Grian Oneshots

87 ~ Cuddles & Scars [Angst&Fluff]

TW: Yuki has a knife!; Scars; knives; mention of clothing kink; phantom pains;

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Grian gave the best cuddles Mumbo had ever gotten. But there was an issue. Grian hated cuddling when he was more conscious, and usually only cuddled with someone when extremely exhausted. Mumbo didn't know why Grian did, but everytime Grian woke up from cuddling, he would leave quickly.

Now, as readers your first thought would be Grian's embarrassment and likes Mumbo, but Mumbo knew better. They were married after all. Grian never had an issue with kissing, holding hands, hugging, or even sexual wants. It was cuddling that was the thing he disliked.

Grian knew how much Mumbo loved his cuddles, but couldn't bring himself to cuddle with Mumbo when he was conscious.

Grian sat in his mansion, trying to make himself go cuddle with Mumbo. He was on the ledge above his door, his legs dangling. Grian leaned his head back as he tried to get himself to move.

The memory of Taurtis and J flashed through his mind, and he shivered.

Taurtis had cuddled with Grian almost every night, and J almost daily. The pair had noticed and got into a fight, that Grian had to stop. Grian was weak, so it didn't really work. Yuki had taken Grian aside to 'comfort' him, resulting in the stab wounds on his abdomen and the two on his neck.

Grian hated the scars and had gotten the first thing that would cover them all, a sleeveless high collared black shirt. It was suffocating to Grian, so he only wore it until he found another. This time it was his original green sweater, which had ripped and gotten ruined after time took its course. And so Grian bought a red sweater, and began making his own so they were large, but tight enough to not expose his neck.

Grian's hand grazed across the major scar on his neck. Had Mumbo ever seen the scars? If there was light when they had sex, Grian wore his sweater, as it was apart of his kinks. If not, he didn't care. And Grian showered at night while Mumbo showered in the morning.

The door beneath him swung open, and he heard his name get called.

"Hey Grian!" Mumbo yelled, the words echoing throughout the mansion.

Grian landed softly behind Mumbo, and pulled the taller ravenette into a hug. Mumbo squeaked slightly, but turned around and hugged Grian.

"You okay?" Mumbo asked, nuzzling his face into Grian's floof of golden strawberry blonde hair.

Grian pulled away from the hug, but intertwined their fingers. Grian hesitantly pulled Mumbo to Grian's bedroom in the mansion, and pulled Mumbo ontop of him on the bed. Grian hesitated before wrapping his arms around Mumbo, and burying his head into Mumbo's chest.

"...Grian?" Mumbo asked.

"...I know you like my cuddles..." Grian mumbled, as Mumbo flipped them.

Mumbo laid on his back, with Grian on his chest.

"...Are you sure?" Mumbo asked.

Grian nodded, and nuzzled his head more into Mumbo's chest. He took a deep breath of his husband's cologne, and smiled. Mumbo's hands wrapped around Grian's waist, and he once again nuzzled his face into the floof.

Grian began whimpering subconsciously from the memories, which caused phantom pains in his scars. Mumbo rubbed Grian's back, unsure of what to do.

He had never seen Grian like this.

Grian pulled away from the cuddles and wrapped his arms around his knees.

"...I'm sorry..." He mumbled, avoiding looking at his husband.

Mumbo sat up and looked at Grian. Grian shook and kept blinking back tears. Mumbo scooted closer to the blonde, and he wrapped his arms around Grian gently.

"Are you okay?" Mumbo asked.

Grian nodded, before burying his head into Mumbo's chest again.

"...Do you know about the scars?" Grian asked, reaching for his sweater bottom.

Mumbo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Grian pushed Mumbo away, and took off his sweater. The two scars on Grian's neck were large, and very visible. But the other scars all across the blonde's abdomen were less visible.

Grian held his sweater on his lap, his fingers playing with the fabric. Mumbo's hand grazed over one of the scars, and Grian shivered.

"...Grian?" Mumbo asked, concern laced his voice.

"...It was back in highschool..." Grian mumbked. "...A girl decided I was too close to my best friend, and tried to kill me..."

Grian sat cross cross apple sauce on the bed, allowing Mumbo to trace the scars with his fingers.

"...Is this why you don't cuddle? Or why you wear that sweater constantly?" Mumbo asked, quietly. Grian nodded and Mumbo hugged him.

"Your beautiful, Grian." Mumbo said, smiling to Grian. "Even with the scars."

Grian nuzzled his face into his Mumbo's collarbone, and smiled softly. Mumbo's right hand tangled it into the hair, soothing the blonde, while the other rubbed circles in Grian's spine.

Perhaps one day Grian would believe that.