#Scarian royal au

[avocad1sh0w0]

Okay, listen to me

Tailor!Grian and King!Scar

And a small idea I had (I might make it in my Wattpad one-shot book)

Grian's a very known tailor in the Hermitcraft Kingdom, for his excellent quality clothes.

(though he's not the richest, living in a Small cottage near the lush cave with his sister - Pearl - )

Of course, that by having such fame in the kingdom, his name wouldn't escape the king's ears, he have heard many people, from the castle and from the village, talk about his work, and he's been presented to some of his clothes, but, he never met the mastermind behind these beautiful robes and dresses, so he decided to invite the man to the castle, and that's what he did.

Grian did not, never ever in his life, expected to be invited to the castle, so when the letter arrived, he couldn't believe his own eyes, but, who was he to deny such generous invite, he didn't have anything royal-worthy to wear, but he tried his best, a white tank top, pirate-like pants, black boots and a robe to cover his wings, as only close friends knew about them.

He decided to go via horse, which was way faster than walking for almost an hour or two, you could easily tell that he was anxious about it, what If the king called him for something more serious, was he in trouble, did his sister got in trouble, he was so lost in thought that he nearly didn't notice that he had arrived, he got of his horse, who got taken to the stables and was led inside by a butler.

There he was, in front of the king himself, he kneeled down, lowering his head to the floor, as the king spoke "So? Are you the tailor the whole kingdom talks about?" His blood froze "Y-Yes your majesty, that is me, the name's Grian, i-it's a pleasure to meet you, your majesty, though if I dare say, I think saying that the whole kingdom talks about is a bit of an exaggeration" Grian cursed himself for stuttering In front of the king "There's no need for such formalities, just call me Scar, and I've been in the village multiple times, and everytime I overhear the villagers talking about the quality of your work, you must be really good, please, come with me, I wanted to talk to you" Grian slowly followed the king, walking behind him at all times, not daring to say a single word if so.

Scar was somewhat shocked when he saw Grian, he expected the man to be taller and have a robust yet agile body; he's totally the contrary, Grian's short and fragile structure surprised the king, he could barely notice the various bandages around his fingers, but the most noticeable thing was the volume on the back of his robe, it was disproportional to the front, and he knew that the shorter male had a great posture, but he decided to ask about it later, they walked to the garden, where they stopped as Scar sat on the soft grass, wondering if Grian would sit along with him....

Should I continue this? I'm writing this at 1:00am almost, so there might be some typos (and because English is not my first language) and if I ever continue this, what could be the name of the au?

[bluiex]

Hello i have had this idea for about 4 days and i need to tell you it. It's a royal au where Scar and Grian are kings and they get pressured into getting an heir for the throne. They can't have kids and Jellie doesn't count so they are looking into adopting a child. But by pure coincidence they find a child while taking a walk in the forest. The child is sleeping in a box that says ''tubbo'' and nothing more. He has brown hear, what look like horns coming out of his head and he has a flower in his hair. His clothes are ripped and he isn't wearing shoes. He also looks like he hadn't eaten for days. The child is asleep and doesn't notice them until Scar and Grian are talking about what to do with him. When he spots them he begins crying and scar picks him up to try and calm him down. They both decide to adopt him right then and there. And that's how the Kingdom got a new prince, prince Tubbo

-🥳

AWWWW YEEES I love royal au's sm- adding desert dads in the mix with Tubbo just asdjkhgf Tubbo loves running around the halls, his keepers chasing after him- its a game to Tubbo lolol. That's when he finds Tommy, one of the knights youngest sons and they become best friends. Tubbo dragging Tommy around the castle a lot playing pranks and being gremlins

Scar and Grian so happy to see their son having a friend, always telling Tubbo that if he finishes his work and studies he is allowed to go see Tommy afterwards

[justfor2am]

hardest part of writing a fic is posting it. i have to force myself not to stare and constantly refresh to see if the notes went up or someone commented lol

that being said: scarian angst enjoyers come get y'all soup

[spadeyhearty]

All He Has to Give

Drabble for Day 6 of the @scarian-smooch-fest! Time for a Knight/Prince AU :)

(Also on AO3!)

“It will be dangerous.” Grian draws his robes tighter around his shoulders, tense with worry for his knight. “Are you sure you’re willing to take this on?”

Scar’s armor clanks as he kneels dutifully at the foot of the throne. He takes Grian’s hand delicately through his gauntlet and kisses the royal ring on his finger, as is customary. As is not customary, he presses a second kiss to the back of Grian’s hand. Grian blushes at the warmth of his lips.

“For you, my prince,” Scar says, looking up at him with an unwavering intensity in his gaze, “anything.”

[chobblesomewrites]

Can Mine Become Yours (Scarian/Desert Duo)

A Time Travel / Royal / Fantasy AU in where:

Scar Goodtimes had been the heir to the Clock Empire. A prince who had the whole world on his shoulders, a prince who could’ve been the world itself. He worked hard to assist his people, advocating peace, love, and happiness at all times.

But, some people don’t want that. So, on the day of his 19th birthday, in his fiance’s arms, he dies from an assassination.

Scar had died. And as karma for abandoning his empire, his soul was forcefully willed by unknown magic to observe life even after death. He had to observe how everything fell apart, how Grian had fallen apart with nothing left but the memory of Scar dying in his arms.

So when they, specifically Scar, was given a chance to retry again. He made it his life mission to make it up to Grian for the suffering his title had caused in his last life. AKA

I take angsty historical romance manhwas and fused it with my current obsession —————

Tags:

Alternate Universe - Fantasy , Alternate Universe - Time Travel , Alternate Universe - Reincarnation , corny ass writing ong , Grian doesn't appear much but he does get mentioned a lot because this is a scarian fic , short angst , Fluff and Angst , its not all angsty , It gets better I swear . Fluff and Humor

[o0recipme0o]

guys oh my god cuteguy and hotguy holy hell

CUTE GUY = GRIAN

GRACS = GRIAN

ROYAL KNIGHT (WITH QUESTIONABLE LOYALTY TO THE KING) = HOT GUY = SCAR

so

au where hotguy, as a royal knight, has his sidekick join him on his royal missions and such

and he gets a mission to hunt down the rebels- the soup crew and GRACS

and cuteguy is trying to deter hotguy away from the rebels cUz hE iS oNe and and anD SECRET IDENTITIES MY BELOVED

and for my scarian heart- hotguy and the mysterious masked GRACS leader have encounters filled with romantic tension but cuteguy and hotguy have more of a puppy love thing going on

BONUS!! IF THERE ARE CIVILIAN IDENTITIES AND NO ONE KNOWS GRIAN IS CUTEGUY AND NO ONE KNOWS SCAR IS HOTGUY

and then grian and scar can have a pinning friendship and this can be a great confusing love pentagon made up of themselves >:D

edit: i reblogged this with a helpful diagram (and a lot of random thoughts spat out) :)

[blorbo-posts]

Scarian fake dating au I'm going to start writing later

Scar is a faerie prince, who doesn't want to get married, but is being pressured to by his parents for the sake of the royal family's public image. So, to get out of it, he convinces his knight, Grian, to fake date him to get out of the engagement. The only problem? Grian is in love with Scar. And Scar is in love with Grian but hasn't realised it. Cue two idiots pining after each other, acting like a couple 24/7 but not once realising it might be reciprocated. Cue angst and fluff.

[overanalysingfandoms]

I think I've finally figured out the Flower Husbands part of my Scarian/Third Life Robin Hood AU

I'm going to make them both nobles

Jimmy comes from a noble family that's fairly close to the king, but not close enough that they're regular members of his court. They probably go to court about once or twice a month, so Jimmy knows everyone there and is particularly close with Prince Grian, his servant Pearl, Martyn and Joel. Especially after his older sister, Lizzie, becomes Prince Grian's lady in waiting.

I think I'm going to say Scott's parents are ambassadors from a different kingdom and so occasionally work with King Mumbo or other members of the Royal family at court but not at all frequently, especially after Ren takes over for Mumbo. They probably only really go when fancy balls or banquets are happening. So Scott does know a few people in court but isn't really close with any of them.

Although, when his parents were in boring ambassador meetings with Mumbo, Scott sneaks down to the local villiage with Xornoth and has befriend Cleo.

I think Scott and Jimmy meet at balls and parties while trying to get air/away from the other guests. For Scott because he is tired of the constant socialising, the masks everyone puts on and the overall fakeness of noble society at these events. For Jimmy, he's just awkward around people and doesn't really know how to make small talk in the way Scott does, plus, he's hiding from Grian who's trying to prank him because that's the Prince's only source of entertainment at these balls.

Scott and Jimmy probably first meet on a balcony overlooking the royal gardens and hit it off pretty quick. They both fall hard and fast for the other.

The only issue it, they're both of marriageable age and neither of their parents would be willing to accept their union. Scott's because he is expected to marry a man from his home country and Jimmy's because they want Jimmy to marry someone higher on the social ladder.

So Scott and Jimmy continue to date in semi-secret. Their close friends and siblings like Grian, Joel, Cleo, Lizzie and Xornoth know. Things happen in the background, notably the start of Good Times and The Resistance. The only impact that has on Jimmy's life is him being able to tease Grian about how he thinks Good Times is attractive (which he denies profusely) and, more notably, Joel betraying Ren and joining The Resistance, meaning his and Lizzie's engagement is 'broken' in official terms (they're still secrerly together but can't risk Lizzie being branded a traitor too).

This is bad for Jimmy as the only reason his parents had been more lax about his lack of engagement was that Lizzie was going to marry one of the King's inner circle. With that 'gone', they betroth him to Fwhip, the son of a wealthy noble who Jimmy has only met once or twice and, while they get on, neither of them particularly want to marry the other.

On Scott's end, his parents arrange a marriage between him and Joey, a noble from their home kingdom who Xornoth meets and the two fall head over heels for eachother.

Scott and Jimmy, thoroughly distressed by everything falling apart around them, confide (read: have a mental breakdown) to their siblings.

Lizzie tells Jimmy that he and Scott could always just run away, and if they're nervous about that, the group that Joel just joined is looking for members and would be happy to take them in. Jimmy actually quite likes this idea and discusses it with Scott who is unsure and goes to Xornoth for advice. Xornoth encourages them to do it and says they're happy to take on the betrothal to Joey because they like eachother, a lot.

So Jimmy and Scott do just that and Scar welcomes them into The Resistance with open arms. Joel is delighted to have someone to make fun of and Grian is happy to finally have someone semi-rational (aka Scott) in The Resistance full time to prevent Scar from constantly making risky plans which almost lead to him being caught.

And they live happily ever after

For more of this AU please check out some of my other posts, or the Scarian Robin Hood AU and Third Life Robin Hood AU tags

[hyperfixtime]

y'all i am suffering, i have so many ideas i wanna try making but god- the lack of character designs for everybody is mcKILLING me that i'm not even trying to do some projects AND THE AMOUNT OF RESEARCH I WANNA DO TO BE AS ACCURATE TO THE MEDIA-

Anyways, a personal list to myself on these ideas/WIP things :')

comic of my crackship (Pearl and Ren. Yep)

animatic for Etho's s9 start

animatic about the whole royal s9 arc

animatic crossover, MH theme HC characters

animatic Scarian supposed to be for the MCYTBLR2022

animation for CYSM by @/oh-snappers

animation meme to Hips Don't Lie (idk if it's jimmy or Mythi)

Small animation of Grian (WIP)

Small animation of Mumbo (WIP)

Team Ranchers Fanart (WIP)

HTP au fanart, Draw the Helsmits :') (Clear Cut and Alikser)

Monster of the week au by @/rainbowchaox :'))))

Ethubs fanfic :'))) (i can't believe i almost forgot abt this :') )

THE “TAROT” SETS - ranchers ethubs scarian

...Actually imma add this to my pinned post as a personal reminder on the WIP/Ideas i wanna work on because I KEEP FORGETTING I HAVE THESE IDEAS

[ano-writer]

The heir to the Dutch throne recently had a book written about herself and just... The fanfic opportunities

Grian being the heir to the throne and Scar being his writer, meeting everyday just to get to know each other better. Grian being scared to really open up and also not wanting to do it at first, but as soon as he meets Scar he realizes that maybe this won't be too bad. I see the fluff and angst opportunities here

[avocad1sh0w0]

I've been running low on ideas to my Royal Tailor AU fanfic, sorry for not posting the next chapter yet, if you guys have any ideas to the next chapter, please, reblog this post and tell me, <3

Have a meme for now, sorry again for not updating anything...

[bluiex]

Grian absolutely revels in doing normal, everyday things with Scar l, and being taught to do things for himself like cook food. The combination of being treated like an equal (and a lover), doing normal things with the person he loves, and just the overall enjoyment of doing domestic things like preparing meals with his partner <3

also Scar totally does not do that thing where he reaches from behind Grian to show him how to properly mince vegetables and stuff, and Grian totally does not turn bright red from having Scar pressed up against his back, guiding his hands and murmuring sweet words of guidance and encouragement to him 👀

Omg YES THAT'S ADORABLE

Grian just doesn't pay attention to a single thing Scar says ti help him after he does that- and has to ask Scar to repeat himself.. And Scar just grins and gets a little too close now whispering right up against his ear/neck

[sleepless-in-southlands]

How to Accidentally Date Your Servant

Ao3

Summary: Scar is the second prince to a thriving kingdom. Grian is his new handservant and illegally charming. Oblivious gay fluff ensues. Content: Royal AU, gay fluff, obliviousness, flirting, courting rituals, avian Grian, wing grooming, kissing, purposeful use of ‘my highness’ for gay reasons, obligatory characters not CCs Pairing: Romo scarian

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    To start this all off, one thing needs to be clarified: being a prince isn’t easy. Have you ever seen Barbie: The Princess and The Pauper? It gets it. You may live nice, but there are responsibilities up the ying-yang. It’s a tough life.

    …for the crown prince, anyway. Which is Mumbo. Who this story is not about. This story is about Scar, who does still have responsibilities, but has mostly slipped through the cracks while dearest ma and pa made sure the future monarch wasn’t going to future run things into the ground.

    Which left Scar free to do a good many things, like amass a crystal collection with mystical properties only he believed in and cultivate a wardrobe of the most dramatically stunning outfit choices. It also gave him plenty of time to acquaint himself with the majority of the castle staff, though the chefs never really did warm up to him (perhaps because his kitchen visits had the uncanny tendency to coincide with times of high cookie disappearance rates. odd).

    So when the castle took on some new staff, Scar noticed. Mumbo’s strategical marriage had been arranged, and with its approach came a wedding and a coronation and a joining of kingdoms ceremony. More help was needed for preparations, even with everything still being months out.

    Most of the new castle hands, predictably, were designated to work under Mumbo, but a few were brought in for routine staff replacements. One of these replacements included Scar’s handservant, who had been poached by Mumbo for what Scar believed to be solely cruel and petty reasons.

    (“They’re a tailor, Scar, I’m not quite sure how they even ended up in that position.”

    “The power of the crown has already gone to your head.”)

    Regardless, Scar was excited to meet his new help. Trips outside of the castle were rare for the royal family, and even then it was hard to interact with anyone when they were too busy bowing and staring at your crown to hold an actual conversation. Castle staff tended to be the same at first, but once they had some time to get used to the royal family and their very human eccentricities the effect would fade.

    It took a while to sort out whose job was whose when the newcomers all arrived, Scar waiting patiently to the side with Mumbo and their parents while various heads of staff read through lists and marked names. But soon enough the groups were being sent off towards their respective royalties. Mumbo walked out of the hall with a good dozen or two following him, looking a bit overwhelmed by the amount, and the king and queen headed off with three more each.

    Scar was left in the hall with the few remaining newbies. Two were new chef’s assistants, who were looking at him intensely while the head chef muttered what Scar assumed to be warnings as to the fact he was never to be allowed in the kitchen to them, and the last one was who had to be Scar’s new handservant.

    It should be noted here that, typically, Scar does not, as you say, ‘mix business and pleasure,’ which for him means everything, which is because when you’re a prince everything in the castle is your business, which is to say he’s never really been worried about any castle business before, which could be interpreted as Scar simply never before having been interested in any member of the castle staff in any manner past friendship and/or mischievous enemyship, which is quite possibly because no member of the castle has ever looked like that.

    He was currently talking with Scar’s head of staff, grinning broadly in a way that felt warm to Scar even when it was directed at someone else halfway across the room. A pressed and gleaming white shirt stuck out over the collar and sleeve cuffs of his very soft looking red sweater, and out of his back sprouted large, colourful wings. They twitched and fluffed slightly in a restless manner, the shine of the vibrant wings mesmerizing.

    Scar was still trying to take in as many details about the person as he could when he turned to face Scar, his smile growing as he waved at the prince. Scar managed to return the gesture, trying to be subtle as he leaned against (minorly swooned into) the wall behind him.

    He didn’t have any time to recover before the newbie was approaching him, still smiling as he stopped only a few feet in front of Scar. He only got more stunning the closer he was, with tousled brown hair and charming dark eyes and-

    “Hello!” Oh, that voice, bright and cheerful and Notch he was doomed. “I presume you’re Prince Scar?”

    “Uh- yes, yes, you’d be correct, I am- I am Prince Scar.” One chance at a first impression and that’s the best Scar could come up with? He should’ve brought his luck crystal with him, why didn’t he bring his luck crystal with him-

    “Great! I’m Grian, new handservant.” Grian stuck out his hand, wiggling his fingers. “Nice to meet you.”

    Scar took his hand and shook it with perhaps a tad too much enthusiasm. Second chance to say something cool, and note-worthy, and princely. “Aren’t you supposed to bow?”

    ‘Princely’. And he ends up with one of the lines from the etiquette book.

    Throw him in a pit of silverfish.

    Grian took the question much better than Scar himself was, cocking an amused eyebrow. “Oh, I suppose.”

    And then he bowed in perhaps the most dramatic fashion Scar has ever seen, which is saying something coming from Scar. It’s possibly a perfect ninety degree angle of a bend, with Grian throwing his arms out to his sides in a mock courtesy pose, wings unfolding so as to fully display their plumage. And as if that wasn’t enough, he looks up then, smirking at Scar as he asks, “Is that satisfactory, your highness?”

    Was this how assassination attempts were being undertaken these days? No longer with poison slipped into royal meals but with carefree, proud, pretty boys?

    “More than.” Scar managed after a too long moment, forcing himself to focus on the wall behind Grian while he attempted to put some semblance of his wits back together.

    A move that proved pointless once Grian straightened up, once again within Scar’s line of sight, but it wasn’t like he had been making any progress anyways. He was fairly certain most of his brain was fried out at this point, forever gone. He’d have to have the next group out of the castle fetch him some brain coral to shove in the gap.

    “Now that that’s out of the way,” Grian started, brushing non-existent dirt off of his sweater, “care to show me around? Or am I to manage that myself?”

    Technically, that task was meant to be taken care of by one of the staff who already knew the castle. Not that Scar was going to let it stop him from getting more time with Grian (as if Grian was a visiting guest and not now in Scar’s direct employ as one of Scar’s most relied upon servants).

    “Oh, well, of course! My bedroom first, though.” Scar said. Paused. Considered his words. Blushed scarlet. “For my chair- my wheelchair! Not because- I shouldn’t- it’s a big castle-”

    Grian laughed, thank Notch that for some reason he considered Scar’s flustered social ineptitude humorous rather than sad or embarrassing or rude. “It’s alright, Prince Scar, I’m certain I’ll be in your room plenty anyways.” He paused for a moment as well, roughly as long as Scar had, though he looked much less abashed by how he had left his statement when he casually added, “To assist you as your handservant, obviously.”

    Scar forced a laugh that would’ve been much more believable if he didn’t have a hand over the majority of his lower face, trying (and miserably failing) to at least hide some of his blush. “Obviously.” He repeated, clearing his throat before he turned in the direction of the bedrooms. “Anyways, uh- follow me!”

    Despite its size, the touring of the castle wasn’t that lengthy of an affair. At least, according to the clocks it wasn’t. It felt like an entire day- or several- to Scar, who was quickly learning that there was very little Grian could do that he wouldn’t find interesting in some way or another. And that Grian was very funny. And very nice. And very handsome. And-

    “So, that’s the castle then.” Grian commented, pulling Scar out of his thoughts. He realized they had ended up back at the door to his room, having made a complete circuit of the building. “It’s nice, though it seems a bit easy to get lost in.”

    “Wouldn’t be a castle if it wasn’t.” Scar joked, idly moving his wheelchair back and forth. “It’s not that bad though, you get used to it soon enough.”

    Grian nodded. “And that’s my room?” He pointed to the door next to Scar’s, one Scar had indeed mentioned on the tour.

    “Yep.” Scar confirmed. “I can leave you to unpacking, if you’d like, your duties don’t really commence until tomorrow…”

    Grian chuckled. “Prince Scar, would you like to keep talking while I unpack?”

    “Why yes, yes I would.” Scar replied, pushing himself into the room while Grian held the door. It was pretty bare at the moment, with only some basic furniture (bed, side table, dresser, desk) and Grian’s bags piled by the door. “You’re allowed to decorate in here as much as you want, by the way, just as long as nothing’s permanent.”

    “What, don’t want me as your handservant forever?” Grian asked, winking at Scar when he leaned next to the prince to grab his things. “Not planning on having me in the same room my entire stay?”

    Another thing Scar was fast becoming accustomed to: feeling like his face was on fire. In part due just to Grian’s appearance, yes, but also due to the handservant’s ability to make seemingly random, joking comments sound so… personal. Only a bit earlier Scar had been talking about a book he liked when Grian referenced that paper was the traditional first year wedding anniversary gift, the out-of-the-blue comment leaving Scar speechlessly red and Grian smirking. Scar was starting to think Grian had been allowed to get away with too much throughout his life.

    Not that Scar was going to put a stop to that trend. Obviously.

    “My parents just like things as they are.” Scar finally responded with a half laugh. “Can’t let every stranger that comes through mess with their family heirloom.”

    “I’m a stranger to you? Have our two hours of castle touring meant nothing to you?” Grian joked, pulling one of his bags over to the dresser. “I suppose that hasn’t really told you much about me. Question game?”

    “Why not?” Scar shifted his chair, settling near to the door and facing Grian’s back as he packed his clothes away.

    “You can start.”

    “Alright… what’s your favorite food?”

    Grian opened his bottom drawer, beginning to fold pants into it. “Oh, that’s easy. Melon berries.”

    “Melon berries? I’ve never heard of those.”

    “They’re pretty rare.” Grian acknowledged. “They’re a hybrid of watermelon and sweet berries. You plant the two next to each other and hope you get lucky, basically. I’ve only ever had one, but it was incredible.”

    Scar mentally noted the response. “Your turn.”

    “Same question.”

    “Oh, chocolate-chip cookies, definitely.” Scar replied, grinning as he remembered the chef pointing him to the new assistants. “They’re why I’m not allowed in the kitchens!”

    “A necessary sacrifice.” Grian said with a laugh. “Alright, you again.”

    “Hm… favorite flower.”

    “First favorite food, now flower- you planning something over there, Prince Scar?” Grian joked, laughing again as he shut his bottom drawer and moved onto the next.

    Scar nearly made to deny the suggestion until he realized his next question was going to be ‘favorite activity’.

    He opted to clear his throat and avoid the question instead. “That’s not an answer.”

    “Neither is yours.” Grian pointed out, though he continued on. “But I’d say roses. Yours?”

    “Lilacs. Or maybe poppies.”

    “A good selection. Next?”

    “No, it’s yo-” Scar paused, realizing Grian had technically taken his turn already via flipping Scar’s question back on the prince. “Alright, no more question-reversing-stealing. A good handservant should be creative.”

    Grian snickered. “Fine, fine. No more repeats.”

    “Thank you.” Scar said with as much of a haughty air as he could manage, as if the matter was really that important. “Now, let’s see… favorite genres?” 

    “Romance and adventure.” Grian answered, and before Scar could make any comment on that Grian was continuing on, turning his head and making eye contact with Scar over his shoulder as he asked, “Do you prefer men or women?”

    It took Scar a moment to fully process the question, but he was fairly certain his flush when he did was instantaneous. 

    “I-just-forgot-I-have-prince-things-to-do-love-your-room-it’s-men-by-the-way-okay bye!” Scar said in a singular rush of words, nearly slamming into the side of the doorway as he spun out of the room.

He heard a tiny bit of laughter from behind him as he fled, but not as much as he would have expected after what must have been a well-picked joke on Grian’s part had elicited such a response. Maybe Grian hadn’t expected Scar to leave, though he wasn't going after the prince to try and explain himself either.

    Whatever Grian was doing, he was clearly an expert on it. To figure out what it was, Scar would either need another expert… or the exact opposite of an expert.

    “Why do I feel as if I should be insulted?”

    Scar had found Mumbo out behind the castle, far enough past the gardens he wouldn’t have any groundskeepers coming after him for all the redstone dust he was spreading. Scar wasn’t entirely sure what sort of contraption he was attempting to put together, but he seemed to be fairly busy trying to properly set up part of the circuits.

    Hence right now being the absolute perfect time to talk with him.

    “I don’t know why you would!” Scar replied cheerily. “For I am not insulting you at all! Really, I’m complimenting you, you and your complete lack of expertise in the relationship arena.”

    Mumbo did not seem consoled by Scar’s explanation. “You know we’re both royal shut-ins, you hardly have any room to talk-”

    “Now is not the time to worry about unimportant details.” Scar cut-in, ignoring Mumbo’s unamused expression. “Besides, I’m too close to this. He’s my handservant!”

    “...Alright, alright let’s uh.” Mumbo let out a sigh, putting down the repeater he had been fiddling with and leaning back on his hands. “Why don’t you say whatever it is you’re itching to say, and then I can get back to this in peace?”

    “Your selflessly offered brotherly advice is greatly appreciated and treasured.” Scar replied, making a point of shifting in his wheelchair as if he was settling down to begin his tale. “As you know, today the castle received a new batch of workers.”

    Mumbo shot a glance to the castle behind Scar, as if said workers might begin to materialize out of it at their mention. “I was there, Scar, of course I know.”

    “Proper storytelling involves laying the foundation.”

    “Yes but if I already know the foundation-”

    “Within the throng of the people,” Scar continued, leaving Mumbo looking resigned as he sat back on his hands, “there was a single man… if one could even call him a mere man… he was the one destined to become my handservant… and his name is Grian…”

    The response Scar deserved for his fantastical storytelling was, of course, a great amount of applause and a look of wonder in his audience’s eyes. However, his audience was instead, at current, looking at him with a very unappreciative-of-art expression.

    “Scar,” Mumbo started with a small sigh, “you’ve known barely known this man a few hours.”

    “It’s not my fault he’s causing problems!” Scar protested, crossing his arms in a pout. “He just keeps saying things like, ‘oh, a book is a good first wedding anniversary gift’, and ‘I’m your handservant, of course I’ll be in your room plenty’, and ‘Prince Scar you don’t happen to need your heart do you because I’ve stolen it’, and-”

    “Did he really say that last one?”

    “I may be paraphrasing somewhat.” Scar waved his hand dismissively. “But that’s not the point! The point is I’ve hardly started this!”

    Mumbo scrapped at the edge of one of his redstone lines, seemingly uncaring that his hands were beginning to look like he had created a murder scene. “Do you know if Grian's family has much money?"

    Scar gasped dramatically. "Are you daring to suggest my handservant and courter of a few hours is interested in me only for my money and title?!"

    "Well, not to imply you aren't utterly charming and quite put together, but-"

    "I think you're just jealous.” Scar said, looking away from Mumbo and hoping that would hide his frown. “Just because no one wants to flirt with your messy, murderer-looking self doesn't mean my charms are nonexistent.”

    With a grumble, Mumbo wiped off his hands on his pants, apparently missing the fact that it didn't really help his case. “I'll have you know at least half of my new staff has already made their advances at being royalty.”

    "Yeah, well, I have a 100% rate, so-"

    "I'm just saying, Scar.” Mumbo cut off his gloat, probably because he knew Scar would win the fight of bragging rights if he didn't. "Be careful. Mom and Dad not minding if you don't marry royalty is not the same as them inviting the first smooth-talking gold digger to dinner.”

    Scar huffed, rolling his chair back and forth a bit as he considered Mumbo's words. He wasn't wrong, frustratingly. There were always non-royalty personas who would do whatever it took to woo themselves into a well-off marriage. And it didn't help that of Mumbo and Scar, Scar was the more attractive target- not just because he was actually more attractive, but also because he was so free in his marriage choices. Mumbo had a duty to his people to marry into another kingdom's royalty. Scar didn't.

    "Fineeee.” Scar finally said, slumping in his seat. “I won't immediately marry the stranger who might just be after me for my throne."

    "Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated.” Mumbo responded, mimicking Scar's earlier tone. "May I please be left to my redstone now?"

    "I guess.” Scar glanced down at the mess of redlines and metal on the ground, nudging one of the lines with his foot. "What is this thing even supposed to-"

    At his poking, the redstone line disconnected from its ends, the action almost immediately being followed by the low hiss of ignited TNT. The look Mumbo shot Scar as it went off, destroying a section of the grass off to his right and sending dirt and redstone dust flying, could possibly be considered homicidal.

    "See you DO look like a murd- and I am wheeling away I am wheeling away-”

    Thanks to the power of fast wheeling and Scar's ability to get lost in the castle, he managed to escape Mumbo and go back to thinking about what he had said. If Grian really was just in it for his money, Scar did have to be careful, as little as he liked it. That couldn't be too hard though, right? Surely Scar, prince, wizard, general cool guy, could deal with a pretty guy.

    Or surely he couldn't, it seemed.

    Sure, he could handle seeing Grian every single day (he couldn't), and he could even deal with Grian's evidently constant complimenting and flirting (if flushing and stumbling over his own words every time Grian spoke counted as 'deal with'), but Grian was a man of many talents, and, really, there was only so much Scar could be expected to deal with sensibly.

    Like when Grian went and stole Scar chocolate-chip cookies from the kitchen, what was Scar supposed to do but order a box of melon berries and present it to him the moment it reached the castle? Scar was allowed to give his people gifts! That was an admirable quality of a leader, even.

    (Perhaps less admirable was how quickly he folded when Grian insisted he try at least one of them, or how he's fairly certain you could have fried an egg on his face when Grian furthermore insisted upon popping the berry into Scar's mouth for him.)

    Or when Grian offered to help Scar back to his room when he realized it wasn't as much of a no-wheelchair day as he had thought it was, an offer that changed from being an arm to hold to being carried to being flown (perhaps, just perhaps, because Scar had asked if it would be possible, if Grian could even lift him like that, and when Grian smirked and said they could certainly try it Scar found he had no way to back out).

    And- well- that had to have been a lot of effort on Grian's part, Scar couldn't just not find a way to say thank you! Plus the bracelets he got him were lined with emeralds and diamonds, the kingdom's primary exports, so it was a double-sided gift, even, both a thank you and a way to further represent Scar's kingdom, which was a very valid thing for Scar to be doing, gosh wasn't he a good prince.

    Such a good prince with such good ideas that Grian wore the bracelets every day after Scar first presented them to him, the colours a perfect contrast to his wings and the shine a perfect compliment to his grin, wow, Scar really could pick them, as in bracelets, he could pick bracelets, not, bracelets he meant bracelets-

    Now, if any of that sounded even the slightest bit completely disastrous to you (which how could it, Scar was so incredibly put together), well, just wait until you hear about the grooming incident.

    It was one of Grian's days off, so Scar hadn't interacted with him much that day. Of course, day off or not, Grian still lived at the castle, so Scar wasn't too surprised when he ran into him eventually, walking in the hall just outside of his room. Something had seemed off, with Grian rolling his shoulders a lot as he paced, occasionally reaching back and scratching at his wings as if he was trying to achieve something with the motion.

    "Are you okay?” Scar asked, accidentally startling Grian into turning around almost too fast.

    "Oh- Prince Scar, apologies, I didn't hear you approaching.” Grian said. Scar had told him weeks ago he could drop the title as long as no one else was around to hear, but Grian had refused to. Typically it was he could put a bit too much emphasis on the word and draw an easy blush out of Scar, but now he just said it regularly in the rush of his words. "It's nothing, really, just- uh- my wings.”

    "Your wings?” Scar frowned. “Are they injured? I can fetch the court medic-"

    Grian waved his hand dismissively. "No, no, nothing like that, they're just a bit… dirty.”

    "Don't you groom them?”

    "I do, but there's only so much of them I can reach.” Grian admitted, once again making to scratch at some point on his back and seemingly missing. "It's not a problem for the most part, but it does get a bit annoying as it builds up."

    "Oh.” Scar's frown deepened. Grian was trying his best to make the issue sound minor, but the way he kept shifting and grimacing suggested otherwise. "Would you like some help with it?"

    Despite Scar thinking it was a fairly reasonable and understandable offer, Grian's eyes widened in- surprise? shock? disbelief?- at the words. “I- well- you don't have to-"

    “Nonsense, I insist. You're clearly uncomfortable.” Scar pointed out. “Though I admit I'm not too experienced, I'll be careful to do my very best."

    Was that a blush on Grian's cheeks? Scar almost couldn't believe his eyes, but there was no mistaking the light, but definitely present, shade of red now colouring a good part of Grian's face. This is what it took to get back at Grian? Offer to help him out? No wonder Grian had made sure he was the handservant and Scar was the prince, trying so hard to hide his one weakness,

    "Alright.” Grian said, derailing Scar's train of thought with his much-quieter-than-usual voice, looking at Scar in a very odd way. "I mean, well, if you insist, it'd be rude for me to refuse you.”

    There was clearly something about the situation Scar was missing, but without any clue as to what that was, he decided to focus on the matter at hand. “Your bedroom, then?"

    Grian nodded silently before moving in the decided direction, heading for his bed while Scar followed and closed the door behind them. By the time Scar turned back towards Grian, he was laying fully out on his stomach, wings stretched out while he pillowed his head with both his hands and his pillows.

    It was hard for Scar to not feel supremely awkward as he settled on the bed with Grian, even harder when he realized the prime position to do this would be with Scar resting on top of Grian's lower back, but he managed (he didn't manage, not even a little bit).

    He was trying his best to distribute his weight between Grian's back and his own legs when Grian laughed quietly, sounding more like himself but still a bit too soft to be just right. "Your highness, please don't strain your legs on my behalf. I'd prefer this be a pleasant experience for the both of us."

    Scar acquiesced, trying to decipher the full meaning of Grian's statement. It almost sounded like more flirting, but his tone was all wrong, too quiet, not teasingly put on. He shook his head. He's looking too much into this, Grian's most likely just tired from all the gunk build-up.

    "Tell me if I do something wrong, okay?” Scar said before he started, lightly resting each of his hands at the base of each of Grian's wings. Middle back was the hardest spot to reach, he presumed, so he would start there before moving out to touch up the outer edges of the wings as needed.

    Grian nodded into the pillow in understanding before adding, in a voice that was muffled yet gentle, “You’ll do great, I trust you.”

    Trust? Grian was bringing trust into this now?! Wing grooming must be harder than Scar had thought.

    Regardless, it was too late to back out now. Instead, Scar took a deep breath, and slowly started working.

    Scar quickly found the build-up in the area he had suspected, being careful not to literally or figuratively ruffle any of Grian’s feathers as he cleaned out what dirt and grime had wedged themselves under them. He straightened each feather back into place after he was done with a certain area, having never admired the vibrant colours of the wings as much as he did then.

    That was until one of those vibrant coloured feathers detached from the wing in his hand, where Scar was fairly certain it was not meant to be.

    “Oh- oh no, Grian, I’m so sorry, a feather came out, I didn’t mean-”

    Grian, who had begun propping himself up on his arms in reaction to Scar’s panic, let out a small laugh. “Hey, calm down, it’s alright.”

    “But your wings-”

    “-shed a few feathers every week, it’s natural. I always take some out during grooming.” Grian explained, laying back down on his pillows. “Just place the loose ones by my head. You’re doing wonderfully so far.”

    Despite Scar’s still remaining worry, he smiled at Grian’s sincere compliment. He placed the feather by Grian’s head as instructed, taking care that its edges didn’t tear or catch as he did so, before he went on with his work.

    It was slow work, due in large part to how cautious Scar was being, but Scar didn’t mind it. It was relaxing in a way, and not just for him. Grian’s eyes had slipped shut at some indiscernible point, and outside of small flaps of his wings whenever Scar removed a particularly nasty piece of dirt, he wasn’t moving much. Scar wouldn’t be surprised if he had fallen asleep.

    Eventually, Scar reached the end of his work, pulling one last feather from the edge of a wing and mentally declaring his mission accomplished. Grian’s wings shone even more than usual, all neatly laid out and well arranged, if Scar could say so himself.

    Scar added the final feather to the small pile that had accumulated beside Grian’s head, but hesitated to leave. Logically, he had no reason to stay any longer, with the wings cleaned and their owner dozing. But the moment was so… calm. It felt right to stay there.

    Grian’s eyelids fluttered open after a few minutes passed with Scar doing little more than sitting and staring. He smiled sleepily and despite the hour Scar had just put into his wings, he was fairly certain he had never seen a more perfect sight.

    “Finished?” Grian asked.

    “Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah I’m finished.” Scar made a pointless gesture at the feather pile, as if that backed his statement. “I can go now if you want.”

    “You can stay.” Grian replied, softly, moving the feather pile to the table at the side with a motion and lightly lifting up one of his wings. “If you want.”

    Scar would hate to be a liar.

    As soon as he had slipped in next to Grian, the wing lowered once again, the soft feathers Scar had just set right now warm against his back and tickling the base of his neck. Grian himself didn’t move much, clearly content with the position he had been resting in for the last while, but he did slip an arm over Scar’s shoulders and shift his head to rest beside Scar’s.

    “This is nice.” Grian murmured, breath pleasantly fanning Scar’s chin. His eyes had slipped back shut. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to help with grooming sooner. I didn’t know if you’d want to.”

    “You don’t need to apologize.” Scar responded, equally quiet, pretending he had any idea why Grian would be apologizing in the first place. “I’m happy I was able to help.”

    Grian had apparently fallen back asleep, not saying anything back, but a small smile remained on his face as he pressed closer to Scar, wing curling in closer. Scar returned the smile, closing his eyes as well. No such thing as too much sleep (and no such thing as too much time spent with Grian).

    That affair had been a few days before it all really came to a head, and it had gone perfectly well, thank you very much. Sure, Scar had woken up later that day to find Grian sitting up and running light fingers through his hair, casually asking what they should have for dinner, but that hadn’t affected Scar, alright? He was completely level-headed and thinking right and not distracted at all.

    And then one day he woke up. And he was fine and normal and not at all thinking about how dearly he wanted to awaken to Grian, beside him, hands in hair, smiling, making plans. And he got up. And he saw his crown.

    It was in the same area it always was, but now there were flowers woven through its metal arches and around its gems. Lilacs and poppies, interspersed with roses. And tucked into place beside each rose?

    Feathers. Grian’s feathers. Grian’s vivid, radiant, treasured feathers. In his crown. Right next to his and Grian’s favorite flowers.

    After the allotted time given to Scar for determining that what he was seeing was not a dream (repeated pinching), he did the two most obvious and crucial things in response to such an event:

    First, he put the crown on. Obviously. Typically he only wore it for special occasions, but this definitely counted as a special occasion.

    Second, he immediately raced out of his room.

    Sub-second step, he made it four steps before he more or less crashed into a wall, retreated to his room, secured his wheelchair, and once again raced out of his room via wheels.

    To his luck, Scar found Mumbo not only in his room, but trapped within it, thanks to the wonders of having to stand still while tailors did their work.

    “Mumbo!” He exclaimed the moment he was within his brother’s room, ignoring the twin glares he received for it. “I am terrible at being careful!”

    “Clearly!” Mumbo huffed, checking the seams his tailor (Scar’s poached handservant tailor) had been working on when Scar burst in and startled them both. “Can I help you with something, or are you just bored?”

    Scar gestured emphatically at his crown, grinning.

    It took a few moments for it to register with Mumbo, but Scar could tell the moment he did, eyes widening as he frowned slightly. “Oh, Scar. Your handservant?”

    “Why would a gold digger remember my favorite flowers, huh?! Or decorate my crown with feathers I had groomed off of him?!”

    “To get your gold, obviously-”

    Before Mumbo could continue, he was cut off; not by Scar, but instead by his own tailor, who had begun tutting at him. “Oh, Bumbo."

    “I thought I told you to stop calling me that."

    "Bumbo, Bumbo, Bumbo.” The tailor repeated, making Scar snigger. "Your concern is understandable, but unnecessary.”

    Mumbo raised an eyebrow. “And why's that? Scar's flower theory?”

    "No, his feather one.” The tailor replied, moving around so that they were facing Scar while they worked on Mumbo's sleeve. “Avians are very particular about their wings, and even more so their feathers. The chances of one allowing someone they don't actually consider close to groom them are incredibly small, and giving feathers away, especially in such a manner? Not even the most gold digging of them would ever do such a thing under false pretenses.”

    "Why's that?” Scar asked, reaching up to gently brush a finger along one of the feathers as he did so.

    "Their feathers are very important to them, Avians only give them to those they care deeply for and feel they can trust with them.” The tailor answered. “Family members often give them to each other to signify being connected, and, as in your case, partners give them to each other both as a sign of trust and a way to display to others that they're dating.”

    "Well that's- wait.” Scar processed the tailor's full statement. “In my case?”

    The tailor cocked their head at Scar, as if Scar was the one missing something. "You said you groomed his wings, right? Avian partners do that to bond and, again, show they trust their partner.”

    Scar wasn't entirely sure what his expression was at that moment, but given how amused Mumbo was looking it probably wasn't good. “But- wait- no- I- I just said I wanted to help him! He didn't ask me or say it was about- about courting- just apologized for not asking-”

    “If a relationship goes on for a while without one partner asking the other to groom their wings, it's often considered rude, as if you don't trust your partner or don't consider your relationship serious. He probably didn't ask because he didn't know if you would know how to help or would even want to, and felt bad when he realized you did.” The tailor explained with a wave of their thread-wielding hand. They smirked then, glancing at Scar. “It's actually rather forward for one partner to ask to groom the other rather than waiting for an invitation."

    Scar thought back to the moment when he had offered to groom Grian's wings, the seemingly random blush he developed. Scar shoved his face in his hands. “Oh, Nether.”

    "You should probably get back to your handservant.” The tailor said, tone teasing nearly to the point of mocking. "He'll want to know if you accepted his gift, I'm sure."

    "You know, I've changed my mind, Mumbo, I'm glad you've stolen away my old handservant.” Scar bemoaned. "They’re very rude.”

    “And they somehow know more about your relationship status than you do.” Mumbo pointed out, now also smirking, because Scar was the only one in that room who cared about his hardships. "Go on, then.”

    For the record, it should be noted that Scar did not leave the room because he was being repeatedly told to get out. He left because the energy was bad and he had to talk to Grian. It was his own choice.

    He did manage to make a dignified departure before he once again began racing down the halls, fairly certain he'd be getting grief for the wheel tracks over all the rugs later but deciding to make that future him's problem. Soon enough, he was back where he started, but now a door over. Grian's room.

    Scar managed to stop himself from once again bursting into the room. He took a deep breath, trying to channel the spirit of someone who had a clue what he was doing. Only then did he (slowly) open Grian's door and let himself in.

    Grian was reclined on his bed, laying against the headboard as he flipped through a book. He looked up when Scar entered, eyes quickly drifting to his crown, smiling wide when he realized it was still just as he had decorated it.

    "There you are, Prince Scar.” Grian greeted cheerfully, putting his book down. “I was starting to wonder where you were, since you're normally not out of your room this early-"

    “Are we dating?!” In all fairness to Scar, he had managed to go a solid ten seconds before blurting it out. That was pretty good given the situation.

    Grian, for his part, looked as if he understood what was going on just as much as Scar. “I- well- I mean- yes? Is this-"

    "Yes? Yes?!” Scar decided this could be added to the list of things that would catch Grian off guard enough to ruin his composition, going by his wide-eyed expression, though Scar wasn't sure exactly when he would want to go through this again. "Since when?!”

    "Since- I mean- since you got me the melon berries?” Grian responded, now frowning in confusion, as if Scar was calling into question something he had been concretely certain of. Which would be rather impressive, given Scar hadn't known about it at all. "I mean- I guess I wasn't absolutely certain of it then, but you also got me these bracelets, and helped me groom, and you've put on my feathers so- yes?"

    "But what about- I don't know- kissing! Or pet names!”

    “I didn't know how 'known’ you wanted our relationship to be.” Grian said, still sounding bewildered. "Didn't know how the prince and his handservant would look.”

    "Well obviously it would look great with you involved!” Scar exclaimed, getting a brief glimpse of Grian turning the same red as his sweater before Scar was hiding his face in his hands again. “I can’t believe we’ve been dating for so long and I am the last to find out.”

    Scar lamented to himself for a few moments more before he heard Grian clear his throat. Scar gave Grian his attention, finding that his handservant- and boyfriend, apparently- was still looking very awkward but now somewhat aware of what exactly the situation was.

    "Seeing as I have failed to make my intentions clear…” He started, sounding a bit stiff before he smiled sheepishly. "You said something about kissing?”

    The speed at which Scar moved from his wheelchair to Grian's lap was likely not medically advisable.

    "Pet names, too.” He reminded as Grian's arms wrapped around his waist, wings copying the motion and blocking out the rest of the world as they came to rest against Scar's back. Scar's arms moved to settle over Grian's shoulders, one of his hands running over the spot where the soft ends of his hair met his neck and relishing the obvious way Grian leaned back into the touch.

    “I wouldn't dare forget.” Grian said under his breath, since it seemed, unfortunately, he had regained his composure and was ready to (sweetly, wonderfully, gaily) torment Scar with it.

    "Love,” he kissed Scar's forehead.

    "Darling,” he kissed Scar's cheeks.

    "Dearest,” he kissed the tip of Scar's nose.

    "May I?” He lifted one of his hands to cup Scar's cheek, thumb running over the edge of Scar's lips.

    Scar chose to skip an actual answer and instead moved in close to take his turn at kissing-your-boyfriend.

    “I think you said something about, uh, not staying in this room long? Or staying in mine a lot? Or something?” Scar mumbled in a breath, half of the sounds lost right against Grian's lips.

    Grian laughed, lightly scratching Scar's scalp, his hand having once again moved from Scar's cheek to bury itself in his hair. "You're a very forward man, my highness.”

    Scar felt breathless. “Oh, you really are not one to speak.” And then he wasn't speaking, neither of them were, and somewhere in the back of the mind Scar was trying to calculate how long it would take to get the bed in his room made a double and the gardens seeded with melon berries and roses.

    He was going to need yet another handservant.

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(superhero/villain au scarian with civilian scar and supervillain grian, also he/she grian bc i love that hc)

scar is used to hearing knocking at his door at odd hours of the night, mostly because cub (or pharaoh as the public knows him) refuses to go to the hospital unless scar and bdubs force him to, so when someone knocks on his door he prepares his first-aid kit and gets to the door quickly. he is prepared for cub, he is not prepared for a small person in a red jumper who looks as though they’ve been hit by a bus to collapse into him without so much as a word. now, he could have, and probably should have, called 9-1-1. however, scar is very used to cub “no hospitals” fan and so he immediately got to patching the person up, figuring that if they didn’t go to a hospital they probably didn’t want to. and if they did he could always call an ambulance whenever they wake up.

grian was not used to waking up in strange places. the odd alleyway maybe but usually the only place he fell asleep was headquarters, couldn’t risk anyone unmasking him and revealing his identity. he was used to waking up in the med-bay with ren or doc or etho ready to lecture him for being reckless if that’s not where he fell asleep. he is decidedly not yes to waking up in nice guest rooms with cute men asking if he wants an ambulance. she doesn’t but at least the guy asked, and patched her up. she feels a little bad honestly, he’s being so nice and he doesn’t know who she is, grian doubts scar would be this nice if he knew she was the mother spore. but he doesn’t, so everything’s fine… right?

(i will probably add to this honestly i love superhero/supervillain aus, also may i be 💞 anon if that’s not taken?)

Scar had taken good care of her that he kept going back, no it not because she wanted to see the pretty guy again. His friends really need to stop teasing her.

(Yep you can - Mod Royal)

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The Royal Pain (Scarian)

Ya’ll can blame the discord group for this one. Royal au with Prince! Grian and Peasant/Stable boy magic user Scar. Warnings for Heavy making out, but thats about it. Scar had always felt at home with the horses. Unlike people, horses didn't point and gossip about his scars, and they didn't judge him harshly for every move. Animals as a whole didn't do that- that's what Scar loved so much about them- and they especially loved his magic. What would've been gotten him burned at the stake outside these walls, kept him and these animals safe within the walls. As he stroked the horse's mane with the brush, he used his magic to calm the large animal- eye's glowing a brilliant gold as he hummed to himself. "You know, your so focused on that horse's hair that one could almost think your married~" A lilted voice- one that constantly wormed its way into his dreams- cut into the peace, making him freeze. Immediately, he let the magic fade away as his eyes returned to their normal brown before turning to the voice, eyes narrowing on the prince. Ever since he had started working at the palace stables, Prince Grian had seemed to become a thorn in his side- testing his normally infinite patience. "Your highness, what a surprise!" Scar tried to make himself sound friendly as he stood and turned to the prince, bowing, "Really? At this point, you should really expect me around stable boy..." His tone was teasing as he let out an airy giggle, a sly smile stretched across his features. Scar knew this game. Grian would push and push at his patience like the royal brat he was until Scar blew his lid and stopped being nice or until he got bored. "Tell me sire, is this some kind of game to you? Does trying to push me entertain you?" He smiled and hummed, cleaning his area and stepping out of the horse stall, "A game? Oh of course not! But is it fun? Definietely~" He chuckled, trailing behind Scar as he picked up a bucket and walked out behind the barn. Scar rolled his eyes, "Well, I'm glad I can help to entertain you." Scar set down the bucket on the ground, humming. Grian seemed to pout at the answer, huffing and crossing his arms, "You know, you'd entertain me some more if you- y'know-" He grabbed Scar's shoulder, pulling him to face him, "Paid. Attention. to. me." His breath was right again Scars face, their noses inches away. His face flushing a bit and tensing, Scar quickly brushed away Grian's hand and stepped back, "If I paid attention to you, i'd never get anything done your highness." This caught Grian's attention, a smirk playing on his lips as he quirked a brow, hands moving to his hips. "Oh? And what about me is so distracting, hm?" Scar froze, a warm blush spreading across his cheeks as his eyes widened, "W-wait- I- that's not what I-" He stammered over his words, caught off-guard by the comment. What WAS so distracting about the Prince? Well- there was a plethora of reasons. Firstly, because he kept asking questions all the time that drew Scar away from his work. Secondly, there was that lovely voice Scar could listen to for hours if it wasn't trying to piss him off. And Third of all, there were the boy's enchanting looks. Being royalty, it wasn't uncommon that he was so handsome, but there was something different about him from the other royals that Scar found himself so drawn to. Was it the way his tights were snug against his more intimate areas, or the way he let his red dress shirt hang semi-loosely from his shoulders, exposing delicate pink flesh. Maybe it was his sparkling blueish grey eyes, his messy honey blonde locks, or those soft, tempting looking pink lips- he didn't know. His figure, his stance, his voice, everything about Grian drew Scar in and it drove the man crazy that he could only dream of even being close to such things. "And now your getting all flustered? How cute...~" Grian giggled, stepping closer once more, eyes lidded in a flirtatious manner. If he didn't stop, Scar was going to lose his cool. Clearing his throat, Scar shook his head and turned away, "That's not what I meant and you know it. Now if you don't mind, I have work to be doing." He said sternly, picking up a large bag of oats and throwing it over his shoulder, walking back into the stables. Grabbing a knife, he put one end of the bag in the horse's feeder, cutting into it and letting it pour into the feeder. When it finished, he pulled out the cloth bag and hung it up. From the lack of noise, he'd assumed the prince had left, unaware of the male creeping up behind him as he put the knife down of the table beside him. Bending over, Scar began to gather a bundle of rope into his arms before he heard a whistle behind him. His face glowing bright red, he dropped the ropes and spun around, glaring at the blonde sitting behind him. The Prince leaned back against the table behind him with a smug grin, biting his lip. "Nice ass." "Excuse me? Did your mother ever teach you manners?" Grian sneered, "Of course she did. She also taught me to be persistent with what I want. Did YOUR mother ever teach you to take a compliment?" "Of course she did, but that was just plain crude and downright dog-like of you." Scar could feel his patience running thin, "This type of behavior is unacceptable, your highness." "And I care why?" He pushed off against the table, walking over and standing with his arms crossed, "I'm the prince. If I don't want to be polite or nice- I don't have to be." He glared right back at Scar, eyes alight with defiance, "You are just some stableboy. Someone below me and you do not get to tell me what to do!" Oh. Oh that did it. Scar felt his magic flare up inside him as his last thread of patience snapped, a quiet growl erupting from his throat as his eyes glowed gold once more. The knife flew up from the table to Grian's neck, making the blond yelped and scramble back towards the wall, "W-what the-?!" It levitated there and Scar walked closer, "You act like SUCH a brat!" Scar snapped, grabbing Grian's wrists and yanked them above his head roughly. Grian laughed nervously, "Scar- Scar we can talk about th-" Without warning, Scar smashed his lips to Grian's, catching the princes off-guard. Internally, Scar was screaming- he could be hung for this! What the hell was he doing?! He wrapped his free arm around Grians back, pulling their bodies together tightly he felt him lean into the kiss, tounges tangling around each other- the kiss feverish and messy. Scar kept screaming to himself, I shouldn't be doing this- I really, REALLY shouldn't be doing this, but he just couldn't stop- the feelings all too addicting. Scar thread his fingers into Grian's hair, pulling away and tugging his head back to expose his neck. He leaned forward, lips latching to the side of the Prince's neck eagerly, kissing and biting the sensitive flesh as he dedicated the soft noises Grian was making to memory. Warm hand's slipping under Grian's shirt caught him off guard once more, absolutely wreaked at the feeling of the other man against him so roughly. It was so different to how other's treated him, and he was reveling in it. The press of the knife against his throat, the painful bites, the rough handling- god, he needed to piss Scar off more. Scar let go of his wrists as he came up and captured Grian's lips again, both of their hearts thundering in their chests as the prince wrapped his arms around Scar's shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer. Scar smelt like the earth and fresh mountain air, while Grian smelt like roses and a hint of concrete powder- scents both of them dedicated to memory. "Grian!!" The both of them tensed, eyes widening as they pulled away from each other, both a wreaked mess as the knife clattered to the floor. A man in a well-dressed suit walked in, a confused look on his face as he saw the pair, "Grian? You're supposed to be training, what are you doing here?" Grian quickly tugged his shirt over his shoulders to cover up the red marks, running his fingers through his hair, "Mumbo- O-oh you know uh- Just looking at the horses!" Mumbo quirked a brow, looking between the prince and the stable boy with a knowing smirk before humming, "Right...well, say goodbye to them, because we gotta go~" He winked at Scar, who merely coughed into his hand awkwardly. Mumbo walked out and Grian sighed, looking at Scar, "Don't worry, he won't do anything..." "Oh thank god..." He sighed in relief before yelping, the prince grabbing the front of his shirt and kissing him roughly. When he pulled back, he spoke in barely a whisper, "Mumbo will come to bring you to my room at 9 sharp. Don't you dare think we are done here-" He huffed and let go before walking out of the stables reluctantly, leaving Scar stunned. Well, at least something good had come from that royal pain.