SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

dorothea

WOOO I HAVE A NEW COMPUTER

IT FUCKING WORKS NOW

AAAA HELL YEAH

anyway, remember ' seven '? 

yeah this is grian's side of it. same lore, basically, sO ( not seven- canon compliant.. pErhAps tHeRe wAs sOme mIsrEmEmBeRinG ( ok i didnt want to rewrite a paragraph, sue me)

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Grian trekked through the hub, adjusting his bag for what had to be the 50th time. He blows a curl out of his face, looking up at the towering buildings rising above the herds of people. They threaten to push and pull him, drag him under a current that could spit him out wherever.

Grian doesn't mind, he never really minds, considering these day's he's a slow traveler- hopping between worlds, adding the spice of adventure and mischief to each server. It's an easy life, the nomadic one. No more attachments, simple freedom & TNT.

Yet, he always stops when he gets to those large screens- each one displaying some stupid, rich person ad. Then they'd change, and Grian would get a glimpse- there he was, Mumbo Jumbo, nervous in the interviewer's chair.  It was like when they'd play by the creek, Mumbo always teetering on the edge of their old wooden swing.

He'd always laugh, a nervous, bubbly sound. Then Grian would shove him into the water, and he'd flail, and they'd both laugh.

That was back when times were simple, when it was just Grian & Mumbo. Now, Mumbo is up there on Hermitcraft with his fancy new friends, creating the technological beasts he was always meant to create.

Even with his friend's massive success, Grian wasn't jealous. Sure, he wished he was still in contact with Mumbo, because Mumbo is Mumbo. But he had other friends, and Grian had ideas. He always had ideas, but this one could work.

Grian just needed a world, which should be relatively easy to get.

Until then, he was left wandering the hub, video-calling his friends and creating new ones along the way. It's rather lonely, despite the constant interaction, but that's never been an issue. Grian's always felt just a little bit lonely, ever since he moved away.

Grian remembers Mumbo sobbing, begging to come with him. A fool's folly, Mumbo would've hated his new neighborhood anyway.

Still, Grian wished Mumbo did come with him. That they stayed friends, never drifting. Perhaps Mumbo would've stopped him from leaving to Japan. Perhaps they could've sat on the porch, sipping that same sweet-tea from when they were 8. Making conversation, dreaming of what they could achieve.

Still, Grian couldn't help but wonder if Mumbo even remembered him. Did he think about the running creek, the deep, forbidding woods? Did he think about when Grian came to school, bandaged together?

Did he miss Grian, too?

...

No, he couldn't. Mumbo was large, a star. Mumbo was perfect and cool and amazing, like he'd always been. Grian was just a strange fragment of the past, forced into a neat little box in Mumbo's head. Grian was the distant memory of a soft willow tree by the bus station, only ever a wisp.

~

Grian chuckled again as the flyer landed in his mailbox. His server was divided, the Property Police versus the Mafia. It was an interesting rivalry, considering both sides had tried to encourage his recruition. He was just there to watch as it heated up, an eternal fight.

Currently, Grian was editing a video while working on his base. He'd started recording things, inspired by Mumbo, after the first encounter with the Watchers occurred. It would be good if everyone could see what anomalies appeared on his server, just in case.

It was while he edited that Grian thought most of Mumbo. He asked himself, did Mumbo wonder quietly while editing, too? Did Mumbo see the willow tree, with its vibrant shades? Did Mumbo remember every single false promise told, in shady meadows to the middle school's halls?

Even as his fanbase grew, Grian constantly asked how Mumbo would handle things & what Mumbo would do. It was like he was here, but never truly, never really. In moments of clarity, Grian would question why he even thinks about this so much.

After all, Mumbo had to have changed. He wasn't the socially awkward, anxious kid of creeks. He was a famous Minetuber, an icon in the modern world. He was more then Grian would ever be, truly.

He wasn't going to falter because of stupid memories.

And yet, everyday, Grian wished he did. Grian wished Mumbo remembered and thought about it & him, because they were magic together- perfect in everyway, like two puzzle pieces that just clicked.

Grian would continue thinking, everyday. He would until everything was flipped Downside Up, when his worst nightmares burst forth, grabbing him & pulling Grian into the void. Even then, as Grian sobbed and pleaded and tried anything, he was still thinking of Mumbo.

...

Footsteps. Hard & heavy, hitting the ground with a harsh sound. It echoes through the room, amplified by the immense magical energy radiating from Zephyr. You shake & shutter, crouched behind a towering pillar. Black wings, yours & yet not yours at the same time, flutter on your back.

Zephyr snarls, turning towards your pillar.

No, no, fuck-

He creeps closer. Reaching into the deepest pits of your stomach, you scrap and claw together as much magic that still exists in your body. It's dangerous, messing with something that runs through your very blood,

but it's your only escape.

" Xelqua..."

Zephyr's voice is taunting, dripping with venom. You psychically wince, pressing the magic together tighter & tighter.

He's rounding the corner now, you just need a few more seconds-

...

The magic explodes.

Grian finds himself in a tree, a tree that is currently being shaken. Below him, voices are loud and cautious. He tries to scramble to a larger branch, instead helpless as the tree's flimsy stick gives out beneath him, throwing Grian to whatever vicious animals lay below.

He flails, flaring his wings- one appeared to be normal, again, with its parrot feathers. Was leaving all it took? Did Grian take the magic out of the wing in that last-ditch attempt?

Whoever the fuck caught Grian basically drops him, to which Grian responds by throwing up his wings. Perhaps, with enough will & magic, he could create a shield or-

Someone loomed over him.

Grian blinked, staring up into deep hazel eyes. They're familiar, but everything is fucking familiar, like the feeling of grass. Grian knows he's missing something, everything.

Then the man speaks. It's the same British accent from oh-so long ago, back when they were just kids.

"... love you to the moon."

Grian takes a second to respond, letting everything the Watcher's dared to take sink back into it's designed place.

He has to say it.

" and saturn,"

Grian watches as Mumbo's eyes flash with recognition, before scooping him up.

He didn't forget.

Mumbo, Mumbo had been thinking about him too. Everyday, for years.

He didn't forget.

" Oh, Grian, it's been quite awhile."

" It certainly has."

~

wooooo

uh

thoughts on this?

ik its not vErY complacent to Seven bc im lazy af but

lol