Grian Oneshots!!

Abyssal Night [Hurt/Comfort] S7 - Part 2

requested by @ace_hiya

i dont really know how to properly classify this bc it's not really angsty/hurt-y but it's also not comfort-y and it's also not fluffy-

this is definitely later than it should have been but ITS FINEEEEE

make sure you read part 1 before you read this because it won't make sense otherwise

TWs:
- mentions/implications of attempted $u1c1d3
- crying
- lmk if there's anything i missed

enjoy! <3

Mumbo groans as he swings his legs off his bed, placing them on the floor and standing up. He rubs his eyes as he enters his kitchen, almost tripping every two seconds because of how dark his base is right now. He seriously needs to light this place up. Mumbo grabs a glass from his cabinet and places it on the counter, getting a water jug from his refrigerator. Have you ever randomly woken up in the middle of the night with the sudden urge to chug an entire ocean? Yeah. That's why Mumbo's awake.

Sipping his cool drink, Mumbo walks back to his room and sits down on his bed, getting comfy but not quite ready to go back to sleep. He places his glass on a bedside table, his digital clock screaming 1:41 AM at him.

"Geez," he whispers to himself before taking another sip of his water.

Suddenly, the faint sound of giant wings flapping pulls Mumbo out of his thoughts. Immediately suspecting that Grian is attempting to prank him in his sleep, like steal his famous mustache or something, Mumbo quickly puts his water down and throws himself into a sleeping position, pulling his comforter up to his chest and closing his eyes to pretend that he was asleep.

As Mumbo suspects, Grian opens his window and slides into his room. But contrary to what Mumbo had originally thought, Grian is not there to prank him. Quite the opposite, in fact.

The occasional sniffle interrupts the silence of the room as Grian moves throughout it. Now concerned, Mumbo opens his eyes slightly to see what his best friend is doing. He observes as Grian grabs a stray piece of paper and a pencil from Mumbo's desk and starts aggressively scribbling some sort of note as tears fall from his eyes. After a minute or two, he rereads the letter before placing it down on Mumbo's nightstand before backing away and exiting the same window in which he came through, flying off into the night.

After he's one-hundred percent sure that Grian is completely out of range, Mumbo pushes his comforter off and sits up, grabbing the note and turning on a lamp in order to read it. As his eyes run over the hastily written words, tears well up in his eyes and Mumbo's hands start to shake. The piece of paper falls to the ground as he stands there in shock for a moment, before he springs into action.

Panicking, Mumbo throws a hoodie over his normal sleeping attire–a loose t-shirt and some sweatpants. Still shaking, he grabs the note and stuffs it in his pocket as he quickly puts a random pair of shoes on and grabs his elytra and some rockets. He races out of his base, heading north towards Xisuma's base. On his way there, Mumbo spams Xisuma in private messages to, hopefully, wake him up.

He stumbles as he lands at Xisuma's door, not caring about being polite as he chops the door down with one swing of an axe and barges into his base, bolting to Xisuma's bedroom. The confused admin, who was sitting on his bed, groggily reading Mumbo's messages while rubbing his eyes, whips his head at the sound of Mumbo entering his room.

"Mumbo, why are you sending me keyboard smashes at 1:53 in the morning?" He asks, bewildered. Then he sees Mumbo's face and the utter panic on it. The look sends shivers down his spine. In all the years that Xisuma's been Mumbo's admin, he's never seen his face look like that.

"Xi- Xisuma-" Mumbo stutters through tired puffs of air. "You- you have to-" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the note, handing it to Xisuma with shaky hands. "Re- read this, please, quickly," He urges Xisuma to take the crumpled piece of paper.

Sensing the urgency, Xisuma quickly snatches the letter, his eyes flying over the page and scribbled letters, feeling his heart drop.

"Oh my god..." Xisuma whispers, a hand slowly moving to cover his mouth. He stands there for a few seconds, the information sinking in as the sound of Mumbo breathing hard fading to a blur in his head.

After the shock settles and Xisuma returns to his senses, his confusion and anguish turn into pure determination. Determination to save and protect the server's beloved mischief maker.

Grabbing the nearest blanket, Xisuma throws it around Mumbo's shoulders, instructing him to try and go back to sleep on his bed. Mumbo is about to protest, but the look in Xisuma's eyes greatly discourages it. Putting his usual armor on, he stuffs an emergency first aid in his inventory and spams his firework rockets, taking off into the sky and heading towards Grian's base.

As Xisuma approaches the impressively built and intricately detailed mansion, he almost gets distracted by its beauty, before remembering why he's there. He decides to scan the roof for Grian's presence first before making his way inside to look for him. However, he won't have to enter the mansion, because a certain red sweater grabs his attention from the ledge. He takes notice of Grian staring at an orange, cylindrical object that he is holding. With the thumping sound of his heart beating in his ears, Xisuma fires a rocket and descends to Grian's position.

"Hey, bud," Xisuma says softly, landing a few blocks away from Grian. "What are you doing up this late?"

After Grian passes out from both mental and physical exhaustion, Xisuma makes sure his grip on him is stable before standing up and carefully shooting into the sky with his elytra, heading back to his own base. The cool night air ruffles their hair as Xisuma holds Grian closer and tighter as if the world would end were he to let go.

Soon enough, they were entering Xisuma's base and slowly navigating through the dark building, making their way to Xisuma's bedroom. Closing the door softly behind him, Xisuma sees Mumbo–fast asleep with red, puffy eyes and tear stains on his cheeks. Poor guy, he thinks. He must be so worried.

Resting Grian on his bed, Xisuma takes his armor off and changes into a more comfortable outfit. He then dumps the contents of his inventory into a nearby chest, returning to the bed and sitting in between Grian and Mumbo. He wraps one arm around both of them and rests his back against the headboard, finally allowing himself to relax.

As Xisuma rubs their arms in an attempt to soothe them, a single tear rolls down his face, the weight of the situation finally weighing on him.

By the time Xisuma falls asleep, his face is littered with tears, each one burning the harsh reality of the circumstance into his mind. 

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hehe don't mind me saying im gonna write and then disappearing off the face of the planet for a good week and a half-

QUESTION OF THE ONESHOT:
which season of the life series has been your favorite?

i love all of them but im a sucker for third life 
LIKE THE WHOLE RED KING THING WAS AMAZINGLY AWESOME AND I LOVE DESERTDUO ANGST THE WHOLE CACTUS RING AND PIZZA AND CANT FORGET ABOUT FLOWER HUSBANDS I JUST AGHHHHHH--

anyways ty for reading love u all make sure you drink water and eat food see you next time

<3