#remember again

[amberishrose]

Made a thread of some of my favorite fics ive written on twitter but nothing i post ever gets seen over there so i'm doing it here too because i can

My fave fics ive written since getting into Hermitcraft at the start of s10 in no particular order <3

I Love You, You Love (The Other) Me

my first Scarian fic, hotguy Cuteguy love-square superhero au

55k words, completed!

Remember Again (and again and again)

Scarian again, reincarnation au where Grian remembers but Scar does not feat. My own diy Watcher lore

29k words, completed!

What is Scar Goodtimes?

One for the mumscarian fans out there, one of my favorites because it was a silly, self indulgent birthday gift to myself Grumbo sees Scar across the bar and really dig his vibe (aka his blood for a thirsty mumbo)

7.4k words, oneshot!

of Witches and Elves

My fantasy au series! Containing a completed 14k word Scarian fic AND the 5+1 Gempearl fic i am currently writing and obsessed with because its about time i, a lesbian, actually write a yuri focused fic /silly

[amberishrose]

The night Grian died, Scar was never supposed to be there.

He felt something was off immediately as he woke up. It was late, only a few hours since they had gone to bed. Scar had told him earlier that morning that he needed to get on the road, he had a delivery to make. It wasn't far and he'd only be gone a few days before he'd be back again but Grian had of course pouted and begged Scar to stay just a bit longer. "They can wait just one more day." It was selfish but Grian had recently come to terms with the fact that he hated being alone. Or really, he hated being without Scar.

The days and weeks he was gone left Grian empty. He sat around, trying to fulfill his duties, but as he made his way around the temple he found himself no longer caring. He found himself wondering, dreaming, what it would be like to leave with Scar. What it could be like if the next time he went on a delivery, Grian just went with him. There wasn't anyone else here to stop him, not really. The other acolytes could go months at a time between visits, thankfully never showing up while Scar was there. He wasn't sure what would happen if they did but he knew it wasn't something that was allowed. But Grian still let himself imagine it, riding along in Scar's wagon, meeting new people and seeing places other than the Watcher's Temple. Never having to leave Scar.

Occasionally it would cross his mind that Scar might not want him to travel with him. He had never asked if Grian wanted to leave, to join him on the road. There was a chance Scar could just like having a meal and a roof to sleep under and Grian just happened to also be there. That was, of course, much easier to think when Scar wasn't curled around him in his bed, snoring soundly as Grian grappled with how much he found himself caring about the merchant. He found that he cared deeply for Scar, too deeply. Surely more than Scar cared for him.

Grian wondered if this is what falling in love felt like.

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Remember Again (and again and again)

Chapter Four coming May 15th, 2025

[amberishrose]

The sword was sprouting from his chest before he even knew she was there. Part of him was a bit embarrassed to have been snuck up on in his own apartment. To think once he was a warrior battle trained and lethal.

That, of course, was hundreds and hundreds of years ago and he had lived many cushy and comfortable lives since so he was a bit out of practice.

Gem, because of course it was her, Grian dimly recognized the tip of the blade protruding from his chest, was not so out of practice. She had told him a bit about her past, some vague details about where she came from and what she had to become. He knew there were some big things she had left out, but he never pushed her to share. That was her story and he could only hope she eventually got her happy ending, it was only fair seeing as she'd spent a long time helping him get, well, as close as he could to one.

"Y'know Gem, you could at least say hi before stabbing a man in the back." His voice cracked and he could already feel himself growing weaker.

"Ah," Gem's voice was loud in his ears. "You've already met this time." She must have let go of the sword since a moment later she was stepping in front of him. Her fiery red hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail and that dark, void-touched eye made his skin crawl as it settled on him.

He coughed a bit and somehow that hurt more than the sword still in his chest. "'Bout a month ago, on an app if you can believe it."

"You don't think it was a coincidence, do you?"

He did his best at a small smile. "You and I both know I stopped believing that meeting him was a coincidence several lifetimes ago."

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Remember Again (and again and again)

The final chapter, coming June 12, 2025

[amberishrose]

He watched her wander around his apartment, snacking on one of the extra cookies he hadn't been able to pawn off over the last few days. She hadn't said anything yet, taking her time in taking in the details of his life that she could instead. She glanced over the photos he had lined up along his mantle of his favorite memories over the years. The one of him Bdubs and Cleo after the play they were all in, Cleo still in their terrible old age makeup from getting cast as their mother. The one of him officiating Lizzie and Joel's wedding, crying almost as much as the bride and groom. Various trips with both friends and family to theme parks and zoos. So many other moments. He wondered if they would flash before his eyes if, or likely when, she decided to kill him, like they always said happened in movies and TV shows.

He wondered if that happened for Grian. What he saw and if Scar had been any part of it.

He wasn't expecting it when she finally spoke and broke the silence. "Do you think it was all centered around him, or if they're all trapped somehow?"

Scar hummed and thought for a moment considering her question before answering. "I have no idea what you're even talking about." She sighed that same drawn out exasperated sigh. "Hey! Don't give me that you're the one talking in riddles! The only straightforward thing you've told me so far is that you are the murderer that killed my-" Scar lost all the frustration that had built throughout his mini rant in a single second. "Grian. That killed Grian."

He wasn't sure which was worse, how small he felt as he softly spoke the words or the look of pity she turned on him. "I did promise you answers didn't I? Well where do you want to start then?"

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Remember Again (and again and again)

Chapter Five coming May 29th, 2025

[amberishrose]

His plan was half-baked at best.

Scar stood on the street, looking up at the building that used to be Grian's. He hadn't been back since that night and he pushed down the urge to turn around and run. He had a mission though.

He had never been inside Grian's apartment, only ever going as far as to drop him off at the door. If there was some kind of evidence of what really might have happened though, it was likely to be there. Something the police could have overlooked or dismissed when they ruled the case an accident. Something Scar would find. He couldn’t dawdle around until he was ready to face the feelings that would inevitably come with looking through Grian's things. Soon enough the apartment would be cleared out and someone else would take it over so Scar had a very limited amount of time. If it wasn't already emptied.

He wondered what they would do with his things as he let his feet carry him into the building and up the stairs. From what he could tell at the funeral, he didn't have much family besides his step-sister. Would she simply sell it all? Would it be thrown out or shoved in a storage locker somewhere? He had no idea, all he knew is he needed to search through it all first. It wasn't until he came to the door that he realized he didn't think of a way to get in if it was locked.

Half-baked.

He reached for the door handle, figuring he ought to at least try and see if it was unlocked first. He twisted the knob and was surprised when it gave and the door began to swing open. He didn't consider someone might be inside and he should close the door and knock until he and the girl in Grian's apartment both jumped and yelped upon seeing each other.

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Remember Again (and again and again)

Chapter Three coming May 1st, 2025

[amberishrose]

Poll time! For my upcoming Scarian reincarnation au fic

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first chapter this Thursday with bi-weekly updates

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Voting ended onMar 31, 2025

[amberishrose]

He jumped for his phone the second he heard the buzz. It only took a second to wake up the screen and read the new notification, but it took less than that for all the eagerness to deflate out of him. It wasn't the notification he wanted, the one he hadn't received in three days. With a heavy sigh, he dropped back down onto his bed and let the phone tumble from his hand. He couldn’t even find it in himself to care when he heard the loud crack of it hitting his floor. Three days. It wasn't really even all that long but it felt like an eternity. Like time was moving through tar and he was caught with it. Perhaps he was being overly dramatic about it, but something in Scar felt completely justified in his current state. It had been just under a month that he had known the man, but there had been something about him that just felt right.   They had matched on one of those dating apps where you were supposed to look at profile after profile of half-truths and vague details and figure out who you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with. And maybe that was a bit of a cynical way of looking at it but he couldn't help it, he was a romantic at heart. He had been so sure there was zero chance he'd find someone, let alone 'the one' when he downloaded the app in a fit of boredom. He figured he'd swipe a bit until he got depressed over the whole thing and deleted the app. He never expected to actually connect with someone, never expected Grian. From the start, Grian and him seemed to click in a way that felt so familiar. If Scar didn’t know any better he’d say it was like they had known each other for years.

Continue on ao3

Happy one year anniversary to my Scarian reincarnation au <3

Probably one of my favorite stories i've made, even if i consider rewriting it almost daily since im pretty sure i coukd write it better now but i still love it so much and can't believe its been a year since i posted the first chapter

[amberishrose]

Remember Again chapter two sneak peak! Going to try and post a small snippet on the off weeks since I'm uploading every other week!

Look for chapter two in its entirety on ao3 next Thursday April 17! Or if you haven't yet and would like to give it a read you can find chapter one here. Remember again is a Scarian reincarnation/soulmate(ish) au

(Chapter two sneak peek below the cut)

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Scar almost missed the notification sound of a new text arriving on his phone when it chimed at the same time as the oven timer began to buzz.

It had been nearly a full day since he'd found the interview in the library and he was now surrounded by plates of cookies and other various baked goods he'd made since getting home. He had slept maybe forty minutes since then, all in short little bursts between putting batches in the oven and starting the next one. He knew he needed to get a proper night's rest soon but every time he tried to sleep, he was haunted by nightmares. Each of them starring Grian. Each of them ending with Grian's death, following which Scar would shoot up, awake and hyperventilating and already moving to start a new batch of cookies or a new loaf of bread.

No two nightmares were exactly the same, which made it worse, in a way. Each dream was a new horror he couldn't quite get used to. He had seen dozens of versions of Grian die in dozens of different ways. There was a knight Grian who pledged fealty to a royal Scar, falling in combat to an enemy blade. Grian and Scar had been farmers, working the field together until Scar had to watch him slowly deteriorate from the plague. Grian, dressed in flowing purple robes welcoming him into a temple only to choke on a ceremonial wine that had been poisoned. Scar lost him over and over again and could do nothing about it each time.

So he baked and tried to keep his hands and mind busy. The steps were familiar, recipes he had made a dozen times over, so familiar it was as easy as breathing. Creaming the butter and sugars together with his favorite wooden spoon until his arm was aching, then pushing it further as he added each egg, one at a time. Measuring out the flour and spices then adding just the right amount of baking soda to get a perfect texture on the cookie and working it all together until it’s a proper dough. It wasn't something he needed to put much thought into but it didn't leave enough empty space in his mind for the nightmares to push back into.

He used a towel to pull out the latest batch of cookies, a nice simple lemon that he planned to dip in some lavender icing to finish. Setting the tray above the last batch of his makeshift cooling rack he set the towel aside and glanced at his phone where it lay on the counter next to the open container of flour. Placing the lid on the jar he picked up the phone to read the new message waiting for him from an unsaved number.