Grian Oneshots

45 ~ Water, I Hate You. - Grian

Today was one of the server beach parties. Scar, Stress, False, and Cleo were competing in a sand castle competition, while Ren, Impulse, Zed, and Tango were having a splash war. Tango was just using his flames to cause steam, before splashing the ever loving shit out of his opponents. It didn't take long for the three to gang up on Tango though. Others swam, played games, or even tanned.

Grian stayed outside the water with Xisuma, Mumbo, Doc, and Iskall. With Doc and Iskall being part cyborg, it was understandable they weren't anywhere near the water. Mumbo was wearing some beach attire, and Xisuma wasn't in his armor, strangely enough, but he had some purple shades on.

"Hey, Grian, why are you still wearing your sweater? It's like 45° (c)." Doc asked. (113°F.)

Grian shrugged.

"I don't really want to take it off?" Grian suggested. "I just like my sweater."

"Actually, I don't think I've ever seen you go into the water either, when we have these beach days." Doc said.

"I probably haven't." Grian shrugged. "I don't really like the water."

He nodded, but opened his communicator.

Grian pushed it aside, and continued talking with Mumbo and Iskall. Being picked up by Impulse scared him. Sure he was just a foot and a half off the ground in a standing position, but it was still scary for him.

Grian accidently kicked Mumbo in the face out of fear, and Mumbo held his nose while Iskall laughed. Impulse walked them towards the water, and panic filled him.

You see, he kept his facial scars hidden using makeup. And Grian had just ran out of water proof makeup a few days prior. He seemed to run out at the wrong times. He didn't want to explain the scars, nor have to be reminded of them.

"Impulse- no." Grian tried, noticing Impulse taking him deeper and deeper into the water.

He felt the water reach his ankle, then his knee, his waist, and finally his chest. He was holding onto Impulse, but Impulse just assumed he was irrationally afraid of water.

Yeah when Grian was pushed into the water, he fell underneath the waves for a few moments and stood up. Because of how short he was, the water reached his shoulders while it reached Impulse's chest.

He would've glared at Impulse, but wadded his way back to shore, making sure not to touch his face. The make up was dripping off however, and he just wanted to replace it as soon as possible.

When he reached the shore, he could hear the laughter from his friends and Impulse's sorries between his laughter.

Grian walked past Doc, slightly looking up to glare at him, before walking to the changing room. Doc stopped in suprise when he saw some of the scars, but people thought Grian had scared him.

Mumbo and Xisuma followed Grian, but said nothing. They found Grian hiding underneath the counter, wiping off the makeup.

It was ruined anyway.

Mumbo sat on the floor, and opened his arms for Grian to hug him. Once Grian had crawled forward and hugged him, Mumbo stood them up, careful not to hit Grian's head. He sat Grian down in the counter, and helped him take off the rest of the makeup.

Three smaller scars fell around his eyes, while one larger scar covered most of his forehead and left side of his face.

The two had learned not to ask about it, and Grian didn't dare look into the mirror yet.

"Do you have any makeup here?" Xisuma asked.

Grian thought before shaking his head.

"How about X goes and gets it while you change into warmer clothes?" Mumbo suggested.

The two nodded, and X left to get the makeup from Grian's base. Grian changed and Mumbo caught the sight of the binder keeping the wings secure. It was wet, and so were his wings.

"How about you show them your wings? X and I know about them, and it's not like they'd be hateful towards you." Mumbo suggested.

Grian hesitated before taking the advice. Because of it, he picked out a sweater he'd had cut the holes for his wings into. He slid it on, and spread his wings.

He took them out every night and went for a nightly flight, before sleeping, but they were still slightly sore.

The wings faded from dark purple, to a slightly dull red, causing some pretty variations on color of his feathers. Mumbo loved the feathers.

X returned quickly, and let Grian apply the makeup. Sure it was rushed, but Grian felt happy not having to be reminded of the scars anymore. It was a visible change in his attitude and posture.

At that moment, X decided that Grian needed to talk with Joe or Keralis about what happened. Just someone so that Grian became more comfortable about the scars.

The three walked out, and Grian was slightly nervous about his wings. Doc saw them and realized one thing.

It was hard to fly if Avian wings got wet. That and the scars he'd seen on Grian's face, that weren't there anymore, was enough proof that Grian had a right not to trust water.

Most people were suprised when they saw Grian's wings, but they didn't make a big deal out of it. Scar however asked to touch them, resulting in Grian basically falling asleep on Mumbo's shoulder.

Then Stress and Ren joined in.

Grian blushed but let it continue. X was trying not to laugh, while Mumbo was holding Grian from falling to the ground.

Avian wings were sensitive, and calmed down the Avian when touched. So much so, that it could lull an Avian to sleep. While it could function as a way to get the Avian horny, it had to be by the Avian's crush or it could be stopped by traumatic experiences.

Then came Grian's mistake. He accidentally cooed, though somewhat quietly, Scar, Ren, and Mumbo heard it and busted out laughing. Stress was confused, but joined in on the laughing because laughter is contagious.

Grian forced Mumbo to let go and tried walking away, but Ren was able to get underneath a feather. It didn't hurt, and infact caused him to coo louder and for him to stumble.

Grian flipped them off before flying off.

When Grian made it to his base, he landed in the cake's bottom tier and spread his wings around him.

He slid his fingers underneath some of the feathers, cleaning the sand from them and pulling some of the older feathers. It was peaceful, and Grian began doing it subconsciously. His mind wandered and he basically became AFK.

Once finished with the first wing, he moved onto the second. He could feel himself begin to get tired, but continued pruning the second wing. Once finished, he closed his eyes for what he assumed to be just a moment.

He opened his eyes to find he was at Iskall's base, swaddled in heavy blankets.

He sat up and looked around confused. The icy base was cool, but not what he was expecting.

"About time your up." Iskall teased, drinking coffee.

Grian stood up to the best of his abilities and walked over to Iskall.

"...Um... Why and how am I here?" Grian asked.

"Every heard of sleep walking? Try sleep flying." Iskall teased.

Grian blushed from embarrassment. Iskall frowned and Grain became concerned for his friend.

"Does Mumbo know about them?" Iskall asked.

"Know what?"

"About your scars?"

Grian stopped in suprise. How did Iskall know about his scars? Did Iskall tell anyone?

Iskall sighed before explaining it to Grian.

"You crashed into the ocean around midnight. I found you and brought you to my base. The make up washed off in the rough waves..."

Grian held the blankets around him tighter.

"Mumbo and X know..." Grian muttered. "...I don't like the scars..."