C'mon, Join The Resistance

c'mon, join the resistance

something about scar keeping the apartment the same while grian was missing makes me emotional cuz ofc scar always holds out hope grian would come home

do you have any thoughts on that first visit back to the apartment after grian escapes the watchers?

it makes me SO emotional ;w; scar held onto that hope for soso long ueueueueue

but that first visit back… ough, it’s incredibly emotional for both of them. grian is really hit by the familiarity of everything and is so touched by the fact that nothing in the apartment changed. he can go through every bit of it and recall some sort of memory tied to it. and scar is just so happy to see grian in their apartment again:

While standing in their bedroom, back to the door, Grian marvels at the sight before him. Just like the rest of the apartment, nothing has been touched. The room is the same, as Grian remembered leaving it. He even spots a certain cat curled up on their blankets, and he smiles. He looks at the bookshelf by his side of the bed, walking up to it. Grian brushes his fingers along the spines, noticing the lack of dust on them.

“Scar you—”

He’s stopped by two arms wrapping around his waist from behind, a weight dropping on his shoulder. From the corner of his eye he can spot a head of brown hair.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Scar questions quietly, his voice shaking and so soft. Grian lowers his hand, moving to set it on Scar’s arm. In response, Scar brings him closer, back pulling tightly to chest. “You’re really here, in our home.”

“I’m here, Scar,” he answers gently, leaning back against him. “I’m home.”

Scar pressed his face more along the crook of Grian’s neck, and the breath he takes in is one that trembles, unsteady. “I didn’t know… Void G, I didn’t know if you’d ever come back to me,” he murmurs. “Every day I hoped and waiting, but I was terrified something happened to you. That I lost you forever.”

Grian’s heart breaks for him, for all of the waiting he was put through. “I’m sorry.” For being stupid enough to believe Them. For leaving you alone for so long. For hurting you with my absence. All of it. “I am so sorry, Scar.”

“Oh, Grian no, darling no.” Scar squeezes him, fervently shaking his head. “You do not get to apologize for being kidnapped by godly beings who invaded your server, mister. In fact, I’m making it illegal,” he declares.

Despite the overwhelming wave of emotion falling over him, Grian snorts. “Illegal? I don’t think you have that kind of authority.”

Scar chuckles, “I do now.” He quiets then, moving to press his lips to the skin of Grian’s neck. “But please… don’t apologize for that, lovebird. It wasn’t your fault.”

Grian doesn’t answer, biting the inside of his cheek. It certainly feels like it was his fault. Sure, he may not have asked to be kidnapped but… hadn’t he still welcomed it, in a way? He has a feeling Scar may not like that thought very much. So he leaves it, sinks into his husband’s embrace. He’s missed this so much. So, so much.

He leans into the sweet trail of kisses that Scar plants on his neck, moving his hand to intertwine their fingers.

“I’m really happy to be home,” Grian tells him, leaning his head against Scar’s. He lets his eyes shut for a moment, knowing that he’s completely safe with his Scar.

He feels Scar’s lips press one last lingering kiss to just below his jaw. “I’m happy you’re home too,” Scar whispers. “So happy, words can’t even describe it.”

They stand like that for a while, just holding each other. In some ways, it feels like Grian never left.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/56308708/chapters/143061577

title: a greenhouse heart.

warning(s): graphic depictions of violence, blood, injury, general superhero story warnings

chapter(s): 1/?

relationship: scar/grian

summary:

Detective Moon bites the inside of her cheek, frustration pulling at her expression. “Damn. These hybrid attacks are already dangerous enough, but unidentifiable tech on top of it makes it ten times worse.” She brings her thumb up to her mouth, biting at her fingernail. He almost instinctively tells her not to do so, but holds it back. Not when the mask is on. “You’re telling me,” Hotguy sighs, arms falling from their crossed position. “I don’t see why they’d even need the fancy weapons on top of having superpowers. They’re already plenty powerful!” He shakes his head, disapproving at his own words. It reminds Cuteguy of a parent scolding a child; except there is no child here, no one to listen to such scolding. He drops the act seconds later, face softening into something reassuring as he looks at her. “Don’t you worry, Detective Moon, we’re doing everything we can on our side to find our mysterious source,” he says gently.

or, hotguy and cuteguy have been working together as partners for a while now, and they've managed to overcome just about anything. but this next challenge may leave them with more complications than they first thought.

read on ao3 here!

reblogs do more than likes!

finally.... the context of "whoa sir" is shared.... /silly. giving a proper shot at writing a hotguy/cuteguy au now that I'm on summer break and I reworked some stuff for the au :D I'm very excited for some of the stuff I've got figured out for the fic hehe <33 hero au time !!!!

i have this dream where im falling and no one sees- WIP finished piece here!

health and safety section of barista training had a question about dealing with pests, one of the multiple choice answers to which was "call the police", which immediately reawakened the memory of "no way i'm not gonna narc on my buddy" in me like a sleeper agent activation phrase

my God, why have you forsaken me?