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Grian loves his partners.
He absolutely adores them..
But maybe a little too much, to the point of actual obsession.
A point from a season that directly proved it was a moment in season 7, when False and Mumbo were hanging out, completely unaware of what was going to happen.
False blinked for a second, and Mumbo was just.. gone.
“Mumbo?” She raised a brow, looking for any trace of the redstoner, but not finding even a speck of dust where he had been. She proceeded to look up, and spotted a slightly terrified Mumbo, in grians arms being carried bridal style.
False broke into a fit of giggles as Mumbo was lifted away . Mumbo looked absolutely mortified, squeezing his eyes shut and wrapping his arms tightly around the neck of Grian.
Grian seemed to raise a brow at False, before glaring at her with an intense look. and if it wasn't literally False herself, she probably would've shivered but... she's False.
Another incident was with his other lover, Scar, who was just showing himself off to other hermits to get more sales in his terraforming shop, before he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He turned his head slowly, and found Grian enthusiastically creepy, and sweeping him off his feet. “Hey! G, I’m trying to get some very important customers here!” He squeaked out, face flushed with blush, and weakly attempting to get out of the strong grip.
Grian stayed silent, a quiet chirp coming from his mouth, before he blankly stared at Cub and Pearl, who were the unwilling willing customers who Scar had tried to persuade. “I’ll be taking him off your load, good day mate!” Grian let a strain smile enter his face, and turned around and flew away before he could see the reaction the two had. But he could hear the sound of confused mutters of the two a few moments before he had bolted.
Another time it had happened, the two knew how it was going to end.
Arguing.
“Oh come on! That’s wrong! Me and Tango have been doing… a lot!” Impulse exclaimed, obviously hesitating at the last part before ultimately deciding on the words he was saying.
Zedaph shook his head in a disapproving way, “You two have been quite literally lounging around all day.” Cleo entered the conversation with an amused grin, catching the attention of Joe who agreed with her as always.
Tango huffed, “Bdubs literally slept through the whole dang project,” his tone was irritated,
“Hey! Don’t bring me up when you can barley pay attention during a meeting!” Bdubs shouted, his over exaggerating emphasis on his words more obvious that usual. He was probably agitated...
But Tango easily matched his level of irritation when his mouth opened--
“Oh, just shut up you stupid little sh—“ Tango attempted to say, before being shut down by Impulse who placed a gentle hand on his mouth. Tango’s flames were lit even more than before, his fists clenched as he practically growled at Bdubs, who was also growing more agitated.
Bdubs childishly stuck his tongue out, before also being stopped by Etho who took him outside the meeting room to presumably scold him.
“Ah… so, moving on,” Xisuma chuckled nervously, moving on from the heated argument.
Mumbo, Scar and Grian were all caught up in their own world, until Mumbo headed to privately chat with Xisuma, and Scar separated from Grian to go discuss a possible deal with Cub, who seemed to like the idea that Scar had brought up earlier that season.
So… this left Grian alone, which was quite literally never a good idea.
Xisuma was just in the middle of doing something with Mumbo before he noticed Grian creeping up above from the two, from the sound of wings flapping in the air against the strong winds.
He raised a brow, “Uh, mate what are you doing…?” Mumbo looked confused, before noticing Xisuma was looking up. He followed where he was staring at, and saw Grian floating above the two.
“Hello, G,” Mumbo waved with a smile.
He didn’t see the look in Grian’s eyes.
By the time he noticed, it was too late.
Grian snatched him up again — bridal style.
“H-hey! Grian!” Mumbo shouted, struggling as Grian tossed him over his shoulder. He weakly thumped at Grian’s back, but the parrot's grip didn’t budge.
He gave up and went limp in his grip, Mumbo flushed, and his pale cheeks painted a light rosy red. Then, he realized where they were headed to — Scar.
Scar heard the distant noise of flapping from the air, and figured it to be the wind as he discussed different prices with Cub for their proposed business idea with him. “How much profit again?” Scar asked, not hearing him the first time he has said it.
“I’m asking for forty-five percent of the profit, Scar.” Cub sounded exasperated, as he shook his head.
Scar huffed, “Maybe you could go.. a bit lower?” He said, his voice going lower as he gave Cub the ‘look’.
Cub rolled his eyes, before opening up his mouth to ask, “and for what, might I ask?” He considered.
“Well… maybe I could tell you more.. privately?” He smiled — in reality Scar was talking about limited time hot guy merch! Who doesn’t want that? A sore loser.
The two were headed to Scar’s super-secret-totally hermit proof base, before Scar heard the sound of a powerful flap, and he was ten feet in the air.
“Oh shoot!” He screamed, eyes widening as he took in the massive height.
He heard Cub looking up and whistling lowly, before walking away as if he saw nothing, “Oh you come back mister! I wasn’t finished—“ his mouth was covered by the perpetrator’s hand — and Scar automatically knew who it was when he (admittedly shouldn't have) licked their hand.
“G!” He groaned, but his voice was muffled.
He was thrown over the Parrots left shoulder and he weakly gave up. He turned his head and helped when he saw Mumbo, who sighed and weakly waved at him with the strength he had left to do so.
“Did Grian just pick you up outta nowhere as well mate?” Scar nodded, about to puke from being upside down before Grian finally seemed to land — his nest. The three had spent many, many nights in it, whether it be together or separate they always ended the day there.
“Cmon, G, we have stuff to do!” Scar exclaimed, flailing his arms uselessly against the builder. The two were let go and dropped onto the array of pillows, blankets and items from the other hermits that were.. borrowed.
“No.” Was what the two were met with in response to Scars whining, and Mumbo’s whimpers of trying to escape.
A ding came from all there communicators, before they were swiftly snatched up by Grian who threw both Scar and Mumbos in the distant corner of the room where they couldn’t reach it.
He himself though, checked his communicator and was met with multiple hermits chatting about what had just conspired.
[Cubfan135] did anyone else just see grian snatch scar?
[Iskall85] yep! he did it with Mumbo as well
[Xisumavoid] right in front of my eyes too
[Falsesymmetry] he flew right by me mate
[Cubfan135] he’s been doing this all season, honestly it’s hard when your trying to talk to Mumbo or Scar
[Xisumavoid] we can discuss this topic at the next hermitcraft meeting, for now please don’t discuss the topic in the ww groupchat! :)
Grian threw his communicator alongside both Scar and Mumbo’s and perched above a couch near the nest, his eyes always on the two. Mumbo squirmed under the gaze of him, but Scar was somewhat used to it from the exact scenario happening in the life series.
“So.. mate, uh… how was your day?” Mumbo sheepishly asked, gazing at Grian who seems to enjoy when they talked,
Scar grinned — and Mumbo smiled softly.
“Well, thank you for asking! My day was going all-so well, and I was about to make the deal of a lifetime with Cubby—”
Grian growled at the mention of another hermit.
, “And then, I was very rudely interrupted, and snatched away! And boom, here I am, right beside you, Mister Mumbo Jumbo.” He grinned, kissing Mumbo softly, causing the said Man to flush, and his pale cheeks painted a light rosy red.
“What about you?” Scar giggled, watching as Mumbo stumbled over his words. “My..my day was alright mate, me n’ X were going to make plans to hang out together later—“
Grian intercepted, “No.” Mumbo looked down nervously, before looking up and asking, “Why? It’s just Xisuma.” Mumbo was trying to find the problem that Grian had with him hanging out with Xisuma.
“I said what I said, and that’s a No.” he left no room for arguments, and this was obvious for Mumbo who still tried to claim that it was being unfair.
“Either you stop arguing, or I’m making you the big spoon.” He swiftly added, and Mumbo shut his mouth, Scar giggled beside him and wrapped his arms around Mumbo in the form of a hug, which Mumbo melted into and whined. He blinked slowly, his consciousness fading away by each second passing.
“Go to bed, Scar.” Grian commented as he watched Mumbo fall limp against Scars chest.
Scar nodded and laid down, his arms still wrapped around Mumbo who was now fast asleep, and he drifted off into his own head.
Grian hummed softly, waiting a while before joining the two, making sure they were both comfortable.
Lying on the other side of Mumbo, he wrapped his wings around the two, making sure not to hit any of them too hard. Scar groggily wrapped his arms around Grian as well, and the three fell asleep.