Grian Oneshots!!

Petrichor and Copper [Lime/Fluff] (Scarian)

bro who invented school

who decided to make it so hard and why does that person hate me

btw im sorry for this, feel free to skip over if it you feel uncomfortable 
(IM JUST GOING TO ESTABLISH THAT THIS IS NOT SMUT)

TWs:
- implied s3xual- uh- activities???? 
- romantic shipping (Scar x Grian)
- kissing
- 

lmk if something else should be added

The smell of petrichor wafts through the halls of the spruce and deepslate wagon, making its way to the highest floor. Surrounded by the orange glow of the sunrise reflecting on copper, two lovers huddle together on a full-sized bed, breathing softly in the morning light.

Grian slowly blinks his eyes open, getting rid of the morning bleariness. But instead of the mossy stones of his own starter base, he's woken up to warmth on the left side of his face as well as his right arm draped over said warm object, his side curled into it. A splitting headache makes Grian want to go back to sleep, but he decides against it.

Inhaling deeply, Grian sits up and looks around. Why am I in Scar's base? He asks himself, confused as he looks to his left to see Scar's unconscious body, peacefully sleeping away as if Grian hadn't even been there. Scar's bare chest reminds him of their time together during Third Life, as he had always slept shirtless due to the excruciating heat of the desert. His gray sweatpants have a tiny outline of his signature red hat stitched into the corner by the left pocket. His hair looks messed up, as if someone had vigorously run their fingers through it.

Grian then looks down to see what he's wearing. He doesn't even remember what he was doing last night, or why he's in Scar's base. Or his bed, for that matter. He's wearing black shorts and a classic "Mumbo for Mayor!" t-shirt from last season. But wait, where is the text on the shirt? Quickly pulling the loose shirt away from his chest, Grian sees that the text is on the inside of the shirt, meaning that it's inside-out. Checking his shorts, he notices that they're also inside-out. Huh. Weird.

Pushing himself off the bed, Grian stumbles, wondering why his legs hurt so much as he hobbles over to Scar's desk and looks out the window. To his surprise, Boatem Town is very still this morning. Usually, Mumbo and Impulse wake up early to turn on their lag machines, and are about, doing their business. But there are no sounds of pistons extending, dispensers clicking, or hastily shuffling feet.

Deciding that his legs are in too much pain to stand anymore, Grian makes his way back over to the bed, plopping down next to Scar. Looking at Scar's unconscious body, Grian tries to retrace last night's steps, still wondering why he had fallen asleep in his elven friend's bed. He usually only asks to sleep with someone if he's had a bad day, and he usually goes to Pearl for her 'sister snuggles'.

They were all together last night, weren't they? The whole server, definitely. A party, perhaps? Oh yes, it was a party! A birthday party! Whose, though? Ren, maybe? Yes, of course it was Ren's, there was so much Octagon promotion that it couldn't not be his. Grian recalls loud music, flashing lights, and definitely alcohol, which was probably the source of his pounding headache. He rubs his temples in an attempt to soothe it as he tries to pinpoint what had happened last night.

Grian was standing next a little off to the side of the dancefloor, sipping a margarita while listening in on Mumbo talk with Xisuma, Ren, and Etho about redstone and robotics. He didn't really understand what they were saying, but he was too drunk to notice or care. All he had cared about was stunning in his new outfit, which had a black, turtleneck tank top with a vibrant red, translucent, flowy, and sparkly shirt on top. He wore black jeans shorts and random gold jewelry pieces across his body. He had even let Cleo put eyeliner on him because she thought he would rock it, and boy, he did.