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    Scar truly is unfairly pretty tonight. His hair is mussed from both Dodgebolt and drinking, the left strap of his long green dress falling past his shoulder. Grian mentally traces its path over his bicep, then trails further— Scar's arms are incredibly muscled, and his hands are large and square, nails bitten off at the ends. Grian knows from experience that they're warm, solid. If Grian reached out, would Scar let him hold them?

    It takes him a moment to realize Scar's stopped talking. Grian's eyes snap back up to his face; Scar's staring at him with an unreadable expression, swaying slightly on his feet. Grian has to force himself not to step further into his space, do something stupid that will land him in deep trouble when they're sober later.

    "Sorry," Grian says belatedly. "I didn't quite catch what were you sa—"

    Scar tilts forward, crowding Grian against the tile they'd just been critiquing; his body forms a long, warm line against Grian's. Caught between that encompassing heat and the cold tile at his back, Grian shivers.

    "Hi," Scar murmurs.

    Or, Grian and Scar Have Bathroom Sex: The Fic

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    Scar peeked up at Grian through his auburn locks, and the sight caused Grian to flush. God. The sweat sticking to the man's forehead, the subtle look of lust in his eyes as he peered through long eyelashes, the rest of the man's face obscured by his incredibly muscular arms. Planting itself in Grian’s gut, the image spread magma throughout his abdomen, and he couldn’t help but acknowledge the tinge of heat on his cheeks.

    He cleared his throat.

    “Are you sure?” Scar whined, still lying against the desk. “This is already taking forever,” He groaned again, dragging his chin to rest on his forearm. The zoo keeper bit his lip in frustration, looking to the side. “I just want this permit business to be over with-”

    “I’ve looked at every option,” Grian started, heaving another sigh. “The Base Blooben test is a simple yes or no question, does your permit fit?” he ran his hand through his hair, “It’s really not that difficult, Scar.” The mild annoyance bit at his tone, hiding the arousal that had lit flames beneath his skin.

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    Scar fucks Grian into the floor of the DHP. Grian is very into it.

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    "I think,” Grian says, voice high, and then clears his throat, “there might be more to this whole soulmate thing than we thought.” Behind him, Scar makes a strangled sound.

    "G, is this really the time—"

    "No, listen to me, I think—I think we're not only sharing, uh, pain." There's a long silence. Grian stays turned around, wringing his hands together.

    "So you're telling me you felt—" Scar sounds slightly hysterical.

    "Yep," Grian says, and laughs as Scar groans.

    And—impossibly, Grian feels warmth pool back into his stomach, like warm honey.

    "Uh," he laughs, and Scar makes a noise in the back of his throat.

    (or: Scar and Grian, as soulmates, share more than just pain.)

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    “I’m sorry, Grian,” Scar repeated. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

    For a moment, Scar thought he saw Grian’s gaze dip again, but with distance between them, and the glare from a lamp on the other man’s glasses, he couldn’t be entirely sure. It made his heart squeeze all the same.

    Grian straightened, huffing, “No.”

    Scar hesitated. “Are you sure?”

    “Positive,” Grian said. He leaned into the couch cushions, his countenance changing with the wave of a hand. His face relaxed, his legs crossed in front of him, and a wide smile split his lips. “You’ll pay for what you’ve done in due time.”

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    After an April Fool's Day prank goes wrong, and his fake flirting attempts go south, Scar has to endure an entire day of Grian giving him a taste of his own medicine.

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    Avian Customs for the Young, the Dumb, and the Inbetween
    The Complete Revised Instruction on Doing Things Right, Expanded

    “Wouldn’t the challenge be fun, Scar?”

    She’s goading him, taunting, pulling him towards something promising, indiscernible to himself. She’s similar to Grian in that way. Her smile is sharp when she speaks. “Go big or go home, am I right?”

    And Scar can tell she says it on purpose, he can see the smugness in the way her lips tilt up, he can see the satisfaction in her eyes. She knows she had him trapped before she even spoke.

    He decides, quite easily, that if he is willing to do this for Grian, then he is also willing to do this for Pearl.

    Or, Scar finds himself wrapped up in centuries-old customs that are much larger than himself. No one is surprised when he stumbles into love.

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