#Parrot is just snorting redstone at this point

[kiquebi]

Farlands destruction scenario with some personal indulgence… Wifies self implosion..

TW: gore???, death

1012 words

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Wifies’ hand is cold.

It’s always been cold, even when they traversed the scorching depths of the nether. So it’s no surprise that it’s freezing as Parrot reaches for it now. Wifies is sitting against a fallen wall, legs outstretched, and Parrot kneels to clasp his hand in his. There’s no visible reaction from Wifies, no tightening of his hold, no fingers tangling around his, but Parrot understands. He fucked up, he sees it now.

The sky overhead is a deepening burnt orange, littered with broken planes of invisible players long gone. The air is suffocating, tingled with red and smelling of tnt that had rained destruction upon the land he so desperately tried to protect. It glows in the approaching night, gleaming crimson from the carnage. The farlands are gone, reduced to rumble from the long battle. A battle that Parrot had lost. A war he could not shoulder despite all his words and promises. The once buzzing civilization was now a quiet symphony of crackling flames and crumbling stones. It’s just the two of them now, just Parrot and Wifies. He feels his heartbeat go faster and faster, erratic in his regret, and there’s a ringing in his ears. Parrot takes in a large breath. His heart doesn’t steady and the ringing only gets louder. The dust in the air burns in his lungs as he exhales, but he pushes down his urge to cough and lowers his head to rest on the hand he’s holding onto.

It feels cool against his skin and comforting in all the ways he doesn’t deserve. Parrot lifts his head so it hovers over Wifies hand instead, tracing circles on his knuckles all the while. “You were right, Wifies. I was being reckless, I wasn’t thinking,” his throat burns as he rasps out word by word. There’s no response from Wifies, but Parrot doesn’t dare to look him in the eyes, not if he wants to finish everything he wants to say. It’s shameful to be unable to meet Wifies’ eyes, cowardly even, but this is all Parrot could muster at the moment. He has to apologize to him, Wifies deserves a complete apology at the very least.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I’m sorry I ignored you. You just wanted me to be safe. I was-,” he gasps for some much-needed air, and in a quieter voice he whispers, “I was being selfish. I wasn’t being considerate of your feelings. I’m sorry, Wifies. I’m really sorry”. Parrot can feel the beating of his heart at the back of his throat and he takes in yet another breath of air. His heartbeat slows down to a thrum and he swallows.

He opens his eyes- when had he closed them?, and he finds that he’s been gripping Wifies’ hand too hard. Parrot quickly loosens his grip and mutters out yet another apology. He begins gently running his thumbs over the light indents, brushing away the dust he’d left on Wifies’ hand. The dust on their hands feels gritty and the grains stubbornly cling to his joints and refuse to go no matter how he tries to wipe them away. The red dusty air coils around them like a noose, bringing with it the night chill. Wifies still hasn’t uttered a word, but Parrot is alright with that. He doesn’t deserve Wifies’ forgiveness. Not with a measly apology, not with all he’s made him give up ever since the moment he stepped foot on this server. He has to be alright with that. Wasn’t this exactly what Wifies had done? Parrot can handle groveling, he’s got the kneeling part down already.

But his selfish heart yearns and yearns. The hand in his grip may be cold but Parrot knows that Wifies’ pulsing chest is warm, he’s spent enough time huddled close to it that he can imagine the steady hum of his heart and the affectionate cradle of his arms. His eyes shouldn’t water at the lack of response he’s getting. He should be happy that he’s able to hold Wifies’ hand at all, with redstone staining his hands akin to blood. He’ll gorge out his beating heart and serve it to Wifies on a platter if it means he could nestle into Wifies’ warmth again. The biting wind gathers more and more dust and with every ragged breath, Parrot takes in more and more of it. The chill permeates his bones and surely Wifies feels it too. Jagged rocks dig into his knees as he decides to slowly shuffle closer.

Wifies doesn’t protest so Parrot presses closer still, almost straddling his thighs. He closes the distance between them, gingerly setting his head on Wifies’ shoulder and wrapping his arms around him. Immediately, Parrot pulls himself back, his movements frantic as he realises: Wifies is cold. His hands, his sides, his face, they’re all freezing to the touch. He’s never felt this cold before. Parrot finally allows himself to trail his eyes over Wifies, and oh, he sees the problem now.

Wifies’ sweater is torn, the yin-yang pattern on it stained by grainy redstone. Glowing red dust seeps out of the gaping hole in the front of Wifies’ sweater, its color gradually dimming to a dull maroon. The surrounding dust in the air flickers and its glow dies out, welcoming the descent of night. Parrot notes to himself that he should ask Wifies for his sweater tomorrow. He’ll stitch right back it up and Wifies will never have to be cold again. Maybe he’ll make a pair of gloves for him along with it as well for his hands. Parrot takes in another breath, redstone penetrating deep into his lungs and he settles back down on Wifies’ shoulder. He shifts so that his body blocks out most of the night winds and wraps himself around Wifies once again. The mobs have come out, lured in by sparse dying flames, gleaming beacons on a starless night. Tonight, in the rumbles of a once beautiful civilization, Parrot promises himself to keep Wifies safe for a change.

[redorich]

hey red i was wondering about Tubbo now and how much he suspects ppl, bc truthfully Tubbo is a smart kid, and he definitely knows something is up if his best friend, one of the loudest people he knows, protests about giving him any clue or information about the village bellow the surface. Sooner or later bits and pieces of information should connect, and Tubbo has always been a rule breaker.

"So, uh. The elevator's going up..." Ranboo says hesitantly.

Tubbo's keen eyes track the slow ascent of the elevator up from the depths of the Hermit canyon. "Whatever's in there, it's dangerous."

Ranboo shuffles back and forth, debating whether or not he should tell Tubbo what he saw all that time ago. The creeper-man with the gleaming steel face and red eye, the dog-man who swore to hold his tongue, the gigantic cavern of the Hermits' shopping district.

"Yeah, of course it's dangerous," Ranboo says, "but do we know for sure that it's angry? Maybe it's friendly?"

Tubbo snorts, not taking his eyes off the machine. "Since when are you optimistic?"

Ranboo sweats. "I dunno, I just--"

"Sorry," Tubbo interjects, forcibly untensing his shoulders. "I didn't mean to snap. I'm just... worried, is all. Remember the time Tommy went down there? He was there for days, and came out insisting that the Hermit isn't real. Something happened to him down there, I'm sure of it."

The elevator stops and the doors open. A tall, dark figure steps out, and Tubbo and Ranboo both reach for their weapons. The tall person(?) immediately trips on the edge of the door, pinwheeling their arms wildly to avoid falling on their face. The person, who appears to be a man now that the two teens can see him better, looks up at them and waves his hand.

Ranboo lets go of his weapon, and Tubbo hesitantly waves back. The moustached man waves more eagerly, like a golden retriever whose tail wags at the sight of a friendly human.

"Hello!" The man says, half-shouting to compensate for the distance. "My name's Mumbo, it's nice to meet you!"

"Tubbo," he introduces himself, then points at his partner. "Ranboo."

Mumbo trots closer on lanky legs almost as tall as Ranboo's, dusting a bit of redstone off his shoulder. "I'm new here," he says, "well, not new new, but I've not left the canyon much. Where's a good jungle when you need one, eh? I promised Iskall a parrot and I don't think he'll let me get away with a chicken twice."

Tubbo mumbles out some coordinates, and Mumbo thanks him with a pep in his step and a whistling tune, going on his merry way. He is headed in the exact opposite direction of the jungle.

"That just happened," Ranboo says.

"...Yeah, I don't think the Hermit is dangerous--"

Ranboo nods rapidly. "Yeah, the Hermit probably isn't dangerous--"

"Nice guy, really," Tubbo assents.

[give-grian-rights]

Bets Against The Void Ch4

I DID AS I SAID I WOULD.

@petrichormeraki

Chapter 1

The Chapter Before

The Next Chapter

Crossposted on AO3

Full fic bellow! content warning for trauma, relating to  the Festival.

By the time they had managed to leave Looky Looky at My Cookie, being around the two teens felt like a hurricane. When Stress managed to convince the two to get something to eat- not that cookies and cake were exactly a healthy breakfast- that certainly hadn’t slowed them down from bouncing off the walls.

Though wary at first, Tommy couldn’t get himself to turn down free goods, without even being accused of stealing. While Grian had been digging through an enderchest, finding payment for the goods, Tommy and pulled Tubbo along to gawk at the builds.

“I don’t fucking get it! Why don’t you guys just, steal shit? I don’t see anyone here to stop that! Or- what’s stopping someone from griefing?” Tommy turned, eyes narrowed on the short brunette woman.

Stress merely tilted her head, brows knitted together in confusion. “We’re a whitelist server, Love! Of course none of us would steal. We’re on a mooshroom island, so we don’t have any worries about any creepers or the like, either.” She had explained, much to the boy’s frustration.

“Yeah, but if someone wanted to, they could just fuckin’ come here and steal! I mean, why would anyone care? Or how would you even notice, you all seem loaded.” He scoffed in frustration.

Tubbo, at his side, laughed. “That’s the coolest part, Tommy! They don’t worry about that! That’s why, like, they’re so cool! No one disrupts eachother or steals, so people can just..Work, and do crazy shit!” They gawked, clapping their hands as they bounced in place.

“I’ve always meant to go back and explore one of the replica worlds you guys put out. The fact that after you’re all finished, you just- put out the code? So others can make replicas of just- such intimate places? And experience it and walk through it? That’s so cool.” Tubbo finally stopped, having nearly ran out of breath.

That earned a flustered laugh out of Stress, nodding along. “Oh, I agree. I only got to join the Hermits two worlds back, on Hermitcraft Five! Me and Zedaph- oh, is he a something- were the new Hermits up until Grian finally joined us, last world.” 

“New Hermit is definitely a heavy torch to carry,” Grian would chirp in, emerging from the shop. “Gotta commit as much chaos as physically possible. Make a good name for yourself.” The brit finished with a wolfish grin, unruly bangs falling past grey, almost purple eyes that glanced between the teens.

“He’s got a point,” Stress snorted, nodding. “If you’re ever bored during your stay, no Hermit are short on stories. Anywho, Grian, you got the spending diamonds for the two?” She turned towards the man- not even a hair taller than herself.

“Yep, of course. Here you two go, I don’t have all my diamonds on me, but this should help cover just about whatever you need.” Pulling out the diamond icon from his tablet, he dropped a numbered amount to both, being deposited into their system. “W- what!” Tubbo exclaimed, pulling out a diamond from their system. “Surely not. Is my tablet reading this right? A stack of diamonds?” They gawked, clutching onto the jewel.

Tommy merely screeched, pressing his tablet against his chest. “Holy fucking SHIT-”

“Jeez does this feel like a language moment-” another voice chimed.

The boy went rigid. Tommy’s head snapping in the direction, as Tubbo nearly jumped out of their skin in surprise. Stood by an igloo- out of place in the clashing mycelium-grass island- was an equally odd man.

Platinum white hair held back(mostly) by a well-worn black headband, a silver plate on the front reading off NHO. A faded, dull green- littered with patches, pins, and buttons- and most unnerving, a black mask covering most of their face. And- most notably- was the pair of slick, glistening snowy owl wings sprawled behind them.

The white-haired figure paused, shifting their weight awkwardly. “Uh, hi.” The guy gave a small wave, expression unreadable past mismatched black-and-red eyes. The man’s hair barely even allowed for those to be viewable- aiding in his masquerade, made the combination of mask-and-bangs shield most of the visible emotion from the newcomers.

“Hey, Etho!” Grian chirped, pleasantly pleased by the appearance of the shady figure. For some reason that Tommy, yet again, doesn’t quite understand, Tubbo gasps.

“Holy- you’re Etho? Like, Ethos Lab?  Oh, oh Void, I spent so much time watching so many of your old redstone videos! It’s what got me so interested in it!” They grinned. 

Oh Prime, who doesn’t this place have? Tommy scoffed at the thought, eyes narrowing on the figure. What’s with the scary mask people always being the ones getting popular, and shit- 

“Oh, thanks. Always happy to hear, there’s always a use for more redstone users. Uh, looks like you got a bit of a tour going on?” The man- Etho, turned towards Grian and Stress. 

“Yep! We wanted to check in on them, I know you heard from the announcement the run down.” Stress grinned, glancing towards the teens. “These two are Tommy and Tubbo. Glad to see you have some idea about Etho, already. He’s always bound to be around somewhere.” 

Tommy scoffed, eyeing the man, a few inches shy of his own height. “Hi, and shit.” He sniffed, crossing his arms.

Etho shuffled in place, nodding. “Uh, yeah. Language, by the way.” He sheepishly huffed, running a hand through his hair. “Welcome, for however long you guys stay. ..And if I may recommend, make sure you head down to Shade-E E’s. Quick profits all around.” He added, pointing with his thumb behind him, towards the dark mansion.

The blond kid raised a brow, tilting his head.  Prime, what is up with this guy.  “Excuse me?” Tommy scoffed.

Grian groaned, rolling his eyes. “Etho. Please. The amount of glass i’ve picked up coming out of the District portal.” He glared pointedly towards the man.

“Mhmm..I don’t see what there is to be so upset over. I think I'm providing a very generous service, to our server.” He snickered, quirking an eyebrow.

Pointedly sending a scolding glare towards Etho, Stress turned towards the two teens. “C’mon, now. Mind that Mr. Ice Queen, now.” She huffed, fondness seeping into her voice.

“I know when I’m unwanted,” Etho chuckled, holding up gloved hands in mock-defense. See you two ‘round. You too, Tubbo, Tommy.” He’d nod towards each person as he named them, before a rocket was summoned to his hand. And, he was off with a trail of smoke.

At the poof and small bang from the minor explosive was all it took for an incident to form. Tubbo cringed, visibly flinching before they curled in on themself, ducking their head down as their arms clung around their head, their ears covered.

Tommy, on the otherhand, nearly jumped a foot in the air before throwing himself on Tubbo.  The two went tumbling to the ground with a huff. 

The two Hermits shot up, turning towards the teens. “Oh Gord, hey, it’s okay, those were just flight duration rockets! They can’t do a thing. Etho’s gone, now.” Grian dropped down next to them, brows pinched in concern. 

“We promise, it’s alright! We all use rockets like that. It’s alright, see? Everything’s fine. No hermit would do a thing to purposefully scare you, like that.” Stress chirped in, her heart sinking at the thought of two kids being so terrified at a simple firework.

Tommy pulled his head away from the crook of Tubbo’s neck, glaring harshly at the adults. Distrust was obvious in his blue eyes, before he untangled himself, pulling up Tubbo with him. “Why the fuck would he need fireworks? He had fucking wings.”

The Hermits exchanged a gaze for a moment, before Grian held up his hands pacifyingly. “That was just an elytra. They take the form most fitting for the wearer, at the moment. Stress marked him the Ice Queen of the season, since he owns that Ice shop,” He’d point with his thumb behind him, at a snowy igloo with an Ice sign above it. “So, he had snow-themed wings. Last world, my Elytra wings were small and white feathers. Rockets boost them, since Elytras can only glide.” Grian explained patiently.

“..Right. Sorry- I- Uh. I didn’t realize he had an Elytra.. S-Should’ve expected the rocket, if I knew.” Tubbo sheepishly laughed it off, their head dipped down.

The correlation between the splattered, sparked burn scars scattered across their face, and their reaction, wasn’t lost on the Hermits. 

There was a brief silence between the four, the blond boy’s arm wrapped tightly around the other teen’s.

“So- what are your wings, now?” Tubbo eventually asked, breaking the tense pause.

Grian made a noise of understanding. “Ah, yeah, I have parrots wings, now! Scarlet Macaw. Red’s the primary color. They’re a good bit bigger than last season’s elytra, since that one was chicken based.”

“Chicken based?” Tommy scoffed, cocking an eyebrow as he eyed the short, young-looking man.

“Yes, that was his whole thing. The Hermits still tease him for it. Mine are floral-based and skeletal, when I wear them.” Stress chirped, her tone warm. With a swipe of her holographic tablet, wings were equipped to her back. 

Indeed, they were as described. A frame of skeletal bones, a light, magenta glistening aura surrounding them. Moss, and large flowers clung to the wings. How exactly she flew with them was beyond anything Tommy knew- or was willing to take the time to understand.

“We won’t be using them, since- you two don’t have any. But it is about time we discuss what your plans are. Has your server’s admin sent any updates?” Grian switched subjects, glancing between the teens.

A tense energy still surrounded them, as Tubbo fidgetted and gripped onto the fabric at the bottom of their shirt.

“No,” Tommy scoffed, pulling his Communicator into his free hand. “The bastard hasn’t said a word.” The boy practically growled out the words, in frustration. 

“Alright,” Grian said easily. “Then we figure out what you two want to do.”

“There’s a lot of spare builds. Keralis, real close to here, has a whole big city. There’s a hotel there. It’s not empty, but it is.. Overwhelming, and a bit much. There are also Hermits starter bases.” Stress explained, trying to lay out the options for the two.

Tommy scowled, while Tubbo looked- well, spaced. Easily the quietest either Hermit had seen them, so far. This only added to their concern.

“I have my starter base. No Hermit would bother you, but it’s close enough that we can drop off supplies, and you’d be able to reach others if you need help. Both of you could have anything I left in those chests, Gord knows I have more than enough resources.” Grian offered, glancing between the teens.

“The spawn room was fine, Mr. Grian.” Tubbo cringed, tilting their head towards the builder.

Grian persisted, gently shaking his head. “No, it isn’t. There isn’t the supplies to really just- let you guys sustain, there.” He grimaced, before manifesting the spruce boat icon into his hand. “Hobbit hole with everything in it going to you two, or empty hotel room with no elevator.” He’d offer.

The pair were quiet for a moment, before Tommy groaned. “Fine. Hermithole, or whatever.” 

Nodding along, Grian trailed off towards shore. “Alright, we have a short journey ahead of us, then. And then you two can decide if you want to settle there and make do with what’s stored, or come back on your own accord for more. I won’t make either of you stick around for much longer.”

“Good.” Tommy grumbled, pulling back out his own boat.

Both groups were soon in their boats, and once more, were off into the ocean.

[melon-wing]

Hermitcraft Challenges (Mumbo x Iskall)

Iskall stared at the coordinated Mumbo had send him in confusion. It wasn’t the location of Mumbo’s base, that much he knew. They had exchanged coordinates before even putting down the first blocks of their bases. Iskall was glad they had accidentally settled in the same area. Visiting his boyfriend would have been freaking hard without the help of an Elytra otherwise. And sure, they sometimes prepared surprise dates for each other, but just sending coordinates?

Iskall sighed and hit a button the side of his mechanical eye. His current coordinates appeared in the corner of his vision. Well at least the spot Mumbo had picked wasn’t far away.

<Iskall85> I’ll be there in a few minutes, Honey bee

He typed his message before turning back to his starter base. He had still so much to do... Well he’d return to work later. Better not keep Mumbo waiting. If he got too impatient he sometimes did the most ridiculous things or keep himself busy by building some crazy machines. He just needed to put away all the building blocks, maybe freshen up a little.

Mumbo never cared if Iskall was sweaty and dusty from building, but Iskall himself felt weird if he stood next to Mumbo in his prim and proper suit like that. How Mumbo managed to stay so clean and only have slightly stained hands from all the redstone work would always be a mystery.

It only took a few minutes for him to get ready and change into a fresh set of clothes. Mumbo had already sent him the coordinates two more times, without any more explanation of course. While he loved his boyfriend’s weird side, sometimes it was really annoying… Still endearing though, very endearing. And a little mystery sometimes made things more exciting.

Grumbling a little about their current state of infrastructure, Iskall fought his way through the thicket of the jungle. They needed roads as soon as possible. Preferably a direct road between his and Mumbo’s base. One not overgrown by vines.

He pushed away one more bush and entered the area the coordinates had pointed him too.In the middle was a building that must have been build by Mumbo. This was… Not really what he had expected. He had barely stepped up to it to take a look, when Mumbo came running around the corner, grinning like a madman.

“Iskall! Finally! Took you long enough.”

“Yeah… Love you too, Honey bee.”

Mumbo faltered, as if he really had just forgotten greeting him first, grabbed both of his cheeks and almost smashed their mouths together. Well… Whatever made Mumbo so excited, he could get used to his boyfriend’s more aggressive side. They parted a little out of breath, but Mumbo left him no time to calm down.

“Come on, come on”, he pulled Iskall into this strange build. He had to admit it looked really nice. He never got why Mumbo didn’t consider himself a good builder. It fit right into the jungle as if it had been there forever. “So I have a small thing to ask of you if you wouldn’t mind. Just come over here. Ring the bell. Hurry!”

Iskall followed Mumbo and looked at the bell a little uncertain. There was still a little paranoia left in him from their game of Demise that made him hesitate. “Is it even safe?”

Mumbo looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. Okay, that was not suspicious at all. There was something going on.

Mumbo still smiled and rang the bell to show it was safe.

“Well I’ll believe you, but only because I love you too much for your own good…”

Mumbo practically glowed at those words and right after the sound of the bell he pushed Iskall towards a chest that contained some Flint and Steel as well as some cookies. “Light the wood and then eat the sacred cookie!”

Mumbo fumbled around a little as he got the stuff out of the chest and did the things he had just ordered Iskall to do.

Iskall sighed but still picked it up. “This feels like an initiation into a cult.. Another one. I thought we left that behind last season.”

“Just do it. Don’t worry. Hurry up.”

Iskall cast a fond look at Mumbo’s excitement and lit the wood on fire before eating the cookie. It tasted amazing. Mumbo must have had help then. His boyfriend couldn’t cook or bake if his life depended on it. Going by how amazing they were he guessed Scar was the one who donated those sacrilegious cookies.

Mumbo was almost staring at him, watching his every movement like a hawk. Iskall still wasn’t sure what was happening right now, but he’d just go along with whatever happened. Once he had finished his cookie, Mumbo crossed the short distance between them. His manic grin made way for a fond smile. “You will never change, right? Always a messy eater...”, Mumbo whispered as he gently brushed his fingers over Iskall’s lip to get rid of the remaining crumbs. Iskall shuddered, took Mumbo’s hand and pressed a gentle kiss to it. “What now?”

As if he had flicked a lever, Mumbo was back to the craziness. “Hermitcraft Challenges!”

“Wait what now?”

“You’re in! You’re in. You lit the fire, you ate the cookie!”

Iskall had rarely been so confused in his life. What the hell was going on in his boyfriend’s mind? Had he hit his head to hard? Had he respawned a little jumbled?

“Honey bee… Mumbo, what the heck are you talking about.”

“I want you to write down some challenges, put them in a dispenser and we each have to do one of them.”

Well as confusing as this was, it sounded like fun and when Mumbo was this excited there was no point in denying him. Maybe a little game was needed to get him to relax after all the work he did on his base.

“Alright… I think I get it. Just write down some fun tasks.” Iskall took out some paper and began writing. He wasn’t sure what to put down. He after all hadn’t been able to think it over for a while like Mumbo apparently had. He had to admit his tasks weren’t very creative, but oh well, it was just to have a little fun. He put the challenges in a Dispenser just as Mumbo did.

“So you wanna go first or do we go at the same time?”

Instead of answering Mumbo hit the button on his Dispenser, catching the paper effortlessly mid air and looking at it. He gave a little laugh and glanced at Iskall. “Tame a parrot? Really? We live in a jungle. Not much of a challenge. Give me a minute and I’m done with that.”

Iskall shrugged. He hadn’t really been that creative, he knew, but he wanted Mumbo to have some company to care for. He knew how Mumbo got with big projects. If he had to remember to feed the pet he almost always remembered to feed himself. He had kind of hoped Mumbo would get that challenge out of the three.

“So do I get the paper now?”

Mumbo nodded hastily, his eyes almost boring holes into Iskall.

Damn, why did that make him so freaking nervous?

Iskall turned around and pressed the button. Nothing came out and he grumbled a bit. Behind him he heard rustling of fabric, but didn’t pay it much attention. He needed no help to push a stupid button. After he had pressed it about four more times a paper finally flew out, landing right in his face. He picked the note, sighed and read it aloud.

“Iskall, will you marry me…”

Iskall only realised what the note said once the words left his mouth. His eyes widened and his breath hitched. He read the note again, and again as if to make sure his brain wasn’t playing tricks.

“M-Mumbo…?” Slowly, hesitantly he turned around and lowered his gaze to Mumbo, who was down on bended knee right before him, a small box in his hand that contained a simple silver band. His cheeks were deep red and he was looking almost adorably nervous.

“Say something, babe”, he finally whispered after Iskall had been starring open mouthed at him for a good minute.

“Did you really make up this whole charade just to propose?”

Mumbo shrugged and smiled slyly. “Well it is hard to surprise you without any effort.” He cleared his throat and looked up at him, eyes filled with love and adoration. “So what do you say Iskall, will you marry me?”

“You are crazy.”

“Crazy good or Crazy bad?”

Iskall snorted in amusement and shook his head. “You are always the best, even when you go crazy.”

“So…? This is not really a comfortable position, babe.”

Iskall laughed and then nodded. “Do I want to spend the rest of my days with a crazy spoon? What a stupid question. Of course I do.”

Mumbo’s eyes sparkled and Iskall was pretty sure he saw the beginning of tears there. Mumbo’s hands were shaking a little as he took the ring out of the box, he took Iskall’s hand and gently slid it over his finger, before pressing a soft kiss to it.

Iskall grinned, grabbed Mumbo and pulled him up. They both looked at each other, nothing but love and passion in their eyes. And as their lips met, Iskall couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment than this.