Grian Oneshots

154 ~ The Photos and Past [Angst]

TW: Murder; Implied Torture; Deceit; Major Character Deaths; Gun; Angst without a happy end; Fuck happiness, I want sadness; Detailed gunshot wound; Freezing to death;

Requested: No.

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Grian stretched as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Looking out the window he sighed. It was early morning, earlier then he usually gets up. He stood up and walked to his closet.

His black tank top was replaced by the white tank top, and his dark blue shorts were replaced by the blue jeans. He slid his white socks on, and walked out of his room to his kitchen. Grian made some coffee and rolled his sleeves up. The cuffs weren't glowing, and usually they had a slight burning sensation when they glowed.

He took them off and placed them on the table. He walked back to his room in search of his gloves and compass.

"Hey Grian?" Grian heard Mumbo ask. "...Uh... What are you doing...?"

Grian blushed as he looked over to Mumbo in Grian's bed. Grian had a very good memory, so he knew they hadn't done anything. But it was still embarrassing.

"I- uh I'm-" Grian started. He sighed before standing up. "Nothing happened, so don't worry."

Mumbo let out a sigh of relief and held his head in his hands.

"Oh thank god." Mumbo muttered.

Now that hurt.

He pushed it aside and told himself he'd deal with it later.

"I'm pretty certain we just cuddled last night. I'm actually suprised I didn't realize you were here..." Grian said, muttering slightly. "Would you like some coffee? I just put some in the pot."

Mumbo nodded and Grian grabbed his gloves. He walked out of the room to let Mumbo get ready. Because of often sleep overs, though Mumbo would sleep in the living room, there was a lot of Mumbo's clothes.

Grian put his gloves on, before placing his cuffs back on. Mumbo walked out just as Grian poured his own cup. Grian smiled to Mumbo and handed Mumbo's cup to him. Grian put the pot back, and Mumbo asked a question.

"What's with the cuffs? You wore them last night too..." Mumbo said, looking at the cuffs.

Grian paused looking away from Mumbo. He shook his head and sighed, before rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Its apart of a deal I made when I was younger. I'd like not to talk about it." Grian said, leaning against the kitchen island.

"Of course, I just... I was just curious..." Mumbo said, the nervousness in his voice was extremely hard to ignore.

Grian turned and smiled to Mumbo.

"Its fine." Grian shrugged. "Just... Please don't mention it to anyone..."

"Of course." Mumbo said, smiling reassuringly to him.

The rest of the day went on with them both ignoring the fact that they had slept in the same bed. Grian went grinding for some sand for the barge. Mumbo went to do whatever he needed, and Grian didn't really care.

Grian returned to the hobbit hole, and found the chest on his doorstep. He looked around, to look for any hermit who was waiting for his reaction. Usually hermits dropped off things at his mansion doorstep, so he was confused.

Opening the chest, he picked up the book and the small package in the chest. He shrugged and walked into his house. He walked to his kitchen, and placed the package on the kitchen island before leaning against it. He began reading the book.