The Rise Of CuteGuy

Your Beautiful

Scar pov

I sighed, turning my sunglasses over in my hands, my fingers tracing the familiar grooves and scratches on the frame. The wind tugged at my hair, sending a few strands across my face, but I barely noticed. My reflection in the dark lenses stared back at me—scarred, tired. I hated looking too long. Every mark, every reminder etched into my skin, told stories I didn’t always want to remember.

Maybe I was thinking too deeply, letting my thoughts wander too far, because before I could react, a pair of gloved hands covered my eyes.

I tensed for a split second, my body on instinctive alert, but then I recognized the touch—light but firm, teasing yet careful. A familiar presence.

“Guess who?” came a voice, playful but knowing.

I huffed, relaxing just a little. “Grian.”

The hands didn’t move right away. “You were brooding again,” he accused lightly.

I smirked, shaking my head even though he still had my vision blocked. “Was not.”

He snorted. “You totally were. I could see it all the way from inside.”

I sighed, lifting my hands to gently pull his away. “Maybe I was just enjoying the wind”

Grian scoffed but didn’t argue. Instead, he moved—to give me a heart attack, apparently—because the next thing I knew, he was jumping up onto the railing and perching on it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

If he didn’t have wings, I would’ve been terrified. Hell, even with wings, I was still very worried.

He grinned down at me, clearly enjoying my reaction, and before I could even scold him, he reached out and poked me right in the forehead.

I blinked, caught off guard, my sunglasses still clutched in one hand as I rubbed at the spot where he’d poked me. “What was that for?”

Grian tilted his head, his expression teasing but curious. “What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?”

I sighed, glancing away for a moment before answering flatly, “Anxiety.”

He snorted, but I wasn’t joking. I didn’t trust that railing. I didn’t trust the wind. And I sure as hell didn’t trust Grian not to do something reckless just because he could.

I shifted closer, hesitating for only a second before wrapping my arms around his waist. He didn’t pull away. In fact, he adjusted slightly, parting his legs a little so I could rest my head against his chest.

And to my surprise, he let me.

I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of him against the cool breeze. His feathers shifted slightly, brushing against my arms, soft and grounding.

For once, he didn’t tease. Didn’t push.

He just let me hold on.

Grian’s fingers threaded gently through my hair, the motion slow and absentminded, and for a second, I actually smiled. It was rare for him to be this soft, this quiet.

For a moment, I thought he had wrapped his wings around me too, but the light never shifted. The warmth pressing against me was just him.

I sighed, my thoughts still tangled. "I don't understand what's going on with Mumbo and Xisuma… and you… and somehow this mysterious Xavier. My head hurts."

I pouted, shifting slightly to rest my cheek against his chest, looking up at him.

Grian smiled down at me, a little amused but still fond, his fingers never pausing in my hair. "Yeah," he murmured, "it's a mess, isn't it?"

I just held onto him, letting the wind tangle my hair as I tried to focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing instead of the storm of thoughts in my head.

I didn’t know what I did to deserve him. I really didn’t.

For the longest time, I had been working alone, convincing myself I didn’t need anyone. That relying on others was just asking for trouble. But somehow, Grian had wedged himself into my life, into my space, and I couldn’t bring myself to push him away.

I tightened my grip slightly, grounding myself in the warmth of his presence. He didn’t pull away. He just stayed.

" You know you shouldn't worry about your scars they're beautiful" that was unexpected and I looked up at him and he was just smiling at me

I blinked up at him, caught completely off guard.

“That was unexpected,” I muttered, my grip on him loosening slightly.

Grian just smiled, his fingers still combing gently through my hair. “You know it’s true.”

I huffed, looking away, my fingers tightening around the fabric of his clothes. “Beautiful isn’t exactly the word I’d use.”

“Well, that’s because you’re an idiot,” he said lightly, nudging my forehead with his own. “They’re a part of you, Scar. They tell a story—your story. And I think that’s beautiful.”

I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond to that. He always did this—saw something in me that I couldn’t, refused to. And somehow, he made it sound so simple.

So instead of arguing, I just rested my head against his chest again, letting the steady beat of his heart drown out the self-doubt clawing at my thoughts.

I panicked the moment he leaned back, my grip on his waist tightening instinctively. “Grian!” I hissed, my heart jumping into my throat.

He just giggled, the sound light and teasing. “Relax, Scar. I have wings, remember?”

“That doesn’t mean you should test gravity like this,” I grumbled, trying to pull him back toward me. “What if the wind catches you wrong? What if you—”

“Scar,” he interrupted, still laughing. “I’ve been flying longer than you’ve been worrying about me. I think I’ll be fine.”

I huffed, my grip not loosening one bit. “I don’t care how long you’ve been flying. You scare me every time you do stuff like this.”

Grian smiled, leaning forward again so our foreheads nearly touched. “That’s cute.”

“It’s not cute. It’s—” I paused, my frustration fading slightly under the warmth of his gaze. “Okay, maybe it’s a little cute.”

He hummed, clearly satisfied with that answer, and reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “I like when you worry about me,” he admitted. “But I’m not going anywhere, Scar.”

I swallowed, holding onto him just a little tighter. “You better not.”

Grian’s forehead rested against mine, and I couldn’t help but smile. His eyes—those beautiful, striking blue eyes—were so captivating up close. They held a warmth, a light playfulness, but also something deeper, something I couldn’t quite put into words.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “You’re unfair, you know that?” I murmured.

His lips curled into a smirk. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because,” I said, my voice softer than I intended, “every time I look into your eyes, I forget what I was even worried about.”

Grian blinked, his expression shifting into something unreadable for a moment. Then, with a quiet chuckle, he bumped his nose against mine. “Guess that means I’m doing something right.”

I laughed lightly, shaking my head. “Yeah… I guess you are.”