SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Canary In A Coalmine

ITS FINALLY HERE

THE ONESHOT I WAS DESTINED TO DO

MWAHAH

note: not really factually correct 

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A long, long while ago, there was a canary.

Actually, there were many canaries, but they would all fall to one predetermined fate.

See, in the midst of the industrial revolution, when we needed energy to fuel our changing world, a common job was mining. Deep into the heart of dark, dreary caves, hunted by unseen forces that shifted rocks at just the right time and leaked poison into the air- a dangerous warning, the bite after the bark.

Miners were dying.

The solution?

Snatch golden little birds out of the clear air and send them down the dusty, thin tendrils of the cave. If the yellow wings returned once more, albeit covered in soot, the miners would follow in. Afterall, this meant the gas wasn't horrid enough to murder such a small animal- the unseen forces had taken pity.

Many would bring the canary inside with them; send them deeper into the cave as a failsafe; hang them from an ornate little bird cage hooked at their belt.

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When the canary would die, lungs blackened and wings darkened, eyes dull by the deep night forever in the cave, a foolish miner that followed them in, attracted by the once shiny yellow, would die soon after.

Every.

Single.

Time.

Eventually, the tradition would fade; bars broken and soot colored feathers left to wash off, to shine once more.

However, there is still a canary, trapped by a soot-haired miner.

A foolish miner, who never learned to wait.

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YOU & I ARE FRIENDS OF EMPTY GRAVES !!

The first two red lives of the server; burning eyes and foolish grins speaking of their childish approach to life.

It couldn't truly be a coincidence- the two guys known for being the absolute worst at survival, bordering on death so early was a given.

A given.

BLACK AIR & BLACK, BLACK LUNGS

Week 7, where everything goes wrong.

Jimmy remembers grabbing Scott by the arm, pulling him onto the shifting sands of Monopoly mountain. How his flower crown almost slid off his blonde hair, how Scott rolled his eyes and fixed it, messing with the locks of hair on his 'husband's head.

The plan was simple- drag the malicious rulers of Dogwarts to the land of the sand and burn it all to ashes. Bomb the very material they stand on right now.

Jimmy leaned on Scott, a wicked grin on his face, red eyes shifting across the pebbles.

AM I THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS YOU SAFE

Potions dropped into their new friends' hands, the sizzling heat of lava beating against Jimmy's face. Scar disappears into the bunker, followed by Jimmy and his singed wings.

A loose arrow dived into the window, which he only narrowly avoids, watching as darkness fell over the area once more.

Grian catches first sight of the royals. Ren, his sunglasses bent, wearing a crown burned from the explosion days earlier. He had a red clock that pooled out around him, and Martyn stood loyally at his side.