HermitCraft Oneshots

Christmas Cookies

I am not shipping the real people, I am shipping their minesonas. Shipping real people is weird. If Grian or Mumbo ever become uncomfortable with being shipped, I will take this down immediately.

Ship - Grian x Mumbo

Genre - Fluff

Warnings - None

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Now it wasn't unusual for Mumbo to receive random texts from Grian. Normally, they'd just be a greeting or random question, but they'd always manage to make the raveonette's heart flutter.

Today was different though; instead of a "hellooo, mustachio" on his screen, Mumbo was met with the words,"MUMBO COME OVER NOW. IT'S IMPORTANT."

Mumbo, being the caring friend (and simp) he is, dropped whatever he had been doing and flew over to Grians' base, falling flat on his face in snow when he landed, and then nearly busting through the door, but deciding that it would be better to knock first.

He was quite surprised when the door opened to find Grian in a red apron, with the words "Merry Christmas" on it.

"Why hello there Mumbo!" Grian says innocently, as if he didn't nearly cause Mumbo to have a heart attack with the message he had sent just minutes prior.

"Are you alright, what's wrong?" Mumbo asks, still clearly worried for the blonde.

"I'm alright, the only thing that's wrong is that you're not in here making christmas cookies with me!" He joked.

Good going you spoon, now he definitely knows you're a simp.

"Now go grab that apron hanging up over there. It's cookie time!" Shouted Grian.

Mumbo walked over to the wall where the extra apron was hanging, taking it off the hook and slipping it over his head, awkwardly tying it in the back. Walking over to where Grian was standing, he glanced over all the ingredients laid out on the table.

"Is it a bad time to say I've never made cookies from scratch before?" He asked.

Grian giggled,"Not at all, it just means I get to teach you!" His blue eyes shone a mischievous glint to them, causing Mumbo to worry a little bit for his safety. Grian and an electric mixer did not seem like a smart combination.

Despite the possible danger Mumbo smiled, and asked what needed to be done first.

They turned the oven on to the right temperature and got started with mixing.

"Hey Mumby, could you pass me the sugar?" Mumbo blushed at the nickname, clumsily reaching for the sugar and handing it to Grian.

"Uh sure, here sugar." The sentence didn't register in Mumbos' head until he said it, blood rushing to his cheeks when he realized.

He snuck a glance at Grian, whose face you could only tell was red if you looked close enough.

The shorter bit back a snicker.

"So we're using nicknames now? Okay then vanilla extract."

Mumbos' face turned into even more of a cherry, trying to stammer out some sort of comeback and just resorting to grabbing a small handful of flour and tossing it at Grian.

"Hey, no fair!" He laughed, grabbing another bag that sat on the table.

"Uh oh," Mumbo muttered, realizing he'd accidentally just started a war.

They passed flour snowballs back and forth for a bit before finally running out of energy. They finished their cookies, still jokingly addressing each other by their ingredient nicknames, leaving both men flustered by each others' charm. One the cookies were finally finished, they put them in the oven and set the timer, taking off their aprons and sitting down on Grians' couch to watch a movie.

The opening scene of "Elf" began to play, and Grian subconsciously snuggled into Mumbos' side. They sat in a comfortable silence, until Grian broke it by asking a question.

"Hey Mumbo, did you mean to call me sugar when we were making the cookies?"

"Well, I mean I didn't- It was- You asked-" the ravenette stammered, trying to think of a good excuse.

Grian cut him off saying,"It's fine really, I quite like the nickname actually." He mumbled something else under his breath after saying that.

"Sorry, what'd you say?" Mumbo questioned.

"That I'm fine with the nickname?" Grian answered.

"No, I mean after that. I heard you mumble something." said Mumbo, scratching the back of his neck. He was already starting to feel silly for prying.

"Oh," Grian paused, his face beginning to heat up,"I just said.." He mumbled the rest of the sentence.

"Sorry mate, I must be going deaf, I could hear that." Mumbo chuckled awkwardly.

Grian blushed and looked away, clearly embarrassed by what he had said.

Mumbo quickly realized this, and tried to make the conversation less awkward by saying,"You don't need to say it if it bothers you, I didn't mean to pry."

The shorter sighed, before looking up at Mumbo, nervousness and worry written across his face.

"No, no it's alright. I guess I needed to say it sometimes or later," said the blonde.

Mumbo stayed silent, patiently waiting for his friend to speak.

When Grian saw that he had Mumbos' attention, he continued.

"I like you Mumbo. Like, I have feelings for you if you want to word it that way. I have for a while, and I wanted you to come over today that way I could tell you. I'm sorry if I made our friendship awkward or anything. I just had to at least tell you." He spoke, his gaze falling to the gray carpeted floors.

Mumbo sat silent for a bit, before a smile broke out on his face, much to the confusion of Grian.

"And here I thought that all this time you didn't feel the same." He whispered.

"What?" Grian asked timidly.

"Grian, I have feelings for you too. I have since the start of the season. I've been so afraid to tell you because I thought that you wouldn't feel the same!" The mustached man exclaimed.

Grians' face turned from worry to happiness, and out of pure adrenaline, he pulled Mumbo into a nervous but happy kiss.

It didn't last long, but the feeling it left behind did. Both of their faces had turned a cherry red, Mumbo unconsciously bringing his hand up, finger grazing over the spot where Grians' lips had just been.

They just smiled at each other, enjoying the peaceful moment, the movie in the background acting as white noise. That was until they smelled something burning.

"THE COOKIES!" They shouted simultaneously.

Fortunately, the delicious treats were only burned on the underside, and the charred bottoms were easily scraped off with a butter knife. The two giggled about the near fiasco on the way back to the couch.

Grian wrapped his arms around Mumbo almost immediately after he sat down.

For the rest of the day, the two just sat around, eating their half burnt cookies and watching Christmas movies, no doubt sharing a few kisses in between bites.

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Merry Chrysler