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Trans Grian - Vent fic

This is a vent fic I made a while ago where I project onto Grian

Tw// graphic sh/suicide, gender dysphoria, arguments, self-hatred, please say if there's anything else

Turns out keeping a massive secret that was a large part of you as a person wasn't easy. Who would've guessed? Well apparently not Grian, considering he was sat in his hobbit hole, panicking about how he would hide the fact he was trans and had a large chest when he had somehow lost all three of his binders. Usually he'd lose one, but he still had two others, nevermind one being a bit too small, but he got by. He managed to find the binder reasonably quickly, soak and air-dry it and then he was able to wear it. However, now he had lost all three of them, and had no trans tape left as the server didn't stock any and he didn't remember what server to get it from. So he was very much stuck in a dilemma where he needed to get stuff done, but didn't want to out himself to the rest or one of the hermits. He knew he had a few sports bras which were about three sizes too small, but they really wouldn't do as much as he wanted, and he couldn't think of anything else which could help in the situation. He kept sitting on the floor, on the verge of a panic attack, until he heard a bell go off downstairs. Shit, Mail had arrived. He marginally collected himself, and stood up on stay legs, he walked into his storage room where he had the mail and instead of seeing a minecart with a chest in it, he instead saw Mumbo sitting there, head tuerned towards the tunnel,  in the minecart. Grian’s breath quickened and he dropped to his knees. That must have caught Mumbos attention, because now he was crouching next to Grian, pulling his hands away from his forearms, which were already scratched up and bleeding. Mumbo muttered reassurances to deaf ears, hoping to calm his friend down. He was clueless, he was just planning on surprising the smaller and telling him he would be moving out of his hobbit hole, but now Grian was on the floor, sobbing and muttering things under his breath which he couldn’t understand. It went on like that for a while, before slowly, Grian managed to calm down and the hysterical crying was minimized down to small sniffles.

‘You alright bud?’

That obviously wasn't the best thing to say, because now Grian was crying again, not as hard, but he was still crying.

‘Do you hate me?’

Mumbo tensed up as the avian asked the question.

‘...what?’

‘Just tell me that you hate me and i'll be out of your hair and gone for good’

‘Grian, what are you on about? Why would i hate you'

Grian just sat up slightly and waved to his chest area.

‘Oh..’

Mumbo hadn’t noticed, he had been so focused on calming Grian down and making sure he was ok that he didn't even notice. However he had been silent, and looking at Grian with an indecipherable look for quite a while, and Grian did not take that the way Mumbo meant for him to. Grian’s eyes blurred again, and he stood up, ready to just head to his room, when he felt the back of his jumper being tugged on.

‘Hey, where are you going?’

‘Like you would care’

‘What do you mean’ like I would care’ of course I care? Why wouldn’t i?’

‘You obviously hate me, so why would you care where i was going?’

At this point Mumbo was beyond baffled, Grian had broken down, showed Mumbo that he had a large chest, started crying again and now claimed that Mumbo hated him?

‘Grian, why would i hate you’

‘Look, i saw the way you looked at me, i don't know what you’re trying to do, lure me into some false safety, but i know you hate and there’s no point in trying to hide it’