It's Another Hermitcraft Oneshot Book

Heaven Part 2- (Fluff)

Grian POV-

I stayed on the obsidian pillar with Mumbo for a couple hours. We didn't talk, we didn't move. After I had apologized, he had just nodded and started out into the void with an unreadable expression. All I could do was begin patching up his still bleeding arms with a couple bandages I found in my ender chest and hug him. He didn't seem to mind when I let my wings surround the two us, the stars dancing on the golden feathers.

I knew that when I had landed on the obsidian that Mumbo was contemplating suicide. I didn't know why but all I knew was that I wouldn't be able to handle it. He had hurt me in the worst way possible, but I didn't care at the moment. Even though he had turned the entire Hermitcraft server against me, I forgave him. I needed him. I can't even hold a grudge against the other anymore. My place as a watcher, even if I had run away, left an evil and black smudge on my history.

When I had sat beside him, I didn't know what to say so I had done the only things I could, I stayed with him and showed him his wasn't alone. I showed him the red lines on my arm that matched his. The lines I had made to count every day since I lost my best friend.

I ached to know what he was thinking. I ached to know what he thought of me. I ached to know what he was thinking of doing. My silent tears had dried up long before he finally moved.

At this moment, when he stood up, I felt my heart rate pick up drastically. I watched in fear as he replaced his blood-stained white shirt and suit sleeve over the white bandages. I moved my wings, to rest gently behind me, so that he had more space, but prepped to be used in the worst case senario. He looked over at me, pain evident in his eyes and I felt my heart jump to my throat. I needed to say something. I needed to stop him.

I couldn't. Everything was stuck in my throat as my eyes welled up with fresh tears. He glanced back at the void and shrugged off his elytra, "I won't do it Grian."

I burst out in tears as he sat down beside me again, wrapping his arms around me. I felt the feathers of my wings crumple and shift as his clutched to me. I didn't care as I hugged him back. I could no longer see as tears blocked my vision but I could feel Mumbo against me. He was everything I needed and I love him. I loved him. I loved him... That's why it was so easy to forgive him.

We both muttered apologies to each other, letting out all of our pent-up emotions. I did everything I tell Mumbo how much I cared for him, how sorry I was for hiding my past, how much I missed him. I could feel him try to apologize for everything he had put me through. Sobs racked both our bodies for many minutes.

Mumbo was the first to pull away. I let him even though I desperately wanted to stay in his arms. Never let him go because I feared that once I did, he would fall back onto the idea of suicide. Mumbo held me close, carefully wiping away my tears. I looked shyly at to the ground and felt Mumbo shift to sit behind me.

"You're wings. They are magnificent. May I..." He trailed off and I looked over my shoulder to see Mumbo hesitantly reach towards one. I smile, nod, and slightly relax my wings.

I felt him gently run his fingers through the feathers and I lightly shudder at the touch. He begins carefully pruning through the feathers he had crumpled during the hug. We sat in silence and once he was done, he kept petting down the soft wings.

"Grian... I don't care about your past anymore and I'm sorry I ever cared in the first place. What's past is past. And right now, you are you. And I love this you. I love the past you who brought you to me. I will love the future you forever."

If my eyes weren't dried out from my previous crying sessions, I would have burst into tears again. I felt warmth bloom in my chest. I feeling I hadn't had in a long time, joy. Whatever happens with the others would be okay. I know that they will accept me again once they get over their distrust. It was my fault for hiding my past and I don't blame them. And I would get through it all with Mumbo at my side.

Mumbo had stopped petting my wings and had rested his hands on my shoulder blades, just where my wings attach to my body. I flutter my wings a moment before retracting them. I feel Mumbo's hands on me the whole times and they begin lightly massaging where the skin was visible due to the tear in fabric my wings had caused.

I lean back into his touch and he lowers me into his lap. I'm staring up at him as he sits cross legged. "I love you too Mumbo."

He smiles slightly, "can I kiss you?"

I nod and try to sit up, but he grabs gently to the side of my face and leans down to kiss me. It was a little awkward due to the positioning but I didn't care. He pulls away slowly and runs his fingers through my hair as he looks into my eyes gently.

I feel safe but I can't shake the feeling I had when I arrived, "Mumbo..."

"Hmm?"

"Promise you will always tell me if you ever feel depressed again and if you ever feel like harming yourself in any way?"

His smile faltered lightly but his nodded, "I promise Grian. As long as you promise to do the same."

I smile at him, "Of course."

I raise a hand to face and he leans into my hand and says a few words that suppresses the concerned feelings deep inside of me, "Jumping into the void or cutting myself could never equal the feelings I have right now, with you. You've saved me Grian. It will take time but I will heal and I will help you heal. Together we will heal."