SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

The Way I Loved You

wooo prequel to ' let us adore you '

I wanted too right after publishing that AND

THIS TAYLOR SWIFT SONG EXISTS

SOOO

>:D

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Grian flexed his wings, gliding around the glass dome that protected him from the harsh void air.  It was incredible, flying again, after his real parrot wings had been crippled by Highschool. Sure, his admin wings could be used, but they were made of pure magic- not very helpful for actually flying without extensive magical use that could've gone to protecting his server.

He's sure that anyone would love to be in his position, a 'pet' for goofy gods. They were fine, happy, easy to exist with. It was almost lunch. Grian notes this. He can hear the soft footsteps of Xeyla, possibly coming to see him perching on a tree. 

He's already on a branch, kicking his legs. He can feel feathers out of place in his wings, he'd fallen off the branch earlier. The familiar buzz of magic fills the air, and he watches Xeyla enter his little terrarium. See, Grian had a nice room, it was just a little cramped. The terrarium was better, more space to fly and such.

Opening his purple wings again, he adjusted the purple tunic he'd been gifted, gliding down to land in Xeyla's open palm. She had a smile on her face, looking down at the sitting little human-watcher. Her bright, happy magic flows around him- bright purple and shimmering.

Grian hums and turns, letting both his wings lay on her palms. Xeyla's wonderful magic swirled through his wings, fixing every feather and removing bits of dirt. Grian lets out chirps and relived warbles with every fixed feathers makes Xeyla giggle, holding him closer as they walk from the terrarium towards the 'kitchen.'

" awww, little birdieee.."

Her words were adoring, like how one would talk with a loved pet.

That's all Grian is, a silly little pet.

...

It doesn't matter, he's fine here.

Perfectly fine.

...

Perfectly Fine isn't good enough. Grian craves the screaming and fighting and chaos and big, big blue sky of Evo. He misses staying up till 3 am and telling scary stories, a night where even the Property Police  didn't care.

He misses building the large builds and memorizing clues and the hunting, oh the hunting. 

Evo was insane, but that's just the way Grian liked it.

God, he missed Pearl, he missed Taurtis & Jimmy & BigB & Netty. He misses the portals, and the familiar comfort of his friends and family. He misses finally, finally feeling safe.

He misses the energetic rush of feelings just existing on the server.

God, he misses it all.

...

They've reached the kitchen. Xeyla's still using her fine magic to preen his wings, talking in conversation with Xunle. He's practically melted in her hands, a familiar position like his little chirps every now & then. Every time he did make a silly bird noise, the magic would basically pet his head and cover him in a warm feeling.

He knew she could surround him with her hands, but she didn't, because that would end the preening & even Xeyla knew that absolutely wasn't how you pick up a bird. She'd seen the ' how to pick up duck ' youtubes.

The preening pauses a moment, and Grian gives a questioning chirp. He'd basically given up on talking to them, purely because the Watchers are weirdly deaf. They couldn't makeout language without magic, and they often don't use said magic on their ears when at the Palace.

The preening resumes. You know, Grian misses talking. He misses little games of tag and making nests with Jimmy and soaring with Pearl when he could dedicate enough magic to his admin wings.

He misses fair rides & childish fights, snowball duels & snowman crafting.

He misses being real, true, having real feelings.

He misses true love.

~

Grian's on his little floating chair of a disk, sipping tea. God, Xonyd made the best tea. He was looking at Grian with an eager expression and the avian let out an encouraging chirp to reassure the Watcher. He grinned, even if Grian wasn't really that happy.

It was fine.

( it wasn't )

His disk floats over to Xonyd, who uses a blue magical hand to stroke his folded wings. Oh, it's amazing, and he sinks into the touch.

It's nothing like Evo, though. It's not like the group preening sessions or Pearl's gentle, gentle touch.

It would never be.

It would never be because of Grian's stupid, stupid mistake. His minute fracture in control had lead to this, to him loosing everything. Everything.

To be a fucking pet for these psychopaths.

Rage burns in his stomach. He doesn't want to do this anymore, he can't, he can't live in this shitty neutrality anymore. Xunle seems to notice the negative shift in his mood, and his silvery purple magic started to drift around him- a good preparation as Grian scowled.

He needed to get out.

Opening his wings, he sits up on the disk, forcing a few chirps at his captors. They swoon at him before watching Grian flutter..

Once, twice..

Grian was gone.

" XELQUA???"

He was flying, flying as fast as he possibly could. He needed to leave, needed to escape. The exit was near, close, he knew it. He just had to keep flying. Fly like he was racing Pearl, fly like he was divebombing Jimmy. Fly, fly, fly.

He's almost there, almost free from the stupid mundane preening. He's almost back to the joyful chaos, his family, real emotions.

He's almost back to love.

Grian's wings are flapping faster & faster now. The entrance is in his sights. Yes, yes, yes he's free-

There's a sickening snap. Grian's falling. Pain's shooting from his purple wing. No, no, he can't fly, he'll never fly again-

Grian can hear Xeyla scolding Xunle for a second, before magic makes it all go black...

~

BONUS

Grian woke in a bed. Xeyla was looking down at him with a very worried expression, before noticing he'd woken. His wing was wrapped up in a neat, nice bandage. It was warm, holding his wing in place with pure magic. He kept inspecting the wing before noticing a terrifying fate- the little flight feathers on his wings had been cut.

Straight, pure panic shot through him before magic forcefully called him. He gave a distressed chirp to Xeyla & Xonyd, who gave a sad smile.

" I'm so sorry, child, but we can't have you escaping.. that's bad. We'll make them grow back, when your more .. trustworthy. For now, you'll just have to shadow us!"

Xonyd tried, but Grian still just gave them more distressed bird noises, to the point where Xeyla picked up the bird gently. Carefully, she pried his wings open and started trying to preen them. Oh, how Grian resisted, but her careful magic that managed to fix the feathers under his bandage, and the nice magical fog that he just couldn't shake...

Grian let the mundane calm wash over him again.

Sure, it wasn't Evo.

But it was fine, perfectly fine.

~

yay

me writing the watchers as good but really, really misguided

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