Grumbo Oneshots

Mumbo to the Rescue

Mumbo flew around his base, admiring his newly built farm. He'd spent countless hours on it and now that it was done, he could tell that all that time was worth it.

As he was flying around the server, he spotted a red figure surrounded by mobs. It was nighttime, so of course they were spawning, but whoever was down there needed some help.

As Mumbo descended, he realized that the person fighting the mobs was Grian. He didn't even have armor on and wasn't using a sword, either. Mumbo was about to ask Grian if he needed any help, but that question was quickly answered by a creeper that was about to explode behind Grian.

"Grian, watch out!" yelled Mumbo as he shoved Grian out of the way and took some of the explosion with his own body. The explosion had, of course, hurt Mumbo and also messed up his suit.

"That scared me," Grian breathed out, the impact from Mumbo's body, his own, and the ground took the breath out of Grian. "Than- Oh, sorry!" Grian realized he was on top of Mumbo, sitting on his stomach.

Grian quickly stood up and offered Mumbo a hand, which Mumbo accepted. "I'm so sorry," said Grian, trying to hide his deep red blush.

"Don't worry about that right now, there are still some mobs that need to be taken care of," Mumbo responded as an arrow whizzed by his head, narrowly missing it.

They fought off the monsters, taking care of each other whenever one got too close. Eventually, they got rid of them all, leaving Mumbo and Grian panting for air. Grian was looking off into the distance, but was interrupted by Mumbo placing a hand on his wrist, bringing Grian's arm up to examine it and placing his other hand on Grian's forearm.

"You have a cut," Mumbo pointed out. Grian looked down and sure enough, there was a cut, and it was bleeding. He suddenly felt the sting from the gash and he hissed out in pain. "We can go to my base and get you taken care of, if you'd like...?"

"Yes, please."

Mumbo rook out a boat and placed it down. "Hop in," he said to Grian as he got on. They left the area, but it would take a while to get back since they were very far from their bases. "Hey Grian?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's you armor and your tools? You weren't fighting with them."

"I don't know, I must have misplaced them. I was looking around to see if I could find my stuff, but then I got attacked by mobs."

"Do you have a backup set of armor?"

"No."

They made it to Mumbo's base and they got off the boat. Mumbo led Grian to his home tree and sat him down on his bed. "I'll be right back." Mumbo left Grian alone for a minute before coming back with a first aid kit. "I know it won't do much, but it's all I can do for now."

As Mumbo was disinfecting Grian's wound with an alcohol swab, Grian flinched and hissed, trying to remove his arm from Mumbo's grasp. Mumbo, however, didn't let Grian go, he tightened his grip. "I'm sorry, but you have to clean it properly or else you might get infected." Mumbo said to Grian, looking at his face. Mumbo soon finished with Grian, "Let's go."

Grian followed Mumbo to his water elevator and onto one of his storage areas. "Here," said Mumbo, dropping armor, rockets, and elytra, "you can keep it."

"Thank you."

"You're welc-" Mumbo was struck to silence as he felt something warm press up to his lips and realized that Grian gave him a small peck. When Grian pulled away, he flew away quickly, blushing like a madman. Mumbo brought his fingertips up to his lips and felt a blush beginning to creep up to his face, before he broke out into a smile.