MCYT Yuri Week Day Four!
Prompt: Genderbend/Transgendered
Ship: Grian/Scar(GoodTimesWithScar) aka Ariana Griande/HotGal(Guy)
Series: Hermitcraft SMP
Word Count: 1,982
@mcyt-yuri-week
Ariana sighed as she adjusted her ponytail, frowning at her manager with a glare. "I can handle myself, I don't need a bodyguard." She said for at least the tenth time since Cleo told her about the arrangement they'd made for her.
"Sure you don't." Cleo shrugged, reading from their clipboard. "That's what you said last time, and you nearly got pulled off stage into the crowd."
"I got them too excited! I know better this time." Ariana huffed, crossing her arms as embarrassment burned her cheeks at the memory.
"Here! I'm here!" A voice called from the doorway as Ariana looked up to see a woman dressed like some sort of comic book character, long hair braided and resting beside a quiver full of sharp-looking arrows.
"HotGal, glad you could join us." Cleo greeted, shaking the woman's scarred hand.
"Glad to be here, I'm HotGal. Big fan, Miss Griande." She said, addressing Cleo then Ariana as the shorter woman felt her cheeks flush for the second time in the past five minutes.
"Nice to meet you." Ariana forced herself to say, shaking her hand as she forced herself to keep her gaze above the other woman's shoulders. Those arms could crush watermelons.
"Well, I guess I'll be in charge of your safety while you're in Hermitopolis! Nice to have you here, by the way." HotGal said, sourly reminding Ariana why she had been unhappy in the first place.
"Right." She muttered, retracting her hand to cross her arms again.
Awkward silence passed before Cleo broke it to pull HotGal aside with details of Ariana's schedule, all while the popstar glared daggers into her bodyguard's muscular back.
This was going to be a long week.
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Ariana panted slightly as she finished running through her practice setlist, mentally reminding herself to correct her timing so she wouldn't step out too early at the show.
Cheers and applause pulled at her attention, scowling as she noticed her bodyguard sitting in the front row watching her with a grin.
"That was amazing! Best two hours of my life." HotGal said earnestly, standing and jumping to pull herself onto the tall stage one handed.
Show off.
"Thanks." Ariana muttered with a shrug, taking a slow sip from her water bottle to avoid speaking to the other woman as long as she could. "I thought you were supposed to be backstage while I'm performing?"
"Wouldn't it be easier to come to your aid if I'm out here in the crowd?" HotGal asked back.
Ariana just frowned, unable to come up with a good response for that line of logic.
HotGal grinned when Ariana said nothing. "Seriously, you were great! I can't wait to see the show for real, I've always wanted to go to one of your concerts."
Ariana flushed and turned her head to the side at the praise. "You'll have to watch the same set twice in show while I'm here, you know." She reminded.
"I know!" HotGal beamed.
"Won't that get boring?" Ariana asked, confused why her bodyguard seemed unfazed. "You have to watch me rehearse twice before each show, and there's two nights of that. You'll see me sing the same songs six times!"
HotGal seemed to vibrate with excitement. "Isn't that amazing? I get to watch my favorite singer perform six whole times!"
Ariana scoffed and sighed, shaking her head. "You're so weird." She said with a faint smile.
"And you're finally smiling around me." HotGal smirked.
Ariana froze, looking up at the taller woman in surprise. The only person she knew professionally who ever bantered with her was Cleo, and even then they'd known each other for years to form that sort of bond.
This was new. This was different.
Ariana kind of enjoyed it, if she were honest with herself.
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Ariana waved to the audience before the spotlight switched off in time for her to step backstage, where she startled upon nearly running into none other than HotGal.
"You were absolutely incredible!" She cheered, holding up a bouquet of crumpled flowers, many of which were missing petals. HotGal must have just taken notice, because she cursed under her breath and rubbed her neck with a shy grin. "I had to push the crowd back a bit before I could get back here." She explained.
Ariana slowly reached out to take the flowers, one eyebrow raised as she kept her eyes locked on the other woman. "Thank you." She said after a beat of hesitation, finally glancing down as she plucked a petal from a poppy idly.
"You look beautiful." HotGal said through the silence. Ariana's eyes went wide as she looked up at the equally surprised-looking woman. "I mean, like, your makeup is so pretty! And your outfit! I love the bow." She said, gesturing vaguely to the comically large pink bow in the popstar's hair.
Ariana reached back with her free hand to brush her fingers against the glittery fabric and smiled nervously. "Oh, thanks. But you should be thanking my makeup team, they're the ones behind the magic." She said with a dismissive wave of her hand as her friends Gem and Mumbo peeked their heads out from the dressing room to wave.
HotGal waved back with a chuckle before shaking her head. "They're definitely talented, but I think you're what makes it look so good." She said, using her hand to gesture Ariana up and down. "You're just, naturally pretty."
"Oh, you're just saying that." Ariana giggled and rolled her eyes. She'd almost forgotten HotGal was just a fan.
"I mean it!" HotGal defended. "I don't have to see you out of makeup to know you'd still look good." She said before clamping a hand over her mouth, as if her brain had just caught up with her words.
Ariana eyed her for a moment, blush slowly creeping onto both of their cheeks before she looked away in embarrassment.
"Sorry, I made things all weird." HotGal chuckled tensely.
"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm used to it." Ariana shook her head.
HotGal frowned. "Oh, I wasn't-" She paused, shaking her head. "I didn't mean that in like, a fangirl way." She stuffed her hands in her pockets. "I was serious."
Ariana flushed deeper, staring at HotGal with wide eyes. "Oh." She managed.
"Yeah." HotGal responded with the same stunned tone.
Ariana glanced around HotGal to see Cleo trying to wave her over and gratefully took the excuse to leave the conversation, even if it was just as awkward as continuing it.
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Ariana managed to avoid HotGal up until her second and final performance in Hermitopolis, which wasn't an easy feat considering it was literally HotGal's job to be in Ariana's presence at all times.
"Great work out there." HotGal startled the popstar, causing Ariana to nearly choke on her water. She'd just finished her final rehearsal before the show, so she was surprised by how she hadn't seen HotGal coming when she had just been sitting in the front row moments earlier.
"Thanks." Ariana said without looking at her.
"Did I do something?" HotGal asked, the question enough to make Ariana finally look at her fully.
"What? No, of course not." Ariana answered with a shake of her head.
"Then why have you been avoiding me?" HotGal asked, a deep-seated frown on her face, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I haven't-" Ariana stopped herself. She kind of had avoided the other woman. "Because we don't know each other." She said instead, and somehow the truthful statement made her chest ache.
HotGal staggered back half a step, as if the answer had completely taken her by surprise. "Then, what do you want to know about me?" She asked, staring at the singer is if in challenge.
"W- What?" Ariana blinked in confusion.
"You said we don't know each other, so tell me what you want to know about me." HotGal said, crossing her arms.
Ariana stared in disbelief a moment before responding. "What's your name? Your not-HotGal name." She asked slowly.
"It's Scarlett. Scar for short." She answered without skipping a beat.
Ariana blinked. "Scar." She repeated. "It suits you."
"Thanks. My turn?" Scar asked hopefully.
"Fine. What do you want to know? And I don't have to answer if I don't want to." She clarified.
"Deal." Scar tilted her head for a moment, thinking. "Why singing?" She asked, gesturing to the switched-off microphone still hanging limply in the artist's grip.
Ariana held the mic closer, examining it for a moment. "I don't know, it seemed fun at the time. I'm good at it." She said with a shrug.
"You are pretty good." Scar agreed with a smile.
They traded little facts about each other for the next hour, until Ariana had to start her preparations for the show. She went smiling back to her dressing room, in a better mood than she had been in a long time.
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Ariana listened to the roar of the crowd, chanting her name like a mantra. Some held up signs with her name or face, some held pink or red light sticks, many wore red and pink face paint in her honor.
Ariana! Ariana!
One cheer in particular caught her attention more than others, a name she hadn't heard much since her rise to fame.
"Go Grian!" Scar shouted over the noise from the front row, surrounded by confused fans. Grian caught her gaze and winked, setting the crowd off into another screeching round of cheers and applause.
She thanked the crowd with a wave and turned to leave, crashing into Scar just moments after stepping backstage.
"You were so great!" Scar beamed, hand resting on the shorter woman's lower back to keep her from falling after their initial collision.
"Thanks." Grian chuckled, feeling flustered. She placed her hands lightly on Scar's upper chest, intending to push her away only for the bodyguard to pull her a bit closer. She glanced up to meet her eyes through HotGal's tinted sunglasses, her heart skipping a beat at the closeness of the other woman.
"Hard to believe we'll be leaving town tomorrow." Scar said softly.
"Yeah…" Grian mumbled, a hint of sadness in her voice she couldn't cover. Then, she blinked. "Wait, we?" She asked, brows pinching in confusion.
"Yup! Cleo helped me finalize the paperwork before the show. I'm coming with you! Surprise!" Scar grinned.
Grian stared up at Scar in surprise before a grin slowly took over her face as she rushed into the taller woman, throwing her arms around Scar's neck to hug her tightly.
Scar hugged back, chuckling as she picked Grian up with ease to twirl, ignoring the squawk of surprise from the popstar in her arms.
Grian looked down at her bodyguard before Scar tilted her head up to give her a chaste kiss.
Scar tensed, eyes wide as her grip tightened reflexively. "I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean- That was-" She stuttered.
Grian smiled fondly. "Scar?" She interrupted. She waited for Scar to stop talking before craning her neck down to capture the other woman's lips in a lasting, light kiss.
When they separated, they stared at each other for a bit before bursting out into a fit of giggles, cheeks flushed and all smiles.
"Cleo is going to murder us." Grian snickered.
"Us? It'll be me they kill over this." Scar corrected through laughter.
"What is this, exactly?" Grian wondered, still smiling even as nerves crept in.
Scar's laughter quieted, staring at Grian as if lost in thought before she shrugged slightly. "Whatever you want it to be. Public girlfriends, private girlfriends, boss who kisses her employee sometimes, I'm okay with anything if it means we can keep doing this." She responded, the earnest truthfulness of it sending Grian into another fit of giggles.
Grian grinned. "Girlfriends. I like the sound of that." She admitted.
"Me too." Scar agreed, kissing her again.
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