Notes:
English is not my native language!
Ship: Scar x Grian
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Summary:
Grian spends his days fishing and Scar want to know why. He will stop at nothing to get answers to the many questions he has.
Aka, a Scarian get together story with lots of unnecessary fish related puns.
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"What are you fishing for?"
"GAH."
Grian gasped as he almost dropped the fishing rod in his hands, fixing Scar with a glare before focussing back on the water. "What's it to you?" he huffed. Scar chuckled as he sat down beside the other, feet dangling in the water.
"Maybe I can help?" he suggested with a smile. Grian shook his head. "I'm afraid not," he answered. He did not pay attention to the way Scar looked at him, eyes fixated on the bobber. "How can you be sure?" Scar asked, sounding like he wasn't really interested in the answer," If you don't tell me what it is?"
Grian chuckled. "Nice try, but I know you," he hummed," you just got too curious." Scar shrugged. "I can't help it, I'm curious by nature!" A silence settled on the two of them as one kept staring at the bobber, bobbing away in the water, while the other shot occasional glances at the fisherman. "Soooo... what is it your fishing for?" Silence. "Tropical fish?" A huff.
"Go fish."
Scar laughed loudly. "Don't tell me you're fishing for compliments," he said with a smirk. Grian snorted. Loudly. Scar almost winced as it sounded painful. "Love then?" he tried once more. Grian shot him a look and Scar wiggled his eyebrows. "No then?" Scar asked," Are you sure? Cause I could definitely drown you in compliments if you wanted to."
Grian shook his head with a laugh. "As much as I would enjoy that, I'm trying to concentrate," he answered. A beat of silence. "On what?" "Fishing!" Another beat of silence. "For what?"
"SCAR."
A fit of giggles escaped the taler's lips, making him look a bit like a mad man. It made Grian look at him with a fond expression. "It's none of your business, now scram! You're disturbing the water." Scar stood with a huff ad a puff. "Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully," sounds fishy." He left with the echoes of Grian's laughter following him back to his base.
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A splash of water made him open his eyes in surprise. "What are you doing?"
Scar shot him a blinding smile. "I'm helping you out," he said matter-of-factly. Grian raised an eyebrow as he looked Scar up and down. The taller had pulled out a fishing rod and managed to throw it so that the bobber was bobbing along next to Grian's.
"If we fish together, maybe we'll catch whatever it is you're fishing for faster," Scar explained. Grian let out a sigh, smile on his face. They sat together for a while, occasionally reeling in fish and some trash. "Oh, if we catch some weird looking fish, could we keep it for my Zoo?" Scar asked. "sure we can," Grian said, grabbing a bucket to dump his latest caught Cod in. He watched it swim around in circles for moment. His eyes then shifted towards the man dressed in way too short shorts, hat slightly crooked as he tried to whistle an old fisherman's tune. The small smile stayed on his face as it slowly got dark.
Scar let out a big yawn. He caught Grian's eye, who gave him a small smile in return. "I'm guessing it's time to call it a day," he murmured, not wanting to disturb the quiet atmosphere. He slowly stood, putting his fishing rod away. "Good night Scar," Grian called after him.
"Good night, G. Don't let the fish bite."
A snort loud enough to be heard, but soft enough to not disturb the water and the fish in it).
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The sun was rising, birds were singing and Grian was still fishing.
"What a commitment," Scar muttered, mostly to himself. "I call it being a weirdo," Gem said, slightly freaking Scar out by appearing out of nowhere. "Good morning to you too, Gem," Scar said with a breathless laugh," What brings you here on this fine day?"
"Oh you know, came to borrow some stuff," she answered with a shrug. Scar shook his head, smiling none the less. "Help yourself." Gem let out a happy noise and bounced over to the train, heading straight for his storage room.
Scar's eyes were drawn back towards the water, towards red sweaters and fishing rods. A thought popped up in his head and he left to gather his things. He would join Grian later that day, a picnic basket in hand.
"Come to help again?" Grian asked with a smile. "Nah, I left the rod where I found it last time," Scar said while sitting down, placing the basket in between the two. "You mean you put it back in the barrel you took it from?" Grian said, eyebrow raised. Scar simply chuckled.
"Care for a bite?" he asked as he opened the basket. "I'd rather have the fish do that," Grian muttered. Scar hummed as he took out a sandwich. As he took a bite, there was a rumbling noise beside him. Both pair of eyes focused on Grian's belly. Then their eyes met as they both laughed out loud. "Maybe I could go for some food," Grian admitted, cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment. "Gotcha." Scar handed him a sandwich and they ate in silence.
"So, how's the fish?" Scar started up conversation. Grian took another bite, calmly chewing on it before swallowing. "The ones in the water or the one the tuna in my sandwich?" scar barked out a laugh. "You know what I mean!" Grian huffed as he shot Scar a look. "Hey, no reason to get snappy with me!" Grian raised an eyebrow in question. "You know... like a Red Snapper?"
Before Grian could comment on the bad joke, a tug on the rod caught his attention. He quickly reeled it in. "Oh great... a boot." Scar took another bite as he watched Grian throw the old boot away. "Not what you were looking for?" Grian huffed as he sat back down.
He looked from Scar to the water, sighed, then looked back at Scar. "What if I told you it isn't fish I'm... well, fishing for?" he asked quietly. Scar hummed. "I'd find it slightly fishy and would assume it's a red herring." Grian shot him an are-you-really-joking-about-this-right-now look, before rolling his eyes. "Tho I do still wonder, what is it your fishing for?" Scar asked, leaning in as if Grian was to tell him his biggest secret. Grian gave him a deadpanned look.
"Seaweed."
"In a river?!"
One they finished eating and Scar felt the need to work on his train intensify, he stood up to leave. As he gathered his things, Grian looked at him. "Well, whatever it is you're fishing for, I hope you find it." He shot Grian one last smile, before turning and walking away. He heard the whispered words filled with melancholy.
"I do too."
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"Boo."
"What the-"
A hand caught the back of his sweater, preventing him from falling into the water. "Now, now, drowning yourself is probably not going to help," Scar said, smile evident in his voice," no need to sleep with the fishes..."
Grian huffed as Scar settled down in his usual spot. That fact alone made a funny feeling rise in both their bellies. Scar's usual spot. Like he's been there all this time, seated beside Grian. "You should've seen your face, you were gaping like a Singing Billy!" Grian shot him a glare. "It's called a Bigmouth Billy Bass, I'll have you know." A snort so loud it actually scared off some of the salmon swimming close by the dock.
Silence.
"Can't you just tell me what it is you're fishing for?"
"A Mending Book."
"Oh wow," Scar said," I did not actually expect you to answer me straight-" a soft snort "- after all this time." Grian laughed. "Now who's looking like a fish out of water, huh?" Scar made an affronted noise, elbowing the other softly. "Why don't you use the villagers, like Doc? Or ask Pearl for one of hers?" An eery silence fell as Grian stared at Scar with big eyes.
"She has multiple?!"
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It was yet another day where two Hermits sat side by side at the edge of the docks. One with a fishing rod in hand, the other enjoying the feeling of sunlight on his face. Although the atmosphere was peaceful and quiet, Scar's curiosity got the better of him.
"So... why fish for Mending?"
Grian shrugged. "Fishing actually helps me relax a little, keeps my thoughts at bay-" "Har har." "-shush up." A sigh. "It helps me clear my head, so I don't...well..." "Drown in your worries?" Scar finished for him. Grian looked a bit troubled. "That easy to tell?" he asked, twiddling with the line in between his fingers. "No," Scar said, placing a hand on the other's shoulder," but I know you and your tendency to do so." A small smile. "You tend to get inside that head of yours and worry worry worry. Like a goldfish who keeps swimming in circles in it's tank."
Grian shrugged. Scar shuffled closer, hoping his presence could easy the other a bit. "But I'm still curious. Why Mending?" he asked. "So I can mend a broken heart." Grian could see the other's expression harden, as well as feel the hand on his shoulder squeeze in a sign of support.
"Who would break your heart?" Scar very nearly hissed. "Why did you immediately assume it was my heart that was broken?" Grian shot back. "Because I don't think you're capable of breaking anyone's heart... on purpose." Grian still stared him down. "And why don't you ask why someone would break my heart?" Scar glared back, defiance on his face.
"Because I couldn't think of a single reason why someone would want to do that."
"Are you sure?"
A beat of silence.
"Absolutely."
"Grian," Scar breathed, expression softening," Why are you so sure they would break your heart?" A sigh. "I'm... actually not sure, at all. And that makes it even more scary." Another sigh, eyes darting down to the water. "they're to kind to do it on purpose anyway," he muttered," they probably wouldn't realise or try to fake it just to not make me hurt. And I don't want that. He'd be a real spoon about it."
"Is it Mumbo?"
Grian couldn't help it. It may be the stress, the endless fishing or scar's general presence. He burst out laughing, having great trouble to get it back under control. "Hey! Hey now-" Scar tried to interrupt the mad giggling to no avail. "this isn't funny, G! I'm very serious!" Grian hiccupped, trying to stifle his laughter.
"It's not Mumbo," he admitted," I do love him. But not quite in the same way." Scar nodded thoughtfully. One could love in many ways after all. "He's not the one you're trying to reel in." Grian shook his head. "Oh well, there's plenty of fish in the sea," Scar mused. "You're not going to try to fish for more information?" Grian asked, slightly surprised. Scar gave him a small smile. "You wouldn't take the bait anyway."
"Touché."
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Days had come and gone. But every day, Scar had sat beside Grian. Every day, he had mulled over spoken words and soft looks. He knew now, what he didn't know then. And he wasn't going to waste any more time.
He rushed to the docks, looking for red. He arrived before Grian, a rare occasion. It was quite a sunny day, so Scar decided to step into the water, letting it cool him down. His eyes curiously followed a group of Cod, swimming nearby. He basked in the peace and quiet, wondering if this was what Gian felt daily, sitting down at the docks, looking out over the water.
A shadow fell over him, spooking him into almost tipping over and falling face first into the water. "Are you threatening to drown yourself if I don't tell you who it is" Grian asked with a grin. Scar laughed freely. For he already knew. He stepped towards the other, engulfing him in a hug.
"No need," he muttered, dragging Grian into the water with him. The other didn't protest, much. Scar snatched the fishing rod from Grian's hands, throwing it as far into the water as he could, much to the other's protest. "What was that for!" Grian shrieked, still in Scar's arms. "Looks like you don't need that Mending book after all, G," Scar said with a big smile," I can assure you."
Grian looked into Scar's eyes, the other looked back. Hands found their way to both sides of Grian's face, holding him as if he was something precious. "Are you sure?" Grian whispered. "Positive." Scar gave him a blinding smile. "Grian, my love, you've already caught me." A smile.
"Hook line and sinker."