[DONE] MCYT Based Oneshots

The Red Tag (Scar x Grian) [3RD LIFE]

TWs; blood/gore(?) in like first two paragraphs
also 3rd life spoilers

Scar's name was red. He honestly didn't know why it happened - he was walking, and then he was suddenly falling down. He had died and now he was red.

He was red and he had the urge to kill. To spill the blood of the other server members. When he saw Tango, he imagined ripping him apart limb from limb, his blood spilling onto the fresh green grass.

But. . . he didn't think about that when he saw Grian. The dirty blond caused his heart to warm and swell, skipping a beat. Sadness fills his chest, as well, when he saw the sweater-wearing boy flinched when Scar approached too quickly, or the lack of trust in his dark grey eyes.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Grian," Scar said for the hundredth time. His red eyes shone brightly on the setting sun, looking at the shorter man.

Grian took a gentle step back, breaking eye contact with the other. "I- I know that, Scar, it's just. . ." The dirty blond"s voice faded off.

Scar's heart felt like it was breaking as he quietly spoke, "you don't trust me?"

Black eyes quickly darted back to his. "No- no no no, you know that's not what I meant-" the younger sputtered out, the first few stars twinkling in the sky.

"Then please, talk to me G-Man," Scar said sincerely, his grey hand resting atop the red woolen jumper. His voice was kind and genuine, ready to hear what Grian has to say.

"It's just- I trust you, Scar, I do. Just, how am I supposed to know you won't turn on me, y'know?" Grian admitted. "I've seen what you've done to some of the other people here; you've even told me how the thoughts plague you at times." Grian sighed, letting it all off his chest. Scar was silent for a moment, gathering his words.

"I know I won't ever hurt you. I might joke about it, but never you. Never you," Scar said, his head dipped down in sincerity. He pulled Grian close, resting his greyed-out skin atop the blond's mess of hair. His grip was loose in case the other wanted to leave - Scar didn't want to make him feel suffocated or trapped.

"But. . . why?" was the only thing that came out of the boy's mouth. Scar swallowed, his mouth going dry. "It's because, I. . ." Scar took a deep breath. His heart was racing in his chest, and if he could, he would be blushing. "I- I like you, Grian."