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Can I Bring You Home For Christmas?

(Not yet posted/finished)

Grian glanced back at Scar.

Scar was still holding the Darth Vader mug carefully in one hand, the steam curling past his face in delicate wisps, and there was still the faintest trace of whipped cream on the end of his nose that he evidently hadn’t noticed.

It should have looked ridiculous.

Instead… Instead Grian found himself smiling again before he could stop it.

Scar caught it immediately. “You can act like you’re judging me all you want, but we both know you love me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Grian took a sip out of his mug to try and hide the grin that was still plastered on his face.

“See? There it is,” Scar pointed out as he playfully jabbed at Grian’s rib. “That smile. Might as well have flashing lights surrounding you saying how much you’re inf— intac— how much you like me.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong”

“You have a funny way of admitting I’m right, love.”

Grian rolled his eyes in an attempt to non-verbally deflect.

It didn’t work.

Scar was still looking at him over the rim of the Darth Vader mug with unmistakable fondness, and somehow that made the kitchen feel even warmer than before.

“You have whipped cream on your nose.” Grian pointed out in a second attempt to change the subject.

Scar’s free hand slapped up to his face, rubbing ferociously at his nose in an attempt to remove the offending dairy. “Is it gone?” He looked to Grian.

His nose was as clean as possible, going slightly red at the force at which it was just rubbed. “No.” Grian lied, earning a cackle from where Caroline stood.

“Oh gosh,” Scar continued rubbing obliviously. “Did I get it now?”

“Nope!” Caroline popped the ‘P’.

“Really?” Scar looked to Grian, an exasperated look on his face.

Grian tried to hide the smile that was forming on his lips, but it was futile.

“You’re evil,” Scar accused as he pieced together what happened. “Was there ever any whipped cream to begin with?”

“There was.” Grian confirmed.

“Yuh huh, I’m sure,” Scar rolled his eyes. “You’re so mean to me.” He pouted.

“I’m never mean to you.” Grian insisted as Caroline and Tom made their way back into the living room.

OR CAN I BRING YOU HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

NOW >:(

Insert puppy dog eyes

Hmm…

Yeah why not lmao

(This snippet isn’t at all explicit!!)

A snippet from the first Scar POV One Shot from the

Can I Bring You Home for Christmas?

Cause I’m really good at building suspense lmao

He was so completely, helplessly in love with Grian.

Had been for years.

Not some fleeting crush, not some temporary ache that would fade if he waited long enough or dated someone else or kept pretending it didn’t matter.

No— this thing had roots.

Deep ones.

It had started freshman year, quietly, before Scar had even understood what was happening.

A boy in an oversized sweater arguing passionately with a professor about architectural history.

Messy hair falling into bright eyes.

Hands moving when he talked, animated and alive, like words alone were never enough to contain him.

A laugh that cracked open something in Scar’s chest and made room for sunlight.

And then friendship.

Late nights studying.

Shared coffees.

Inside jokes.

Grian sprawling across Scar’s dorm bed like he belonged there, stealing fries off his plate, borrowing hoodies, touching Scar absentmindedly— shoulder bumps, hands on wrists, fingers brushing hair from Scar’s face like it was nothing— while it was everything to him.

Scar had spent years learning how to carry it.

How to tuck love into quieter shapes.

Into patience.

Into devotion.

Into being whatever Grian needed him to be.

Friend.

Safe place.

Now fake boyfriend.

That last one was both blessing and torture in equal measure.

Because pretending meant touching.

Touching meant kissing.

And kissing—

Scar exhaled sharply through his nose.

Christ.

Kissing Grian was ruining him.

Not because it was performative— though that had been the excuse at first, a laughable little practice makes perfect arrangement that neither of them had been normal about for even a second— but because Grian kissed like he meant it.

Like every touch was instinct derived from want instead of performance.

He melted close, warm and trusting, fingers curling into Scar’s shirt, breath catching softly when Scar’s hand settled at his waist. He sighed into kisses like Scar was something comforting. Something wanted.

Sometimes— when they pulled apart— Grian looked at him with this dazed, open expression that made Scar’s heart pound so hard it hurt.

And Scar had started noticing things.

The way Grian watched Scar when he thought Scar wasn’t looking.

The pink creeping into his cheeks after lingering touches.

The little stumbles in conversation when Scar called him love or baby too softly.

The way he always leaned back in.

Always.

Scar had a hunch.

A fragile, dangerous little hope he was almost afraid to touch.

That maybe Grian was into him too.

The thought was intoxicating enough sober.

Tipsy, alone in a motel room with Grian showering twenty feet away, it was catastrophic.

Because layered on top of love was want— hot and restless and embarrassingly persistent.

Hours on the road.

Nights of cramped motel rooms and shared beds and Grian half-dressed and sleepy-haired and soft with trust.

Weeks of makeout sessions that started as ‘practice’ and turned into something breathless and trembling and far too real.

Then stopping.

Always stopping.

Scar respected that boundary with everything he had.

Would keep respecting it.

Gladly.

But that didn’t stop the ache of wanting more— not even sex, not really, not in the crude shape of it— just more.

More closeness.

More kissing until they forgot where one ended and the other began.

More of Grian reaching for him because he wanted to, not because the script demanded it.

More honesty.

More truth.

He wanted Grian in every soft, impossible way a person could want another human being.

A soft knock coming from the bathroom.

“…Scar?”

"stay where I can see you" by vanillawhalez is where Scar and Grian accidentally mutually stalk each other and it's very angst heavy. It makes you lowk creeped out but in a great way. It's fire.

"Allies or Enemies" by yknowjuniper is a Hotguy and Cuteguy fic and it's sooooo good. I read it a while ago but I also remember it being more angsty.

"Permits and Promises" by midnight_ghost77 is a fic where Grian works at the permit office and Scar is a police officer.

"Your Majesty" by Cat_Marshmallow is a fic where Scar and Grian are in an arranged marriage and Grian is skeptical about Scar so he goes undercover and becomes his personal servant.

"Watch Out For Lucky" by Toomuchsunshine is my current fic where Grian was an illegal vigilante but was then hired to be Hotguy's sidekick.

"there's nothing more artistic then loving someone" by froggiestarock was my FIRST ever fanfic on AO3 that I read where Scar and Grian are architect students in college and Grian was in an abusive relationship, realizing he likes Scar.

Happy reading dude! (all of these are complete btw)