Philophobia
Word Count: 5,271
Warnings: Shipping, inappropriate/crude humor, paranormal activity, suspense/mild horror, descriptive kissing, mild language
Summary: For architecture major and paranormal skeptic Grian, his friendsâ after-hours ghost hunting group was just an excuse to spend time with his crush, Scar, without having to actually ask him out. But one fateful night, he finds there just might be things in this world that are scarier than emotional vulnerability⊠even if only by a very slim margin.
A/N: Did someone ask for a Phasmophobia-inspired Scarian au? Oh yeah, my friend @lunarcrown did! Inspired by the art she made here.
So this is kind of a modern-day college au (not set within the fictional universe of Minecraft), howEVER there are some fantasy aspects in that non-human species (like mob hybrids/monsters) still exist cuz theyâre fun and Iâm not giving anyone a normal modern name cuz thatâs too weird. This is only Phasmophobia-inspired in that GIGS have a ghost-hunting group that functions the same way, but rarely find any conclusive evidence, and donât have unlimited lives cuz they arenât playing a game. With that out of the way, hope yâall enjoy, please reblog/comment if u do! - Aqua
âI think this is gonna be the one, guys,â Impulse says, turning their van into the driveway.
The suspension creaks as they roll over gravel, rattling the frame in a way that hums through Grianâs hollow bones. His arm is cold where it presses against the window; itâs almost sunset and Impulse has yet to get the vanâs heater fixed despite his promises. Stupid demon blood keeping him warm while Grian shivers in the stupid custom pleather jumpsuit that Scar insisted they had made, for their stupid âbrandâ as a stupid ghost-hunting group. Great, his stupid zipperâs come down again- he stubbornly zips it back up because unlike Scar, he doesnât like constantly having his bare chest out on display.
Of course, he hasnât got as much to show off as Scar, who must be getting up at 3 am every morning to work out in order to maintain all that muscle. No wonder Scar prefers to keep his zipper down to his belly button, and doesnât seem to have ever met a shirt that fits him properly.
⊠Not that Grianâs ever paid much attention to that sort of thing.Â
Grian gives an exasperated sigh. âYouâve been saying that about every case weâve had for three years!â
âNo, no, I really mean it!â Impulse insists. âI feel it in my bones.â
âYeah,â Scar agrees, leaning forward so his shoulder brushes against Grianâs, âyou know Impulse bones good!â
The earnest nature of his statement- and the unexpected physical contact- makes Grian flush. âScar!â he shrieks, swatting Scarâs shoulder.
âWhat?â Scar defends. âWhat, he- heâs got big and strong bones, wonderful bonesâŠâ
He acts as if heâs got no idea he said something that could be taken the wrong way. And if it werenât for the upturned corners of his mouth and the barely-restrained laugh in his voice, Grian might actually believe him.