Grian Oneshots :D

Dresses and depression

Prompt: 

Grian wears a dress, has a panic attack, slight Scarian ship.

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Grian woke up surrounded by pillows in his bed. He quickly checked his communicator and saw a bunch of new messages.

Xisuma: remember the meetup later everyone!

False: where is it? Also what time?

Scar fell from a high place

Xisuma: 6pm in Scar's swagon, remember from the meeting?

Xisuma: Scar not again...

Grian allowed himself a cheeky grin before rapidly typing out a response.

Grian: will make sure I'm there! Also nobody pays attention in those meetings X, I use it to catch up on sleep most of the time

Xisuma: smh

Grian smiled, and got out of bed, dressed, and left with an inventory filled with shuckers and shovels, ready to gather more sand for his barge.

< Time skip >

Grian wiped his forehead, feeling the beads of sweat which had built up there. He had just finished filling up his last shoulder box, and didn't want to see another grain of sand for a good while. He grabbed his shulkers, setting off a firework as he boosted himself in the direction of his base. When he got inside his hobbit hole, he dumped his shulker boxes in the hallway and took a quick shower, relishing in every grain of sand that he washed off his body.

After drying himself, he went to pick out some clothes from his closet (cause he's secretly gay). He pulled out some clothes and tried to decide between them all. Grian was famous for always having a new outfit for each occasion, but today he didn't know what to wear. None of his outfits seemed to jump out at him, and he couldn't go with just a normal outfit. He was stuck for a while, until he eventually had an idea. He rummaged through his wardrobe for a few minutes, before finally finding what he was looking for.

He pulled out a red dress, which had open shoulders and fell down to around his ankles. He slipped it on, looking at himself in the mirror. It was a bit chilly, but other than that it looked nice. He sat down and began to apply some makeup, not too much to make it obvious, but enough just to highlight his natural blush and emphasise the curve of his face. He looked back in the mirror, but still felt like he was missing something, so he chose one of the sunflowers that Scar had gifted him the day before, cut the stem to size, and slotted it into his hair. Now he was ready.

< Time skip >

Grian landed outside of Scar's wagon and checked his watch. He was just about on time. He knocked on the door, and a few seconds later it opened up to reveal Xisuma, wearing his bee suit.

"Hey G... ooh... nice dress" Xisuma smiled at him. At least Grian thought he was smiling, you never could tell for sure what his expression was underneath that helmet.

"Hey X, thanks, I thought I'd try something a little different for today, and this is where I ended up at" Grian replied.

"Come in, everyone is waiting for you to start the games, other than Mumbo, who seems to be perpetually late," X let him through, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

The interior of the wagon was set up with a circle of a random assortment of sofas, bean bags and cushions, where all the hermits sat. As Grian entered, a silence fell and the whole room seemed to be staring at him.