#we love a pair of self sacrificial idiots who are hopelessly in love <3

[mochiwrites]

Grian and Mumbo for the crime au?

a drabble for you, dear anon <3

“You were too reckless again, Grian.” Mumbo’s statement is accompanied by a searing pain in his shoulder as the man works to get the bullet free from his wound. His shirt and jacket are resting beside him. Grian can hear the muted anger in his voice, laced with far too many layers of concern. “I thought we talked about this.”

Huffing, Grian replies, “We did. But then the gun was being aimed at you and I threw our discussion out the window.” He grits his teeth, trying to ignore the pain. “It worked out alright I think!”

Mumbo pulls back for a moment to glower at him, clearly unhappy with his carefree attitude. “Wh— it did not work out alright! You’ve got a bullet wound in your shoulder! What part of that makes you think it worked out fine?!” He exclaims, voice raising in pitch as anxiety starts to work its way through the man.

Grian frowns, meeting his gaze. He can see the man’s fear, his worry. It’s all in his eyes, in the way his hands are steady but work quickly. This is hardly the first time he’s had to patch Grian up. Mumbo’s cold exterior may fool the others but it doesn’t fool Grian.

“Well, you’re unharmed aren’t you?” He asks, only to bite back a yelp as Mumbo digs into his shoulder again. He gets the bullet out, presses a cloth against the wound. He puts more force than what’s probably necessary.

“This isn’t about me!” Mumbo’s face twists with irritation, staring at Grian with two hard eyes. It’s almost enough to make him flinch back. “Grian, this is the third time this month you’ve gotten hurt taking an attack meant for me! You’re not even my bodyguard! What the hell were you thinking?!” He scolds. “You’re supposed to be protecting Scar, not me. I’m a hitman for god’s sakes, I’m used to taking those kinds of hits! If you keep going like this, Scar is going to need you and you won’t be there because you’ve injured yourself again for me!”

“What was I thinking? I was thinking that I was protecting one of the men that I love, you spoon!” Grian shouts, anger bubbling up to the surface. He’s angry, angry that Mumbo isn’t being careful on the field, angry that the man thinks he shouldn’t be trying to protect him, angry that he thinks he’s worth less than Scar just because he’s a hitman. “You are just as important to me as Scar is.”

Mumbo’s hands still as he stares at Grian, surprise written all over his face. They’re all still.. new to this whole “relationship” thing. God knows none of them know what they’re doing. Mumbo has clearly been caught off guard and Grian takes pride in that. He can see the tips of his ears going red, and the man coughs into his bloodied hand.

“S-Still…” He stammers, sighing. “You need to be more careful.” Reaching for the first aid kit beside him, Mumbo grabs a roll of bandages and begins to wrap Grian’s shoulder. He places a patch on the wound first before circling it with the roll.

Grian’s back is carefully pointed to the wall the entire time.

“And so do you.” Grian shoots back, frowning. “I’ll tell on you.”

Mumbo huffs, “Not if I tell on you first. Trust me bud, Scar won’t be happy to learn you’ve gone and gotten yourself hurt again.”

“No, but he definitely won’t be happy to find out you’re not properly watching your back.” Grian retorts, making Mumbo sigh.

When he’s finished with the wound, Grian’s shoulder is sore as hell. But he’d much prefer that to bleeding everywhere. And as soon as Mumbo shuts the lid on the first aid kit, Grian hardly has any time to put his shirt on before he’s being pulled into a chest. Mumbo’s arms are tight around him, holding him as if he could disappear at any moment.

Grian melts into the embrace, using his uninjured arm to hug him back. He feels Mumbo relax, tension leaving his body. “Please just… be more careful Gri.” He murmurs into Grian’s hair. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

The words surprise Grian, and in turn he presses himself closer to Mumbo. He doesn’t regret taking the bullet for Mumbo, for taking any kind of attack in his place. It means that Mumbo is alive and well.

He sighs softly, “I’m sorry for worrying you.” Because he can give Mumbo at least that much. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.” Images flash through his mind. He blocks them out.

Mumbo laughs weakly, “Mate how do you think I feel?” He says. “If I have to hold you in my arms while you’re bleeding again I don’t. Well, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself, really.”

Grian frowns, pulling back to meet Mumbo’s gaze. He tugs on the man’s tie, bringing him down to connect their lips in a kiss. I’m here, Grian tells him. I’m not going anywhere. I’m alive. You took care of me. I’m safe.

And when they pull a part, Grian offers him a little smile. “How about we both just promise to be more careful from now on?” He suggests, and Mumbo gives him a little chuckle before pecking him on the lips a second time.

“It’s a promise.”