Grian Oneshots

32 ~ Wealth 2/3

Mumbo was confused when he got back to his house.

Grian was so different from him, even though they lived similar lives.

Grian stood up to him, and seemed to actually hate him instead of those bitches who pretended to hate him, only to be obsessed with him.

He wanted Grian to beg for him.

No...

He needed it.

If anything that he's learned in his life, it's that people were easy to control.

...

Throughout the next month and a half, he'd tried everything he could think of, to make Grian want him.

But it only seemed to make Grian hate him more.

And he grew impatient as his need for Grian to break grew and grew.

It wasn't until he saw Grian helping the librarian that he thought about doing something different.

"What do I need to do, before you start atleast liking me?" Mumbo asked, as Grian leaned against the pole outside the school again.

Grian just rolled his eyes before looking at Mumbo.

"Maybe start volunteering and start to understand the lives of the people you disrespect first." Grian said, joking.

But Mumbo didn't take it as a joke.

It took months for him to understand that their lives weren't any different than his, only worse. They were humans just like him. They had people they cared for, and dreams for life just like him.

Mumbo started skipping school to volunteer at a soup kitchen, and listened to their stories.

Many were just dealt with a bad hand in life. Some by his own family.

It was the end of the school year when he and Grian hung out for Mumbo's birthday party.

While Grian didn't want to go, his parents made him.

Mumbo felt so disgusted at his friend's mockery towards the staff that helped his family.

They were people, just like them.

Grian walked up to the man who was obviously uncomfortable.

"You actually did it, didn't you?" Grian asked.

Mumbo looked at him, before nodding.

Grian smiled genuinely to him for once.

Grian led Mumbo into the house, before asking Mumbo to take them to his room.

As they entered the room, Grian locked it behind Mumbo.

Grian sat down on Mumbo's bed.

"You understand that they're people just like us now, right?" Grian asked.

Mumbo nodded as he sat down beside Grian.

Grian lightly blushed as he looked at Mumbo.

Mumbo was much different from the same snobby kid 5 months ago.

He was kinder, understood things more, and was overall a better person.

Someone, Grian could let in.

Grian leaned against Mumbo's shoulder before speaking again.

"I'm adopted. I was 10." Grian said.

Mumbo looked to him suprised.

"We weren't poor, but we had a lot of hardships thrown at us." Grian continued. "I was 5 when I was put into the foster system."

"I grew up in many different homes for those five years. Some that neglected us, some that loved and cared for us, and others."

Grian started to unwrap the bandage on his left arm before showing Mumbo.

"I got this just before I moved to the Anderson's household."

On his arm laid a large scar, along with a large tattoo. The scar ran from just under his wrist, to his elbow. A butterfly laid on the scar, just below the elbow.

"Another foster kid gave it to me. She became a tattoo artist, and died a few months ago." Grian said, looking at the butterfly. "Butterflies mean change, hope, and endurance."

Mumbo slid his hand over the tattoo examining it.

It was a vibrant blue color, with damaged wings. With scars and tears in the wings.

"I'm sorry I ever assumed your life was perfect." Mumbo said, turning his attention to the scar.

"It's fine. People are wrong, but the stronger ones are the ones who change."

Mumbo looked to Grian, slightly scared.

"Yes but I started to change because i wanted to hear you beg for me..." Mumbo said.

Grian smiled to him softly.

"But that's not who you are now. You changed." Grian said, before looking at the butterfly tattoo. "You went through a metamorphosis and changed to a beautiful and understanding person."

Mumbo looked back down at Grian's forearm, and rubbed the scar lightly.

"How did you get the scar?" Mumbo asked.

Grian frowned as he looked at the scar.

"I'd rather not."

Mumbo nodded, before looking back at Grian.

Grian was so cute.

He felt his hand move from the boy's arm, to the man's chin.

Grian looked to him, slightly confused.

Mumbo pushed Grian down onto his bed, before kissing Grian.

Grian didn't stop the man, but kissed back.

Mumbo broke the kiss, and looked at Grian, embarrassed.

Grian was slightly red, and his hand reached up to his face, to cover his mouth.

"Cute." Mumbo thought aloud.

Grian blushed a deep red, but pushed Mumbo to a sitting up position.

Mumbo lightly chuckled at the response.

"Don't you have a party to go be apart of?" Grian asked, folding his arms.

Mumbo frowned slightly.

"I do, don't I?" Mumbo muttered.

Mumbo stood up and stretched, before fixing his hair.

Grian stood up, and grabbed his bandage wrap, before starting to wrap up his arm.

By the time he was done, both of them stood at Mumbo's door.

Grian looked to Mumbo and then the doorknob before stopping Mumbo from opening the door.

Grian stood on his tippy toes, and kissed Mumbo's cheek.

Mumbo smirked as he looked to him.

"What was that for?" Mumbo asked.

"For being a spoon." Grian said, opening the door. "And I liked the kiss."

The second part was quieter, but Mumbo still heard him.

And to think months ago, Mumbo just wanted to break Grian, and Grian hated Mumbo's guts.