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HCAU (Third Life) Idea #5

Grian dedicated his first life to protecting Scar. What they didn't consider is if Scar died before Grian lost his first life. So Scar comes up with a plan. Grian must bring him back to the dead.

In this hypothetical, Scar died earlier, leaving Grian alone in the hostile world, and his only choice, his promise, was to bring him back from the dead.

Some people might be interested in the actual Third Life implications, but also consider how things go over when they return to Hermitcraft? This is HCAUs after all lmao...

I've watched all of Grian's Hermitcraft content as well as every Life series. In honor of both finishing watching his Evolution SMP series (which is really good and fun to watch) and the chaos that was today's Double Life episode, I give you Grian

Day 29:

I've been watching a lot of Grian today so I thought I'd draw our local pesky bird once again today.

Day 30 (Crazy right?):

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

No. Its the local pesky bird.

I speedran this because I'm working on a bigger DSMP piece and my hand started cramping. R.i.p. lol

GRIAN!?@,# i really love his dynamic with scar (third life specifically because i won't lie to you, i don't normally watch grian. I WANT TO THOUGH!!)

Akdhdjka i really enjoyed figuring his hair out, it's so simple BUT I DID GO THROUGH SOME TROUBLW GETTING IT TO WHERE IT IS

Also i'm now realizing he looks like those college au dipper pines designs??

I did @cherrifire ‘s dtiys again, but this time it was Grian, I’m super proud of this one lol (btw, sorry for the weird green lighting, there’s green covers over the lights here)

creeper

scar

bait

YO IS ANYONE THINKING EHAT IM THINKING?????

how is this NOT SCRIPTED

sick of soulmates by dodie is just THE desert duo song. i cannot listen to it without almost/legitimately bursting into tears.

I’ve been rewatching third life recently (because it’s pride month) and I usually only watch Grian and it’s hilarious because there’s these comments from Scott about how “no my husband died😭” to 3 mins later “yeah I don’t trust him [my husband] with anything” and then 1 min later “oh yeah u can stay with me a room opened up because my husband died— so sad but yeah anyways-“

DOES ANYONE WANT TO SEE A THIRD LIFE/DOUBLE LIFE SHORT LITTLE ANGSTY ONESHOT I WROTE ON A TRAIN RIDE BECAUSE YOU’RE GETTING IT ANYWAYS!!!

Characters: Grian, Scar, mentioned Ren, mentioned Martyn, mentioned BigB

Fandoms: Third Life SMP, Double Life SMP

When a bird is threatened, they puff up their wing feathers to make themselves appear larger.

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“Why do you always do that?” Scar asked.

“Do what?” Grian responded.

“Whenever Ren or Martyn, or any of Dogwarts or the Crastle are around, you always puff up your wings.”

“Oh.” Grian flushed slightly. “It’s a bird thing.”

“Tell me!!” Scar pestered.

“Well, whenever a bird is feeling threatened, it puffs up its wings to appear larger to predators. I didn’t even realize I was doing it, actually.”

“Awww,” Scar cooed. “Is the little birdie afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?”

“Shut up!” Grian shoved him, the wings on his head curling in front of his eyes in an attempt to hide his blushing face. “It’s just an instinctual thing!”

“Alright,” replied Scar, sounding conceited. “But…” He hesitated. “You never fluff them up around me…?”

Grian blushed harder, face turning red. “I… I guess my instincts don’t see you as a predator…” he replied, muffling his face in his sleeve.

“R-really?” Scar asked. “I mean, I’m red and all, and you aren’t allowed to attack me unless to defend your-“

Grian cut him off by taking his hand in his own. “Scar. Look at me.”

Scar obliged, lifting his head to stare at Grian, red eyes meeting green.

“I trust you Scar. More than anyone else. I know you would never hurt me or lie to me, and I would never do anything to you either. I trust you.”

Scar stuttered a meager protest but was cut off by Grian repeating himself once more.

“I trust you Scar. My instincts trust you. I will always love you, and I will always trust you because I know that I will not betray you, and you will not betray me.”

Scar smiled as he looked back up at Grian, their eyes meeting, red on green.

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Yellow eyes met yellow as Scar looked up at Grian, smiling a false smile that Grian had only ever seen pointed at enemies.

“Wait how did you get these cookies?” Grian asked, glancing down at the treats in his hand. A few feathers pointed slightly out of place and wings raised so slightly that Scar almost couldn’t tell. Anyone else would not have noticed the small tells, but Scar and Grian knew everything about each other, from long nights of smiles and wing preening and sand and untold secrets that became told in each others’ embrace.

“I made 'em,” Scar replied. "They're for your secret soulmate."

Grian startled, a small blink that was almost imperceptible. His wings puffed up to much larger than their original size, his head wings curling slightly in front of his face as if to make it so Scar couldn’t see his eyes subtly glance towards the door.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

I tried to make as many parallels between the two parts, and you should be able to see them all. I spent way too long on this, and also looked up the words they actually said during the secret soulmate scene. Anyways, I'm really proud of this!!

I was pressured into this by @expensive-rainbows so enjoy this unfinished fic I wrote forever ago

TW: murder, gore, blood, injury (all pretty graphic), offhand mention of lust, scarian

Chapter 1: Beginning

Grian looked around. He had won, at the cost of his own life, the lives of his “allies” and enemies and friends what friends there were no friends in the game only temporary allies and him and Scar.

Scar, who was lying in the sand, blood dripping down the mountainside, already drying from the heat, birds already circling the sky, flies already buzzing on his serene smile. And wasn’t that a sight– how long had Scar been laying there, nature (although there wasn’t much other than the goddamned cactus in this desert) already trying to claim him? How long had Grian been staring into the burning sun, the sun that brought life and light and death, he was the sun and he was Icarus, he killed the ones that reached to embrace him and he burned up too soon.

He turned to look at Scar, that stupid smile on his face, and he wanted to they were still yellow and green and not yet lost to the bloodlust, and he yearned to reach out and gently kiss him once more, just like he had done just before he had—

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He and Scar were laughing, pained laughs, from the pain in their bones as they punched and clawed, from the pain in their hearts as they reached out and tore at the flesh of each other, at their other half. Grian whimpered as Scar pulled a feather loose from his wing, and Scar let out a desperate “I’m sorry!” while Grian swung at his extended arm, fracturing the bone, and let out his own tearful apology. He laughed and cried, and there were tears mixed with blood and sweat and sand and promises they swore they would never break and traces of their lust from another life and he struck Scar square in his chest, sending the other man stumbling a few paces down the cliff. They were both so close to death, both only a few strikes from losing, but they both so wanted to win, but why should they win if the other wasn’t there to share it? Grian reached out to grab Scar’s face, digging his unkempt nails into the other’s skin. And wasn’t that a sight, both of them breathless and panting and Grian’s hand around Scar’s jaw, pulling him closer. It would have been so lovely in other circumstances. But this wasn’t other circumstances. Scar fought him, desperately clawing at Grian’s hand, his eyes blood red and yearning for violence, yet full of fear at his end which he knew was coming, yet still resigned in a way that suggested he knew what Grian was going to do, and welcomed it, however much he struggled. As Grian pulled Scar close, he reached out with another hand to brush at Scar’s cheek. He leaned his head forward, brushing his lips against the other. Scar leaned his head forward for the smallest moment, the smallest movement yet still enough for the sand and tears and blood and each other to mix together in the sweetest taste, before Grian pulled back and whispered a hushed “I love you,” tightening his grip and jerking his hands to the side, pulling Scar’s head at an angle that it should never have been at. The bone crunched, and blood flew, and Grian was barely aware of the cactus needles and aches all over his body as he watched with morbid fascination as his lover’s head jerked, and the sound it made was delicious, he was a red life after all, this is what he wanted, and Scar was smiling– why was he smiling, he had lost, he had died, torn apart by Grian’s own hands. Grian choked out a sob, his throat sore and dry. Why was it so dry? Was it because of the heat of the desert, or because he had been crying, or because he was still muttering a constant stream of “I’m sorry,” “I love you,” “I wish it didn’t end this way,” “Oh, Scar”?

T.B.C….?

I guess it’s just a one shot technically lol but is gonna be finished eventually (probably not actually)