Hermitcraft oneshots

.•⦁ I love you's and flying ⦁•.

Alternative title: I want to fly too
Genre: fluff?
Notes/prompt/idea:
Request: @catsrjust2cool
Ship: Scarian <3
TW: oblivion?
(tell me if I missed any?)

Hope this is an okay chapter cause I wrote this one really late at night so might be a bit meh. :,)
Regardless, enjoy some Scarian!

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Grian had asked if they could hang out again soon, but Scar didn't know if he wanted to, he just felt like he needed a break, even if he loved hanging out with Grian.
Because every time they hung out, it reminded him of how he couldn't fly like his avian friend.

He had never been taught how to fly, seeing as most Vexlings learn from their parents and Scar's had died before his wings were fully developed.

Which was one of the reasons he was jealous of Grian, because his parents probably taught him all he knew. He was an impeccable flier and must have learned his moves somewhere.

This was a very childish thing to be jealous about, but he wanted to get the same treatment from someone that loved him. He wanted someone to teach him how to dive, soar, and just fly in general.

He had — quite a few times — almost convinced himself that he could trust Grian with his secret so he could teach him, but he didn't want to embarrass himself.

So he decided to sleep on it, like Xisuma often did when he needed to make important decisions.

When he woke up the next day, Scar still didn't know if he wanted to tell Grian, so he ate breakfast in silence.

That is, until Grian tumbled through his window with his magnificent wings.

Grian had beautiful wings, made up of red, yellow and blue feathers that blended together. It made him look complete, his small, toned figure just looked better when he had his wings out.

Scar caught himself staring at Grian as he thought, comparing his wings to that of the avian.

All scar had was drab, blueish-gray looking wings, with which he didn't even know how to fly. And when he had them out, he was sure he'd feel ugly and out of place next to such a beautiful avian like Grian.

So he didn't tell Grian a thing. They just chatted and decided they'd visit bases to see how the other hermits were getting along.

And so they took off, Grian with his attractive wings, and Scar with his drab elytra.

As they flew over Mumbo's base for this season, Scar caught himself staring at Grian's perfect figure. He blushed a bit and looked away, making sure the avian didn't notice.

They talked about many things, all the while still spamming rockets to propel themselves forward. But in the end they got to the subject childhood, though neither of the flying hermits knew how.

"So how were your parents?" Scar asked Grian, hoping to confirm his thoughts from earlier.

"Oh- um... they weren't... great... yeah let's say that." The parrot said after some hesitation, a nervous smile on his face, tensing up after Scar's question.

Scar saw the pain in his eyes, but decided to push on with a frown on his face. "Why's that?"

Grian swooped under Scar and turned so he was lying on his back. He rested his arms under his head and relaxed a little.

"Well- they might've abandoned me in Japan when I was about five?" He said still a small smile on his face, as if he found it amusing.