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Mumscarian week day 1 - Home Is Wherever I'm With You

Prompt: Nature & New Beginnings

I – Season 6, Grian and Mumbo:

“Don’t you think it’s beautiful?” Mumbo asked, turning his head to look over at where Grian sat beside him.

Grian hummed, glancing over at Mumbo briefly, then returning his attention to the extraordinary view before them, not catching the way Mumbo quickly looked away from him. “It is, isn’t it?”

The two Hermits rest peacefully in the grass on the island that Mumbo had claimed for his base before the season started. They watched in contentment as the sun dipped below the horizon, ever so slowly.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Mumbo whispers faintly, as if his words were not intended for Grian’s ears. Grian peeked back over at the taller Hermit, surprised to find that he was already watching him with a small smile, so soft it almost hurt.

Hit with a burst of some unnamed emotion, Grian pushed himself up abruptly, startling Mumbo.

“Well!” He chuckled awkwardly, ignoring the look of confusion and what seemed to be a twinge of hurt that the ravenette gave him. “This has been great, Mumbo, but I best be going now.”

“Gri-“ Came the expected attempt at an interruption, though Grian merely brushed it off.

“I’ve got things to do, Mumbo, a starter base to build, projects to start, and pranks to plan! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Grian I- “

But Mumbo didn’t get a chance to say anything before Grian had pushed off from the ground and was flying toward the location of the start of his underwater base.

Mumbo sighed, slumping back against the grass.

Dammit.

II – Season 6, Grian and Scar:

“Y’know, I can’t think of many times we’ve interacted this season. Can you?” Grian frowned, tilting his head in contemplation.

“Not really, maybe one or two. Like that time I grabbed your stuff after you had just drowned.” He grinned, turning to look over at the taller man who gave him a light-hearted glare. “But that doesn’t matter. What matters is how absolutely wonderful mine, Ren and Impulse’s commune looks!”

Scar hummed, looking out over the fields of flowers and trees, all the way over to the three men’s van’s in the distance.

“I have to admit, it does look ahmayzing! Very aesthetically pleasing.” Grian grinned.

“Why thank you!”

“Nothing that you built or terraformed, though.”

“Wha-“ Scar started snickering. “Scar! You do know that I terraformed and built most of it, right?!”

“I know, I know! It was a joke, G-man, I absolutely love what you’ve done with the place.’

“You better.”

The two relax back against the hill they were resting on, both enamoured by the exquisite view that was presented before them. For a brief moment, the air was still, and it seemed as if the wind no longer carried any sound. Breaking the serene silence, Scar spoke up again.

“This view truly is breathtaking, though.” He turned to look at Grian, surprised to find the avian was already watching him. Tilting his head with a soft smile, he continued. “Isn’t it, Grian?”

Grian smirked at him mischievously, when he spoke, his voice was practically a purr. “Not as beautiful as you.”

Scar blinked at him, caught off guard, and felt his face flush with embarrassment. Grian snickered, watching as Scar glanced back at the view then over at Grian. “I… don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that. Thank you?”

Grian burst into laughter, turning away, and covering his mouth to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks. He hadn’t anticipated this reaction from the man who was constantly flirting with others. “You gave me that opening! Did you seriously expect me not to take it?!”

When Grian wasn’t looking, Scar smiled again. His expression was achingly soft as he watched Grian, doubled over in joy.

Void, he was in love with this man.

III – Season 7, Grian and Mumbo:

Grian stared blankly at the sunrise from where he sat in one of the countless towering jungle trees, a little unsure of what to do with himself.

“You okay up there, Gri?” A familiar voice called out from the ground far below him. He startled, leaning forward slightly to peek down at whoever was standing on the ground.

“Oh, hey Mumbo.” The Hermit tilted his head and scrunched up his nose – something that grian could barely see from this distance, staring up at his friend.

“Grian, saying ‘hello’ most definitely does not answer my question.”

“What’s your point?” Grian tilted his head with a small grin.

“Okay, I’m coming up, you weirdo.”

Grian sat back against the tree, relaxing again as he listened to the vaguely amusing sounds of his friend struggling to climb the tall tree. He was not at all planning on offering any sort of help to Mumbo despite having wings and being plenty strong enough to carry the other.

Mumbo was panting, his limbs shaking from exertion by the time he finally pulled himself up to the branch that Grian was resting on. Grian smirked into the fading light.

“So, did you enjoy your climb?” Mumbo slowly turned his head to stare at Grian, breath still heaving, seemingly trying to find something to say.

“You are insufferable.” He decided, turning back to watch the setting sun. Grian burst into laughter.

“If I’m so insufferable, then why do you put up with me?” He cried, amusement lacing both his tone and expression.

“Maybe because you’re cute.” Mumbo grumbled before slapping a hand over his mouth when he realised what he said.

Grian stared at him, jaw dropped in shock as he processed what he had just been told. “Did- did you just-“

Mumbo buried his burning red face in his hands, unsuccessfully trying to hide the blush that was now creeping down his neck and up his cheeks. Grian turned back to the view, leaving the two to sit in a shocked and flustered silence.

After almost twenty minutes of somehow comfortable silence, Mumbo finally pulled his hands away from his mouth, having dragged them down his face after about ten minutes. Grian watched him through his peripheral vision, waiting patiently (which was a strange thing for him to do) for him to say something.

“Uh…” Mumbo chuckled nervously. “As pretty as this view is, and as much as I love y—I mean—love hanging out with you, I should really be going now. Sorry, buddy.”

Grian cringed minusculely, but nodded in understanding nonetheless, watching in silence as Mumbo slowly but carefully clambered backdown the tree. As soon as the taller was on the ground and walking away, Grian dropped his head into his hands with an annoyed groan. Thankfully, no one was there to see as tears welled up in his eyes and slipped down his cheeks.

I always mess everything up.

IV – Season 7, Grian and Scar:

A crash pulled Grian away from where he was trading with the villagers in his mansion.

‘What was that?’ He wondered, drifting toward the front of the build where the sound had originated.

There was a strangely rustling sound coming from just outside the front door of the mansion, almost as if some sort of small animal was stuck in one of the bushes and trying to get out.

Frowning, Grian pushed the door open, looking at all the bushes around the top of the staircase. One of the bushes rustled with movement, though it was only one out of the many and there was no breeze that could be the cause of the bushes moving.

Grian stared at it in pure confusion. It didn’t seem to be any sort of hostile mob, it was too big to be most animals and he couldn’t think of any that it could possibly be, anyway.

He took one step forward, ready to confront whatever animal may or may not have been sitting in the bush, when Scar stumbled out of it, a broken elytra strapped to his back, and leaves and sticks tangled all through his hair. Startled, Grian stepped away.

“Grian!” He pushed himself to his feet, staggering slightly and almost falling over before stabilising himself. “My friend! Terribly sorry about the intrusion, I was heading back to the shopping district, you see, and-“

“Scar,” Grian cut him off. “You don’t have to explain yourself, I kinda figured that you crashed given that your elytra is very clearly broken-“ he gestured to the ragged fabric, barely held together by a rusted metal frame. “-and you were crawling around in my bushes. Also your suit is ripped, and that doesn’t seem like something you’d allow yourself to walk around in, Mr Mayor. I thought you were supposed to look respectable.”

His tone turned dramatic as he pretended to be offended by Scar’s ruffled appearance, the taller man smirking mirthfully in response.

“Oh, my sincerest apologies, dear citizen.” He placed his hand on his chest just as dramatically as Grian had been. “I’ll certainly do my best to be more presentable the next time we meet.”

The two men took a moment to giggle at each other’s shenanigans before calming down again.

“You wanna come inside, Scar? Maybe get cleaned up a bit? The mansions not all too liveable right now but theres both a bedroom and bathroom and bathroom in there somewhere.” Scar gave him a small yet grateful smile that sent the avian’s heart soaring.

“I’d like that, thank you Grian."

Grian smiled back at him, hands shaking in such a minuscule way that he hoped it wasn’t noticeable to Scar. He hung around the taller man all the time, why was he suddenly so nervous about it.

Besides, it wasn’t like he found him attractive or anything-

Oh, crap.

V – Season 8, Grian and Pearl:

Grian sighed contentedly as he walked up the mountain near where he and the rest of the Boatem Crew would be building their bases this season. The sun was setting on the horizon and Grian sat on the highest point of the mountain, smiling softly as he admired the view and the beautiful colours of the setting sun.

The breeze that swept past him was strangely calming, ruffling his feathers, and brushing through his hair. His surroundings were quiet enough that it was easy to hear the footsteps coming up behind him.

His first thought was that it would be either Mumbo or Scar, but there was no reason for either of them to be visiting Grian up on this mountain. Besides, no one had even been in sight when Grian had flown up to the top of the mountain, nor had anyone been on the mountain and there was no way they could get up here so fast when neither had an elytra yet. Impulse also didn’t have his elytra yet this season, and there was only other member of Boatem with natural wings-

“Hey, Pearl. Didn’t expect to see you up here!”

Pearl hummed as she sat on the rocky ground just next to him, legs dangling over the edge of the precipice.

“Honestly, I’m just kinda wondering why you’re not over there with those two.” She gestured to where Mumbo and Scar were laying in the grass far below on the ground, watching the stars as they faded into view. Grian gave her a bemused look. “What? C’mon G, I’ve only been here one day, surely I’m allowed to tease you about your non-existent love life just a little!” The avian squawked in offence to his love life being called non-existent (not that Mumbo and Scar even had anything to do with his love life, why would they?), but Pearl ignored him. “It’s extremely obvious that you like them, why don’t you just tell them?”

“Because I don’t like them! Not like that! Pearl, they’re my friends. Nothing more, nothing less.” Grian sighed, exasperated.

Pearl stared at him; expression completely blank. She clearly didn’t believe him.

“Grian, you’re one of my oldest friends.” The man in question frowned, glancing over at her, slightly worried about where she was going with this. “I’ve known you for almost a decade now. I know how to tell when you’re in love with someone. There is a certain way that you act. You acted that way with Taurtis back on EVO, and you’re acting that same way now with Mumbo and Scar.”

Grian huffed. “Oh, yeah? And how did I act?”

“Well, if you really wanna know.” Grian straightened, vaguely panicked. He hadn’t expected her to actually have a response to that! “You get flustered much more easily, especially around them, you subconsciously try to avoid them as a way to avoid your feelings, you get really anxious about anything to do with them, you through yourself into your work more. Would you like me to go one?”

“NO! Uh, I, uh.” Grian cleared his throat ignoring the smug look that Pearl shot him. “I- I mean ‘no’.”

Pearl hummed again, leaning back against her hands, and letting her moth wings stretch out behind her, leaving Grian to his thoughts, and-

Oh, void.

“Welp,” Pearl stood. “I best be going now, stuff to do, things to gather, sleep to avoid, y’know how it is. See ya later, Grian.” Grian hummed in acknowledgment and Pearl flew off, back to what seemed to be the start of an upside-down boat.

Grian sighed, turning his attention from the beautiful starry night sky to the two just as beautiful men still laying in the grass. Pearl’s words bounced around in his head like a pinball machine as he silently watched the two interact.

“It’s extremely obvious that you like them, why don’t you just tell them?”

“You acted that way with Taurtis back on EVO, and you’re acting that same way now with Mumbo and Scar.”

Grian hunched over himself, rubbing his temples when his head started to pang.

Crap.

VI - Season 8, Grian, Mumbo and Scar

The moon is big.

That is all Grian allows himself to think about as he stares up at the moon through the gap in the ceiling of his observatory.

The moon is big. Too big to be able to see any other part of the night sky.

It bothered Grian, the fact that he couldn’t see the stars. He had always, for as long as he could remember, loved watching them as they twinkled in the sky. But now he couldn’t, and it bothered him.

“G-man?” A familiar melodious voice called out. Grian ignored him, content to just stare at the overwhelming brightness of the moon above him. “Gri? Are you up here?”

“Grian?” An equally familiar voice asked gently. This one much closer, and much quieter than the other. Footsteps approached where he lay in the middle of the observatory, stopping just out of his line of sight. “Grian?” They crouched down, a handsome moustached face came into view, easily diverting his attention away from the moon. “Are you okay? Why are you just lying in the middle of your observatory?”

Grian blinked up at him lazily, watching as Scar appeared behind the taller man. “Moon big.” He shrugged as best he could lying on the ground. Mumbo and Scar both gave him concerned looks. Grian ignored them and turned back to stare at the moon with a scowl. Mumbo shifted to sit properly on the quartz ground, and Scar moved around to sit on Grian’s other side. They both followed his annoyed gaze up to the moon above them

“Are you upset because of the moon? Or something else related to it?” Scar asked gently, looking back down at him.

Grian shrugged again, offering a simple. “I can’t see the stars.”

Mumbo gave him a sympathetic look, reaching over to run his fingers gently through Grian’s hair. “You’ve probably not gotten much sleep either.” Grian hummed, closing his eyes, relaxing easily as he leaned into the soft touch.

There was a short moment of silence in which Grian allowed himself to drift off just a little, now only semi-conscious to the world around him. As he drifted, he half payed attention to Mumbo and Scar’s hushed conversation.

“He clearly hasn’t slept in a while, I know you want to tell him – I do too! – but we should let him rest first.”

There was a sigh.

“I know, I know. I guess it’s just because the longer I wait, the more anxious about it I get. But at the same time, I’m not exactly sure I’m completely ready to tell him and am now just procrastinating it.”

In his sleep deprived state, Grian couldn’t decipher what exactly they were talking about. Did they want to tell him something? If so what? And why were they so anxious about it? He didn’t get to even voice his questions, let alone get any answers to them, before the fog at the edges of his consciousness took over and he completely fell asleep.

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When Grian awoke, it was to the smell of freshly baked biscuits, the sound of a soft humming tune, and a hand carding through his hair.

He chirped happily, leaning further into the soft touch of someone’s hand in his hair, much the same way he had done before falling asleep. The only response he was given was that of a small chuckle. He blinked a couple of times to allow his eyes to adjust to the bright light of the sun before opening them completely and taking in his surroundings.

He was laying on an extremely comfortable bed in someone’s—probably Scar’s if the size of the room and the fact that there even was a bed was anything to go on—base, wrapped up in soft, warm blankets. Mumbo was sitting on a chair that he had clearly pulled over to be next to Grian. He was the one stroking Grian’s hair, long nimble fingers carefully running through the tangled golden strands.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” Mumbo greeted upon noticing him awake and looking around. “Are you more awake now that you’ve had some time to rest?”

Grian thought for a moment, assessing how exactly he felt before responding. “I think so? I don’t really know, I feel like everything with the moon is just messing with my head. I feel fine, but at the same time I feel like crap and I’m not exactly sure why.”

Mumbo nodded in understanding just as Scar appeared in the doorway, a plate of biscuits in hand. He looked a little concerned, but he quickly lit up when he saw that Grian was awake, very similarly to how Mumbo had not a few moments earlier.

“Grian! It’s good to see you’re awake! I made cookies if you want some?” He stepped fully into the room, walking over to where the other two men sat–Grian having pushed himself up when Scar appeared–and presenting the plate of biscuits as a sort of offering. They certainly did look delicious, Scar had made them after all. There was an assortment of different biscuits on the plate, though the two that caught Grian’s attention were the chocolate ones–which, as an avian, he made a mental note to avoid–and the shortbread–one of his favourites.

“Can I have one as well-?” Grian snickered at the pleading look on Mumbo’s face glancing over at Scar to find the other just watching Mumbo, his face completely expressionless. Grian snickered again.

“I don’t know, can you?” Mumbo’s hopeful expression turned to one of internal pain.

“Please stop with the dad jokes, you’re not even a father. Can I have a biscuit or not?”

“I dunno, what do you think, Grian?” Grian grinned at the two when they turned to look at him.

“Stay away from the shortbread and you won’t get bitten. Other than that I don’t care.” Scar and Mumbo both let out startled laughs, Grian’s grin just widened with mirth.

When Grian thought about it, the moment seemed strangely domestic. It was just the three of them, sitting in Scar’s bedroom, sharing the plate of biscuits between them. Grian took a moment to just revel in the peacefulness of it all. The sun peeking in through a gap in the curtains, filling the room with warmth. The bed was comfortable, maybe even one of the most comfortable things Grian had ever laid on, the blankets were soft and there was plenty of space, enough for all three of them to sit comfortably. He almost didn’t want this moment to end.

“Hey, Grian?” Mumbo’s voice brought Grian out of the mess of his thoughts and back into the present, the nervous tone causing him to frown in concern. “Can we talk to you about something?”

“Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?” Mumbo’s eyes widened in the realisation of how his words may have sounded.

“Oh! Yeah, everything’s fine! We just have something that we want to tell you. It’s nothing bad, we promise.” Scar nodded in agreement, looking just as, if not more nervous than Mumbo. Grian relaxed slightly, still somewhat concerned, though soothed by the confirmation that nothing was wrong.

“Okay, go ahead.” Mumbo nodded and glanced back at Scar for reassurance, receiving a shaky smile in return. He took a deep breath and turned back to Grian who raised an eyebrow at them. “What’s this about?”

“So,” Scar started uncertainly. “You know how Mumbo and I have been dating since early season seven?”

Grian nodded, a wave of some unpleasant emotion rippling through him at the simple question. Scar bobbed his head slightly in a small nod of understanding before continuing.

“And you know that you’re one of our closest friends and that we would do anything for you?” Grian nodded again, tilting his head as he tried to decipher where Scar was going with this (ignoring that unpleasant emotion that coursed through his veins, growing with each passing second). “Yeah? Where are you going with this exactly?”

“Well- we were, um. We-“ Mumbo placed a comforting hand against Scar’s arm and Grian watched them with growing concern.

“You- you guys do know that you don’t have to tell me this right? Whatever this is.”

“We know.” Mumbo guaranteed, holding up his free hand in a placating gesture. “And we want to tell you. It’s just a little nerve-wracking.”

“Okay…”

“Anyway, what we want to ask is if you maybe, possibly wanted to join our relationship?” Mumbo’s voice trailed off into silence as he spoke, anxiety getting the best of him. Grian froze. He didn’t know what exactly he was expecting, but this wasn’t it.

Not that he was complaining though.

“You- you really want me to join your relationship?“ He stared at them in surprise, cheeks burning. The two of them were clearly flustered, maybe even a little ashamed, neither one was looking at him. And that just wouldn’t do. “Hey,” his voice was gentle, almost as if he were talking down a scared animal. “Guys, I’m not mad at you. Honestly even if I didn’t like you back, I don’t think it would be possible for me to be mad at you. Not for something like this.”

Mumbo didn’t seem to properly register his words beyond the confirmation that he wasn’t going to start yelling at them. Scar, on the other hand.

“Did you just say that you like us back?”

Mumbo also looked up, shocked. Grian blinked. He hadn’t realised that he had said that.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” He offered a soft small, receiving stunned stares in response. “And I would love to join your relationship.”

Scar snapped out of his reverie sooner than Mumbo. The elf surged forward, wrapping Grian up in a tight, yet comforting and warm embrace. “Oh, thank Void! I was terrified that you were gonna say ‘no’ and that our friendship was gonna be ruined forever! I am so glad that you didn’t say no!”

Grian laughed, the unpleasant emotion that had been swirling in his chest was gone now, replaced by giddiness and euphoria. He wrapped his arms around Scar in return, humming happily when he felt another pair of arms around them, a second body pressed against his side. He brought his wings around to cover the three of them like a blanket.

And that was–for the most part–how they stayed for the next couple of hours. They moved into a more comfortable position of course, even putting on a movie to watch together. A Disney movie, at Scar’s insistence. But they stayed together, always by each other’s sides.

Even at the end of the world, they stayed, because that’s what you do when you love someone.

You stay with them, right by their side, forever and always.

Because they are your home.