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seasonal-writes · 1 year

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“old heartbeats die hard” (ao3 link is here!)

pairing: grian / scar cw: none! a quick programming break from our usual team rancher-related postings for a short and sweet scarian/desertduo fic! as i mentioned in the ao3 tags, this can be read as /p or /r, though be aware i did definitely write this with lowkey /r in mind. enjoy, and thanks for reading! ~

Did you know that listening to someone’s heartbeat can have a calming effect on your own heart and breathing pattern?

Grian knows this. And he knows it’s working right now, even if it’s not enough to lull him to sleep quite yet. Though, there is still relief in knowing that one is still thumping away in Scar’s chest. Its pace is still fresh and lively and steady, just how he likes it—even if he’d never say something like that out loud. His ear is pressed up against his chest, rumbling with soft snores and other breathing sounds. But he’s locked on target: the heartbeat.

Ba-bum.. Ba-bum..

Sleep doesn’t come. He can’t find it in him, just in-case. You never know. No one knows at this point, with how things have been going.

As his head rests on Scar’s chest, he’s got his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He’s clinging to the taller figure, and hasn’t let go since he first laid down.

Grian came back from the escapades at the pool party to find Scar asleep on their little make-shift mattress on the floor, just as he said he’d be when Grian left. After a couple soft pokes to the face and arm, Grian knew he was sleeping deeply enough that movement wouldn’t disturb him. So, the little winged man crawled up beside him and practically attached himself to Scar. There was risk of him waking up, asking what he was doing. And Grian knew that after all he’d done the past few days, it wouldn’t be an easy answer on the fly. But he clung to Scar anyway.

He wasn’t planning on finding such an infatuation with his heartbeat, but once he found it, he couldn’t seem to move after that.

The night crawls on, taking its sweet time. But he doesn’t care. He doesn’t mind the silence, or the safety, even if it isn’t their keep.

He can feel Scar’s every move, little twitches and shifts every so often as dreams or sleep cycles take their hold. Grian can’t help but smile, just a little, when he mumbles and even talks occasionally in his sleep. He just listens. Nighttime noises creep in from the outside, with some occasional shouting far in the distance. It feels oddly nostalgic until he remembers where they are. The little space he put together for them isn’t as home-y, but it’s safe and far from everyone else for the time being. They’re both safe.

Scar is safe, he keeps reminding himself.

He takes a deep breath, his own nerves kicking up when he thinks about the tower earlier that day. The smoke and the panic and the death that surrounded them. They got lucky, he knows that full well. Then there’s that memory again, floating back, the clear image of his soulbound leaping from the side of a tower and plummeting down. Arms too short to grab him, time moving too fast. The loud screams erupting from his throat, which now seems to twinge with a bit of soreness now that he thinks about it.

Just a few seconds of admiration of Scar’s compassion, only for it to be consumed by stress. His stomach drops even as he remembers. He tries to ignore it, leaving his head completely still as he closes his eyes and focuses on the heartbeat.

Ba-bum.. Ba-bum.. Ba-bum..

There’s flashes of falling from other tall places, all that time ago. More screaming, more devastation. More heartache as the worst was revealed, only for Scar to pop up moments later, shocked but thankful to have another go. Even as Grian was still on his knees, lungs caught in his throat.

He’s so used to it, yet it never does get easier. Now, they share their life source, and it feels even worse. He’s concerned for himself, sure. But Scar. The one who always ends up in his hands. He’s the kicker. The tug on the strings.

Their heartbeats are in sync, and feeling them both nearly stop before the luckiest save he’s ever seen..something like divine intervention, or kismet.. Well, it’s shaken him up a bit.

As the memories flitter in, Grian’s arms squeeze lightly around Scar’s torso. He holds him tighter—desperately—like letting go would mean he’d never be able to keep him this safe again. Like some void would open up and send Scar into another freefall. There is security found when he’s within reach.

He knows that the morning will greet them with separation. The concern for safety poking at the back of his head as the days go on, their hearts stumbling and the phantom pain haunting every misstep or accident. Constant wonder of when the other shoe will drop.. when it’ll suddenly be over and starting again.

Things change when people die, and in this place, it’s so fast. It’s so fast and hard and nerve-wracking, and narrow escapes are the only difference between life and death. And they were lucky. But he wonders if their luck will ever run out. Fate has played such huge roles here. It’s been sticking its fingers in and playing with all of their soulbound strands like ribbon, knotting it and yanking it taut. And it’s exhausting. It brings the two together, like always.

Grian thinks about how he’s not sure if he wanted this, and he’s been so frustrated with what’s been put in front of him that he’s tried his chance at cheating the game. Finding a path that was not laid before him. His own heartbeat starts interrupting the peace, quickening and creating a cacophony of thumps.

Ba-bum, Ba-bum, Ba-bum, Ba-bum!

“..Grian?” A very low, sleepy voice suddenly asks. Grian freezes. He slowly lifts his head for the first time in hours, looking up at Scar’s face as a bit of soreness spreads across his neck. He can see fairly clearly, even in the dim light of the cave. Scar’s eyes are barely open, squinting at him with a curious glance. He has a slight goofy grin on, as if he knows he’s caught him. Grian’s stopped in his tracks, his mouth hanging agape for a moment. Finally, he speaks. “Sorry.. Do you want me to—” Grian starts to ask, ready to move. Scar doesn’t let him finish his sentence before turning onto his side and scooping Grian into his arms. He wraps him up equally as tight, habitually careful to avoid his wings. His hands rest at just the right place on Grian’s back, as if he knows exactly where to put them, even while half-asleep. The slight grin blooms into a brief, sleepy smile as he closes his eyes again.

“I’m.. glad you made it back..” Scar mumbles, his voice falling off as he falls right back to sleep. Grian’s entire body still feels stiff, suddenly consumed by the hug. He still has his arms wrapped tightly around Scar as well, the nerves having created a rather solid grip on him. He isn’t sure what to do as the seconds pass. He feels.. oddly comforted, now. Like he doesn’t have to hide. Scar knows Grian cares, deep down.

Moments like this are inescapable at the end of the day, and so are Scar’s hugs. But even with his disdain for destiny’s choices, even with the semi-begrudging care and concern for his partner in crime.. Grian doesn’t try to leave. He allows acceptance. He stays, nestling in a bit and pressing his forehead to Scar’s chest.

Scar’s breath slows once again to a relaxed pace, and Grian finds that his own breath does the same. His shoulders relax, the oh-so-familiar warmth enveloping him. He even welcomes it. The silence returns, the heartbeat no longer right in his ear. It feels a little sad without the sound for a moment, but the loneliness in his senses disperses quickly.

That safe feeling finally reaches him, too. He feels at enough ease to sleep, his eyelids suddenly feeling heavy before he starts to drift off. He can still feel Scar’s chest rising and falling. He’s still breathing, still safe.

There is an acknowledgement. A silent agreement between them. Whatever comes next, even as the last of their kind, can be tackled together. If they don’t make it to the end, or even if they do.. it’s together. He doesn’t have to face it alone.

Suddenly, tomorrow doesn’t feel so dreadful.

And two heartbeats fall into sync. Fresh and steady and lively—just how Grian likes it.

#NEW FIC BESTIE BOOS #scarian #desert duo #double life #this writing is months old now #trafficshipping #<- just for that possible /r interpretation #but can be read as both #p.s. THERE IS NOOO DIALOGUE IN THIS ONE #i'm sorry i wasn't good at dialogue when i wrote this but i was too attached to change it #also that's kinda the whole point anyway so #seasonalwrites

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underthetree845 · 10 months

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I do really need help with formatting because I have absolutely nooo idea what I'm doing with that

arminsumi is another wonderful creator on here! I am obsessed with their writing style and their headcannons on Armin, so I'll definitely look out for any advice they put out about formatting :D

thank you so much for the support you're super kind!

-sunny

Ooh okay! It took me a while to come up with a formatting style that I liked, so here’s a general template: (I hope this is what you mean!)

The Title In Big Text

Chapter One: Chapter Title (if it’s multi chapter) (I love doing chapter names instead of just numbering them)

Previous Chapter Link (I prefer to put this at the bottom, but some people link the previous or next chapter at the top) Chapter Index (link, if it’s multi chapter)

Person 1/Person 2 (the pairing)

Cws: (this means content warnings) I usually put whether Reader is gn or not, anything that could be triggering, specifics people may be looking for, essentially just what you would want to know before getting into a fic

About XXX words

Summary: Spoilers-free summary of the events

- - - I like to put these little things here to mark where the writing begins.

Story story story story story story story story story story story story words. “Make sure to start a new line whenever a new person starts speaking,” person X said. It’s a general formatting thing and makes dialogue easier to understand without keeping tabs on which name was used last. “Yup!” person Y agreed.

When the topic changes, I like to leave a space between lines like this.

When time passes, like a day or a week or even a few hours, I put a little dash like this. I also use this when it changes to show characters at a different location.

Story story story story story story story story story story story story words.

- or - - -

I put more dashes to mark the end of the story!

Link to next chapter (if it’s multi chapter) I prefer to put the link to the next part at the bottom, but it’s whatever you prefer! You could also put a link to the chapter index here. If the next chapter isn’t out yet, I usually leave a “Next chapter coming soon, thank you for reading!” Message.

Then you know, all the appropriate tags at the bottom to make sure your fic is discovered :)

Note: Everyone does things differently, so I encourage playing around with formatting in a way that makes sense for you and helps you run your page better!

I think that’s about it, good luck with your fic! I know it’s going to be amazing <3

P.S. I like arminsumi a lot too, their blog would be good to look at for organization with requests and categories and stuff like that!

#answered #tumblr writers #tumblr authors #tumblr formatting #writer things #writing formatting template #general guide #golden-clouds

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tachinanabananase · 7 years

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“Is this your first kiss? I’ve never seen anyone so shy.”

Send me a Spin the Bottle Prompt

Haru gasped out a relieved sigh, concealed behind the sleeve of his shirt so no one would notice. After eight spins in a row, it was a God given miracle that the glass bottle in the middle of the circle hadn’t landed on him yet.

However, it didn’t make him very happy to see the tip of it pointed right at Makoto either.

“Nooo, not Mako-chan! I don’t want a kiss from mom!” Nagisa squealed with mock disgust, crossing his arms in a pout.

“What’s wrong with kissing Makoto?” Rin groaned, exasperated. “You make up excuses every time not to kiss anyone but Rei!”

Naturally, the bespectacled teen in question groaned equally as loud, ”Nagisa-kun, it’s true.”

From next to Rin, Sousuke folded his arms over his broad chest, nodding his agreement. “Yeah. Doesn’t really make sense why we’re playing this stupid game if the guy who started it wont play by his own rules.”

Haru had to agree with him on that. Not only did the idea of kissing most of his friends entirely weird him out, but just kissing in general sounded more intimidating to him than any competition he’d ever swam in before. If there was anyone who he’d maybe feel comfortable doing that sort of thing with, it would be Makoto. But that’s because it’s Makoto. Makoto was his rock, the person who always knew exactly what to do in a situation like this to make Haru feel safe, to be his support.

Except for when Makoto looked just about as nervous as himself. If not a little more.

“Ah, i-it’s okay. If Nagisa doesn’t want to-”

“Great!” The blonde shouted over the rest of Makoto’s plea. “Then it’s Mako-chan’s spin! Just pretend like I kissed him,” he settled back into his spot, but not before shooting Rei an unsubtle wink.

Ever the good sport, Makoto reached for the bottle with a meek smile. “I guess it was bound to be my turn at some point,” he conceded. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the bottle spinning. Haru sucked in another anxious breath, as he had done for the last eight turns as well, and watched with knots mingling with butterflies in his stomach as the tip slowed to a stop, and he was staring into the hallow opening of an empty sake bottle.

“Ooooo Haru-chan!! It finally got you!”

The raven cringed at Nagisa’s thrilled shrieks, although he couldn’t quite seem to tear his gaze away from the curious emerald stare locked onto his from across the circle. His stomach gave another anxious lurch as his eyes followed the trace of Makoto’s tongue wetting his lips.

“Haru, is it okay?”

Of course he asked. How could he think Makoto wouldn’t ask if it was okay? And something told him that it would be, no matter how uncertain he was. Maybe it was the comfort in those green eyes, or maybe it was the quirk of a reassuring smile on Makoto’s lips that sent a warmth sprawling throughout Haru’s gut, but he knew that no matter what, Makoto would take care of him.

“It’s fine,” he murmured, willing away the nervous strain in his voice. It’s just Makoto. He reminded himself. Everything will be okay as long as it’s Makoto.

And suddenly, everything was just Makoto. All Haru could see was his searching stare, his full lips, the flush of pink in his cheeks. He was so close, just inches away and Haru could feel his breath mingling in his own. Out of habit his gaze shot to the floor, caught off guard by the intensity of their closeness, searching for something, anything that would maybe make breathing a little easier right now.

“Haru?” Makoto’s sweet voice was right at his ear, sending an abrupt shiver down his spine. “Is this your first kiss? I’ve never seen anyone so shy.”

The raven nodded weakly, embarrassment flooding his face red.

“It’s okay, it’s mine too,” Makoto smiled, a comforting hand reaching to cup Haru’s hot cheeks. “I’ll try not to make it too terrible, alright?”

Haru swallowed thickly before murmuring his wavering reply. “Do whatever you want.

A calloused thumb swept reverently over the apple of his cheek, a sign of appreciation from Makoto. He knew the value of Haru’s trust and was always grateful to have it, especially for moments like this where neither one of them had a clue what was going to happen next.

Haru watched as dark lashes fell along with Makoto’s gaze, which landed heavily on the pout of Haru’s lips. A second hand cradled the back of his head, urging him closer, and Haru obeyed gracefully despite the way his entire body shook with anticipation.

“Ready?” Makoto murmured lowly, little more than a hair’s width away now.

Haru nodded again. This time, with certainty.

Warm and tender lips met his in a timid kiss that made the raven shudder, his eyes falling shut, and it took every ounce of self-control in Haru’s body not to reach for Makoto’s face and press for more. It wasn’t fireworks and lights per se, but it was still good, enough to make the nervous knot in his stomach jolt with a sense of oncoming pleasure. Makoto parted his lips as he angled his head into a second kiss, inhaling the gasp from Haru’s lungs as he dove in for more with a content sigh. Following his lead, Haru opened his mouth and reveled in the heat that flooded his entire body as Makoto’s once shy kiss grew more confident and sultry with each passing second, humming his own contentment as well.

Until the hot lips on his were suddenly yanked away, that is.

Haru’s eyes fluttered open only to be met first with Makoto’s red-faced, apologetic smile. Then he caught sight of Rin’s scowl, along with the hand that gripped Makoto’s shoulder, and put together what had happened.

“Alright lovebirds, if you’re going to get sappy like that then take it to the bedroom,” Rin reprimanded, dragging Makoto back over to his spot across the circle. Haru’s own fingers came up to his lips, touching them as if he’d never realized they were there before. His sapphire gaze found Makoto’s again, but the brunet seemed to be in the same kind of enamored shock as he stared right back with an unfamiliar fire in his eyes. “I don’t want the image of Makoto tonguing Haru to be burned into my memory for the rest of my life, thank you,” Rin plopped back down into his own spot with an unnecessarily loud huff of annoyance, shooting a look at Haru. “Your turn, dolphin boy.”

And for the first time that night, as Haru reached for the glass bottle to give it a sharp spin, a little part inside of him hopped that it would point right back at the green-eyed man who had just given him the best first kiss he could have ever hoped for.

P.s. Later that night Makoto and Haru snuck up to Haru’s room while everyone was alseep and tested out all the other really cool things mouths can do with each other feat. this little bit of dialogue:

“I’m glad you were my first, Haru.” *kissy kiss smooch*

“Me too, Makoto.” *kissy kiss smooch With Tongue™*

#drabble #savageorcacaptain #asks #makoharu #fanfiction #my fanfiction #Spin the Bottle drabbles

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