SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

What The World Needs

INSECURE COOL KID GRIAN AU 

WITH

SUPERHEROS !1!!!!!!

(inspired by 'Hey There Sidekick' by Totally-Not-Grian!!11!!!! GO READ IT >:( )

(notice: i totally thought chan was obsessed with grian but she did date taurtis and i see grian as a PETTY. ASS. BITCH. so thats why he hates her)

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Grian walked through the old halls of his school, peeling paint and distinctly disturbing smells. It'd stood since superheroes first grew to be famous. This year, though, something was shifting.

It was Year 12- where you finally learn if you have what it takes to be the next generation of crime-fighting badasses or not. 

Grian knows he's a shoe-in. He's known it forever, actually. Ever since his mother tried to sacrifice him dramatically to an eldritch god that is definitely waiting to kidnap him at any second, including right this moment!

Let's not focus on that. Instead, let's impress the heroes with your totally-selfless personality. Yeah. Totally.

Something weird twists inside of him, a sickly familiar feeling. Someone's playing with the strings attached to his magic- strings he wished he could burn without causing himself severe bodily harm in the process.

This.. thing dislikes heroes. It wants to see the school burn, ashes floating in the air.

....Arguably an unpreferable fate.

Fuck. So.... 

Give it a few reasons why not to commit arson & mass-murder while insulting people he hates!

Grian steps on a table- now, he's a relatively popular kid, and most popular kids are very obviously unstable, so it's really unshocking that he's doing this.

Just.. maybe shocking 'cause the heroes are currently watching over the entire class, but hey! Uh, hopefully they understand Grian's specifically vague descriptions of his powers and the thing that keeps trying to possess him?

Whatever. People are fucking looking at you, idiot. Do what you were gonna do.

"What the world needs, is people like me, to keep it all spin'n around!"

Okay, throw in some magical effects... that works!

Grian leans forward. He created a microphone with ease- just one of the many, many things he could do as a borderline demi-god with access to the code of the world.

"I'm the mover, I'm the shaker, I'm the headline maker!"

The heroes are staring. Hotguy, Captain, Antlers.. Keep walking! Grian spins around, flaring out his parrot wings (oh, the blue on the bottoms has turned purple... that's just fucking great.) before looking over his shoulder and delivering the next line.

Thank god for his singing voice and popularity, he expected to be dead by now. (Even though he can't really die, because again, demi-god except eldritch horror?)

"I get up, I get up~!"

Grian walks along the top of the table, reaching the end and spinning around with a satisfying clack from his shoes. 

"And no one's gonna keep me down!"

A bright purple smoke fills where he was, as Grian teleports onto one of the beams in the roof, lying down with his wings hanging over either edge of the wood. Purple cracks were starting to spread through his wings as he attempted to prevent the Watcher's attempts at taking control, even as Grian's eyes shifted to a bright purple that practically glowed with an ominous effect.