Short Things by yours truly

Sickly Sleep Over

<->(written January of 23) Mumbo and Grian. No smut. Just Mumbo taking care of a sick Grian. Ultimate softness. Set during season 6 of Hermitcraft. (Platonic)

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Mumbo was used to waking up with a Grian he hadn't fallen asleep with.

It'd become a normalcy on stormy nights for Grian to sneak into his base and crawl into bed with the mustached lad.

Currently, Mumbo was standing at the two of their's mail system, having been woken up by the alert he'd made for it.

Grian has sent him a letter asking if he could come over and stay the night.

What was odd about this, was that Grian never asked to visit anyone's base, let alone his good friend Mumbo's.

Mumbo shrugged, not think too much of it. Sending a quickly written 'sure' back through the mail system.

As Mumbo stood outside his front door, waiting for his friend to arrive, he realized that it wasn't storming, nor was it even drizzling. While there was a chance that it was raining over at Grian's base, he highly doubted it, given their close proximity.

A few minutes later, Grian's shiny elytra wings came into view.

When the shorter had landed, he'd stumbled a bit, keeping himself up by leaning a hand against one of the trees.

Mumbo raises an eyebrow, at the man, because, while clumsy, the other had become a talented flyer, and rarely stumbled when landing.

This added onto the letter asking permission made Mumbo suspicious, and a bit concerned.

"What going on?" The mustached man asks, concern on his tongue as he approaches the other.

"M' sick." Grian says, letting go of the tree and hunching his shoulders as he stood in front of the taller. "Could-n't 'eep." He adds, sounding stuffy and tired, almost child-like.

"Oh..." Mumbo says. "Well that explains some things. Here, come inside, I'll make you some soup." (Fun fact, I greatly dislike soup and soupy-in-nature things. Sensory stuff and whatnot)

"M'already ate." Grain mumbles, following Mumbo into the base.

"You can leave those at the door." Mumbo says, referring to the wings strapped around Grian's upper body.

As Grian struggles out of his elytra, Mumbo continues to the kitchen, grabbing ingredients and a small pot on his way to the stove.

Grian stumbles into the kitchen shortly after, hair tussled and looking even more tired than before.

"How about you go ahead to bed, or even a bath. I could run you a bath if you'd like." Mumbo says.

"M'good. M-'aybe later." Grian says, crashing his head into Mumbo's back, leaning between his shoulder blades.

"Okay... let's get you to bed." Mumbo says, turning around and picking the smaller up in a koala type of hold, and caring him to his bed, setting him down softly.

Grian doesn't protest as Mumbo takes his shoes off and helps him get the covers up over himself.

"I'll finish making the soup, then put it in the fridge, ready for the morning, okay?" Mumbo asks, swiping Grian's hair off of his forehead.

"Won't 'm get you 'ick?" Grian asks, eyes already closed.

"If you were really worried about that, you wouldn't have come over here in the first place." Mumbo says. "Goodnight, buddy." He adds, patting Grain on the top of the head as he falls asleep.

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<->ahhhhhhhhhh/pos. That's how I feel about these two•_• hope you enjoyed:)