Y/N POV:

-Duke Scar, I understand that you are not the best friend with your brother, but he- King Mufasas royal advisor, Zazu, keeps blabbering about how Scars brother is having a child and Scar is expected to attend the feast that is planned for the baby's arrival.

-Ugh Zazu, you know what my brother thinks of me and my ways of life, Scar answers after Zazu finished talking. What Scar meant was me. I was his royal advisor/boyfriend, although he had never admitted it out loud to anyone else. Well except for his maniac head of guard, the triplets; Shenzi, Banzai and Ed. He had told his family that he was gay though, but they weren't the most understanding.

-Now listen here Scar, wether you turn up alone or with a partner, Mufasa would still be delighted to see you again. It's been well over 3 years after all, Zazu says. I can hear Scar scoff and standing up.

-You can tell Mufasa that I will only show up if he does not make any remarks, or else I will leave with the birthday present, he growls.

-Well better that than not at all, Zazu sighs.

-Excuse me? Scar says.

-Nothing. I will deliver the statement to Mufasa personally, Zazu says.

-I sure hope so, Scar says and I hear a door close. I then hear Scar sighing and I smell the stench of a cigar lighting up.

-Meeting Mufasa doesn't sound too bad, I say as it turns quiet.

-What do you mean by that? Scar asks exhaustedly. I look towards where I hear his voice.

-You've never told anyone about us before, I explain.

-You know very well why. My family isn't big fans of... this, he says and I feel his hands on my back as he walks behind me. I hear him sit down in one of the comfy chairs in the other side of the office like room.

-Well, that was your parents. Maybe Mufasa and his wife is different, I say and carefully find the other chair that is sitting in front of Scars.

-This family doesn't change too much, generation wise, Scar says, and I hear him becoming agitated with my request.

-Sorry, my Duke, I say. I then hear a deep sigh and a soft hand on my knee. A cold bump from Scars family ring carefully moves on my knee.

-It's not you I am mad at. I am sorry for responding that way, he says.

-It's quite alright. I've dealt with worse, I joke and Scar chuckles lightly.

-That you have, he says. My little smile disappears and I frown.

-I would still like to meet your brother. He seems ok. He's been inviting you to every event that he's hosted and you've been saying no ever since the day you asked me to be yours, I say.

-That must count as something. At least he's making an effort, I say.

-Darling, I know that your parents never made an effort for anything, but there is more to my brother than just generosity, Scar says. I sigh.

-Well it's not my call either way, I say. The hand on my knee disappears and I hear Scar standing up again.

I turn my head to his footstep walking past me and a door opening. The only door here was from the office into the common room.

-I have to be alone for a while. Why don't you go ahead and get dinner without me, he says before I hear the door closing again. I sulk into the chair, forgetting my posture for a while.

Why did it need to be so hard being in a relationship with a duke with father issues...

Suddenly I hear a knock and I sit up straight.

-Come in! I yell. The door opens and cautious steps walks towards me.

-Mr. Y/N, food is ready. Is master Scar here with you? one of the butlers ask me.

-No, he had to take in some fresh air, but told me to go ahead, I say and stand up. I reach into my pocket and extend my walking aid so that I can get to the dinner hall without tripping over doorways. Scars mansion was huge so it wasn't so hard to get confused. The butlers here are nice enough to walk close by so that I find the right way.

Later:

I am sitting in my and Scars chambers, reading one of the many Braille books Scars had bought me for our first year anniversary. I then hear the door opening and closing and steps coming towards me. I can tell by the heel like sound that it was Scar. I "look" up from my book and then I feel two hands on my cheeks. One of them had the family ring on it and the other had three thicker ones. I then feel a pair of familiar lips kiss mine.

-Hello, I breathe as he pulls away.

-Hello my love, Scar says and his thumb traces my cheekbone.

-Is there a special reason for this random act of affection? I ask.

-No. I just wanted to kiss you, he says and kisses me again. I feel him squatting down, this way he is the same height as me. He keeps one hand on my face, but the other one travels down my neck to my waist. I immediately put both of my hands on his waist and tilt my head to the right, leaning into him. I softly pull a bit on his dress shirt, as the kiss gets a bit more passionate. I then feel his hand slowly slip my shirt out of the brim of my trousers and up onto my bare skin. He still holds me by my waist but his cold fingers makes me shiver. His hand then moved to my stomach and starts heading towards my chest, but then I pull away and grab his hand.

-Not now Scar... I say. I feel no sign that he should be agitated so I softly let go of his hand. He then puts it back on my waist under the shirt and kisses my cheek.

-You are remarkable, do you know that? He asks. I stay quiet.

-I knew I made the right choice when I first met you, he says. I smile softly.

-I love you too Scar, I say and kiss his forehead, letting my lips linger there for a second.

-So... I have decided that you are coming with me to my brother's feast, he then says. I smile a bit brighter.

-Really? I ask.

-Yes. But not only as my royal advisor... as my boyfriend, he says. I then laugh and throw my arms around him.

-I love you Scar, thank you! I will not embarrass you! I promise.

-I know you won't, Scar puts a hand on my back and hugs back, kissing the side of my neck.

The night of the feast:

Scar guides me out of the carriage, and I hook my arm around his as I have my walking aid in my other hand. In my hand that I have loosely hooked through Scar's, I hold the baby's present. We had found out just a few days before that it was a little baby boy. Scar brought his fancy cane so that I would not stand out too much. I can almost hear him sneering at people as we walk into the big castle and the big ballroom. I chuckle.

-Take it easy Duke, don't want you to scare the baby, I whisper to him and he chuckles- almost laughs at my comment.

We stop in our tracks.

-Duke Scar and mr. Y/N, Scar says to someone.

-Alright Duke Scar. Do you have any weapons with you? The person asks.

-No, Scar answers tiredly.

-Please welcome the kings brother: Duke Scar and his advisor mr. Y/N! The person announces and people applaud.

-Watch the stairs, Scar whispers to me as we slowly walk down the stairs.

As we get down, people start taking our coats.

-Here's the gift for the baby, I say and someone takes it from my hands.

-Thank you, they says. I then hook my arm through Scar's again and we start walking through the crowd.

-Brother! I am so happy that you came, I hear an unfamiliar voice, but who I believe belongs to king Mufasa.

-Hello brother. Feels... good to be here, Scar says.

-Hello Scar, it's been a while, I hear the queens voice.

-It has. I am sorry that I haven't been around lately I have been busy, Scar says.

-My king, and queen, I bow.

-This is mr. Y/N, Scar introduces me and I stand up again.

-Ah, your royal advisor, Mufasa says knowingly.

-I did not know he was blind. You should've told us before hand, we would've had the party outside where there's no stairs, the queen says.

-No it's quite alright, I got my cane and I trust Duke Scar with my life, I smile.

-Also, Y/N is not only my advisor. He is also my partner, Scar says.

-Oh, the queen says.

-Well... It's nice of you to finally bring someone home. I've always been wondering when that would happen, Mufasa says and I can hear him smiling.

-Now come, I want you to meet our son, Simba, he says and we start walking.

-You are taking this surprisingly well, Scar says with suspicion on his mind.

-I saw how hard you took it when you told mother and father. And I knew that if I ever had a son that turned out to be gay... he would become heartbroken. And not only that, I could see how hurt you were and how you locked yourself away, Mufasa says and we stop.

-And I'd never wish that upon you brother, he finishes. Then I hear small gurgles and happy squeals.

-This is Simba, the queen says and I feel Scar letting go of me and the squeals come closer.

-Are you holding him? I ask.

-I am, Scar answers. I slowly being my hand up and feel the baby's peach fuzz head. I smile.

-He sounds adorable, I compliment.

-He is, Scar whispers to me, making me smile even brighter.

As the night comes to and end, the king and queen decides to walk with us to our carriage to go home.

-I have to thank you for coming again brother, it's been so fun to catch up with your life, Mufasa says. Scar has actually only been this happy once since I've met him.

-Likewise brother, Scar says.

-I hope you will come again for his name giving ceremony, queen Sarabi says.

-We definitely will, I answer for Scar, who chuckles.

-I also came to ask you something, Scar says.

-Of course brother, anything, Mufasa says. Scars grip on my arm tightens a bit, which was unusual.

-Come to our wedding, Scar says. I snap my head to him.

-But, Scar we aren't even engaged! I say shocked. Scar let's go of my arm and only grabs my hand.

-Y/N, will you marry me? I ask.

-I-I-I- Scar, I say embarrassed.

-In front of your brother? I ask.

-Better now than never, Scar says and Mufasa and Sarabi chuckles.

-Then yes, I will marry you, I say and a cold ring slips onto my finger.

-And brother, we will definitely come to your wedding ceremony. Maybe it can even be here in the garden, Mufasa says happily. Scar hold my arm through his again and I smile as I fidget with the ring on my finger.

-I was hoping you'd ask that. That has actually been Y/N's dream for the longest time, Scar says.

-It definitely has, I confirm and fidget with the ring some more.

Scar helped me up in our carriage and we are now waving goodbye to the royals as we leave the castle. As we are still waving, I ask Scar:

-You gave me the family heirloom ring, didn't you?

-Maybe.