SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Strawberry Summer

okay so i found this guy on youtube and I FUCKING ADORE HIS MUSIC"

anyway he's super small rn BUT he's on like every music platform so GO CHECK HIM OUT!!! (his name is Dave Hawkins!!!11!!1!!!)

consider this your yearly fluff intake before i start writing depressing things again 

oops guys i got distracted  and forgot to write ANYWAY)

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The burning hot sun baked down on dewy sweetgrass. It was relatively high in the sky, waves shimmering down on the field Grian had discovered after faking sick to get out of school one day. Now, he finds himself lying against the rough texture of bark, looking up at a dozing Taurtis through his eyelashes.

There's shitty, scratchy fabric underneath them, the only thing they could dig up without running to the store and using their already limited supplies (Wasn't Sam looking for jobs?), considering that could be better utilized for the vibrant flowers (and a small butterfly, in a proper container) Grian got Taurtis and the shiny things Taurtis got him in return.

Grian had beamed up at him, glancing at his handful of gold trinkets and everything else that made his bird instincts swoon with 'good mate, yes, mine.'

Taurtis had sat in awe of the multicolor butterfly, who'd peacefully flitted across it's enclosure, for nearly 20 minutes before Grian tapped him on the shoulder, ready to leave.

Now they're sitting here, one hand loosely between his parrot feathers, listening to the comforting and steady hum of Taurtis' chest; of his heart beating underneath him, grounding him from the floating sleep the pleasant conditions often gift. It's simply so..

Nice. Pleasant. Amazing. Peaceful.

Grian yawns against Taurtis' chest. Taurtis combs his hands through his hair, muttering something that just makes his body rumble in a nice way.

..

Nothing changes much during Evo, except for the amount of people. Grian's still napping on Taurtis, who's lying in-between some bunches of wildflowers and making a flower crown above the sleeping avian, while Pearl is braiding petals into Jimmy's wings- Netty is doing the same to Pearl's hair, and Salem is doing it to Netty. Martyn is eating peaches, using Jimmy as a foothold to actually reach the looming branches of the bright, light colored peach-tree.

He's slowly handing peaches to everyone, although he rudely throws one at Grian's head, which he barely deflects via wing before glaring at his smirking friend.

The sun flickers through the loose, wild patterns of the leaves. Now awake, Grian counts them, stars turning in his eyes.

The comforting chatter of his friends surrounds him, a type of white noise that's so very fulfilling, so warm in his chest like the sun begging him to doze off.....

Another peach is thrown at his head. It bounces off and he catches it, biting into the fuzzy flesh and watching the laughing crowd of his closest friends, his family, really.

His flock.

Maybe he makes a quiet, happy chirp. Maybe Taurtis glances at him in a lazy, all-too knowing manner.

Maybe he doesn't care.

--

Grian is not laughing (Grian is laughing).

Currently, Scar has become one with a thick bunch of vines, which are coiled around him like snakes.

"How- how do you even?"

He bends in half, the noise spilling from his throat. Mumbo is tearing up. Oh my god, he feels nauseous-

Scar struggles in the vines, fixing them with the poutiest puppy look, pleading to be released from this table of plants he's managed to find himself in. Mumbo takes out his sword, trying to cut through the flowering leaves and-

GoodTimeWithScar was slain by Mumbo

Yep.

Scar pops into existence a few blocks away from them. They've just started the new seasons and are settling into a jungle, funnily enough, and people keep giving him parrots.

Seriously, stop.

They're so loud and annoying and they keep trying to adopt him. Why? It's something about how his 'wings are too small' because he's not 6'0 like most of his avian brothers. Help. Please.

Even still, the comforting chatter of bird noises he could probably decipher if he cared enough to pull it to the front of his mind. Instead, he trails behind Mumbo and Scar, listening to the pleasant quiet that envelops them. 

Scar guides them to a bright, sunny spot he found, while Mumbo mutters something terrifyingly like 'Hermit challenges' and Grian resists the urge to shoot him a confused, concerned glance. Instead, he watches Scar flop down right ontop of a watermelon, pretend he didn't gut punch himself by doing so, and relax in the sunniest spot while Grian wrestles with the food basket.

He finally whips out the watermelon, incidentally throwing a piece at Mumbo's face. The man yelps, making no move to move out of the way before it slides down his face. Scar is cackling again, and Grian gives a sheepish apology.

Mumbo tries to look furious, but it takes 2 seconds before he's laughing too.

They spend the day lazily in the sun, talk and laughter invading the forest.

--

Grian trails after the group, who are settling at a cafe. It's warm outside, as he settles next to his fellow Bad Boys. They're all coming off the aggressive high of Limited Life, even if everyone is laughing and prancing instead of being even slightly angered by the antics of their last minutes within the world.

Case in point: Scar's got a hand around his arm and chest, Impulse has an arm around Martyn, chatting about his great kills, Lizzie is nestled next to Joel and Gem, sharing bewildered glances with her while Joel tells stories about their escapades as The Bad Boys. 

Cleo is drinking a pretty, bright blue cocktail and ruthlessly complaining about how 'absolutely terrible' her group was to Pearl, who's eyeing her with a 'you teamed with them.' Grian shares a glance with her, before trailing his pupils around the loud group a poor waitress is trying to serve.

Grian nudges her over, whispering something akin to alcohol before being aggressively pulled into conversation by Joel, who's complaining about how 'no one thinks we're bad, boys!'

"You were a straight-a student who once cried over not returning a library book in time."

Joel flushes and Grian starts laughing, sipping his new drink. Jimmy slaps Joel on the back and Joel throws a cherry from his drink at the canary, who shoots back, still gets hit in the face, and just.. freezes.

Martyn begins laughing, too, he hits Jimmy on the back in his cackling so hard the man wheezes and shifts to glare.

"why am i here"

Grian hears Gem mutter.

"you knew what you were getting into."

She buries her face in her hands and sighs, heavily.

Everyone laughs at that, too. Grian leans back, taking a sip of his drink, a deep satisfaction filling him.

Maybe less TNT next time, though. Ugh, his feathers were still charred...

He could forgive. Maybe.

Grian grins.