Grian Oneshots

133 ~ 28th Letter

Grian stared at the letter in suprise. Today was his 28th birthday, so he should've expected it. But he didn't remember writing it.

"Hey Grian? Ren's getting chips, what type of chips do you want?" (Crisps for UK people.) Mumbo said, walking into the kitchen.

"Salt and vinegar please." Grian said, smiling to his boyfriend.

Mumbo looked at the letter for a second, but nodded and left the room. Grian set a box down on the kitchen island, and picked up the letter.

To: Future me!
From: 8 year old Grian

"Wonder what I wrote...?" Grian said. He opened the letter, half expecting a bunch of glitter.

Dear 28 year old me,

Hello! It's me. I don't think this will actually work, but if not it don't matter much.

Am I famous? Or rich? Do I have a hot girlfriend?

Grian let out a small chuckle as he thought about it. He was gay as fuck. What the hell was his younger self thinking?

Am I happy? Is mum and dad proud? Is Sam and Taurtis my best friends still?

Grian let his smile drop. Is Sam and Taurtis my best friends still? Anger filled him as he shook his head. The memories of Sam literally trying to kill him flashed through his mind. His fingernails dug into his palm as he tried to calm down. He let out a breath as he grit his teeth.

Arms wrapped around his waist, and a head rested against his shoulder. He flinched, and whipped his head towards the person. He let out a breath and leaned against his partner.

"Are you okay?" Mumbo asked, his right hand turned Grian's hand over and he looked at the marks. It wasn't bad, just some pressure marks.

"Yeah. Just a memory." Grian said, gesturing to the letter.

Mumbo raised an eyebrow to Grian, and reached out to the letter after letting go of Grian's hand. Grian's hand rested against the one on his hip.

Mumbo read the letter completely, and shook his head. He put the letter back on the island, and wrapped his hands around Grian's waist completely. He began kissing Grian's neck, making Grian giggle because of the feeling if his mustache.

"What's wrong?" Mumbo asked, feigning ignorance and tickling Grian more with his mustache. Grian began laughing and couldn't stop.

"...I want to ask..." Ren started. Grian and Mumbo stopped and looked over. Blush covered Mumbo's face, while Grian just continued laughing.

"Facial hair tickles." Scar explained, Iskall was dying near them.

"That's not-" Ren started. He let out an audible sigh and started at Scar. "I was meaning to ask why it started."

Iskall continued dying as Grian gestured to the letter. Ren walked over and picked it up, looking up over the brim of his sunglasses when he noticed what it was.

"Go ahead. I wasn't even able to finish it." Grian shrugged. "But I wanna watch some sappy and stupid movie while we all critic it."

Iskall began dying more and Scar laughed. Ren shook his head and smiled.

"Ooo! Can we make chocolate chip cookies too?" Scar asked, smiling.

"Of course." Grian said, smiling to Scar softly.

...

Doc had changed the movie to a horror movie, making the night more scary for everyone. Doc and Ren were holding eachother in fear by the end of it, Scar was blasting music in the corner as he'd gotten scared like a fourth of the way through the movie. Grian was trying to hide in Mumbo's chest, while Mumbo had fallen asleep already. Impulse, Iskall, and Xisuma had their backs to the couch, with X and Iskall watching with no more of a reaction then an eyebrow raise and a smile. Impulse shook his head at the unrealistic murders.

"You know what, no." Impulse said, pausing the movie. "That's way too unrealistic!"

X shrugged and returned to eating the large bowl of popcorn. Iskall shrugged and looked at Grian to make sure he was okay. Grian was shaking, so he became concerned.

"Gri?" Iskall asked.

"Its cold." Grian muttered.

Iskall laughed and shook his head.