SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

grian's excellent plan (not by martyn's standards)

so im gonna hit you with a heartbreaking (atleast i hope it ends up heartbreaking) oneshot but i figured id be silly first and provide a 100% accurate representation of grian joining scar in third life

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Martyn is staring at Jimmy. Jimmy is gesticulating wildly, wings flared out.

Martyn looks at Grian. Grian looks just as lost as him.

 "I have a better plan!"

Grian promptly interrupts Jimmy's wild ramblings about how with all three of them blurring the lines between code and player, surely they wouldn't loose if they teamed up, they just needed to figure out how to-

"I'll marry a 'wealthy' man"

Grian points at Scar. Ah, poor Scar, stuck as a yellow already. Grian draws three hearts in the sand and crosses one out.

Marry the only one with a murder excuse. Say you were forced to help.

Interesting.

"Wouldn't that make you gay?"

Jimmy asks. Grian raises an eyebrow, considering Jimmy's history of homoerotic friendships. So. Many,

"Not necessarily" 

Is the answer he settles on, standing up out of the dirt.

Jimmy considers it.

Martyn speaks first.

"that would be okay"

He gets a bewildered stare from the canary. How dense is Jimmy? For one, Martyn is a theater kid, and he is very much perpetuating stereotypes, for two, Jimmy is one of the gayest straights in existence-

".......what"

Jimmy directs his eyes to Grian, looking concerned as hell.

Oh, yeah, Grian's plan involves sleeping with a homocidal maniac. Maybe Martyn shouldn't have agreed.

"I'll sleep in a separate bed"

Grian defends, leaning back against a tree and letting his eyes trail Scar's figure. Martyn scoffs internally. Sleep in a separate bed, except for all of those hours were you're sleeping with-

"and I'll refrain from giving"

Grian makes very, very deep eye contact. Martyn mentally shuts up. Watchers can't read minds, right? Right?

"..........."

Please don't say it. Even Scar is starting to crack up. Wait, Scar's hearing-

"kisses"

Thank god. PG server, Pg server. Martyn had no interest in hearing Jimmy's crash out over Grian's poor taste.

"We'll be happy for a while,"

He's drawing in the dirt again. This time, it's against the light of torches, the darkness of night outside windows cut out of sandstone; a mild variation in the pattern that shows off the wide field of sand and more sand, and light.

"I'll try to comply to his style,"

Grian hates the stupid fucking Llama Scar dragged here. But, he'd said everything the light touches is their's, and Grian.... doesn't really want to test that, so he supposes he'll deal with Pizza.

Even if said fiend keeps chewing on his hair because it's 'suspiciously grass looking'. It's not. It's not. Please, stop.

"And keep his mansion clean,"

Cleaning up the sheets of sand, mostly at this point, letting Scar's hands wander through his feathers with minimal protest ('no, see, that feather's not broken enough to be pulled yet-' 'enough???'), relaxing against a sofa they made in 4 hours.

"Then I'll kill him and inherit his green."

Then he's driving his fist through Scar, watching him spit blood before finding his end on a cactus. Then he's watching his livelihood fade away, watching Scar's items tick away on the ground.

Then he's throwing himself off a cliff and-

Grian finishes his sand drawing of a mansion. Martyn snorts, it's done very poorly.

"Like my plan?"

"Yeah, sure, have fun. We all know I'm going to win."

Grian scoffs, watching the man trail off to find 'King' Ren.

Loser.

Literally.

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