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Mumbo is a lot of things. He’s a great builder, good at Redstone and a very good friend. But, if you’d ask some of those friends, they’d all agree on the one thing Mumbo is most definitely not.
Quick to catch on.
It isn’t to chobblesome in normal day-to-day conversations, he’s often called a spoon, affectionately of course. But if you’d ask Grian and Scar, that one trait can be very frustrating. “I swear, Grian,” Scar muttered, shaking his head,” he’s as dense as a Ravager’s backside.” The other chuckled as he kept mixing ingredients together.
They were at Scar’s Elven Tree, on Christmas Eve and Mumbo was currently seated in front of the Christmas tree, putting in some more ornaments. Scar had been helping him, dropping the occasional flirty comment as per usual, but now he stood by Grian in the kitchen, outing his frustrations.
“Are you sure he likes us as we like him?” Scar asked with a pout, side-eyeing the moustached man in the living room. “I’m sure,” Grian said, wiping the counter,” He’s just… Mumbo-” A shrug. “- a big ol spoon.” Scar hummed, stealing some of the batter. Grian swatted at his hand. “If you’re sure…”
“We just need to show him in a more… direct way, maybe.” They had been flirting with Mumbo for a while now and there were multiple occasions were the 3 of them had discussed relationships and the such. And still, Mumbo hadn’t really acted upon any feelings, creating the self-doubt running through the two of them. They loved Mumbo dearly and they hoped above anything else, that Mumbo loved them just as much.
If only they knew the thoughts running through Mumbo’s head weren’t just about his next Redstone project. But alas, they had no clue about the strong feelings the man was desperately trying to suppress every time he laid his eyes on his two friends.
“I’ve got an idea,” Scar muttered. Grian grinned, seeing the mischievous glint in the other’s eyes. “Go for it.” As Scar walked briskly towards the hallway, ignoring Mumbo’s curious look, he had to refrain from skipping in joy. He knew exactly how to make it clear to Mumbo how much he loved him.
And how much he wanted to kiss the man silly.
So he gathered another box and went back into the living room. “Oh would you look at that,” he said, trying, and failing, not to grin,” we’ve got even more stuff to decorate with.” Mumbo’s eyebrows shot up in question. “Ah, okay,” he mumbled,” need help with that?” Scar sighed, ever so dramatically. “Oh Mumbo, dear sweet Mumbo, if you could?” he pointed towards the hallway,” there’s still a box. Could you go grab that one for me? It might be too heavy.”
“Suuure,” Mumbo said, totally not suspicious of the weird behaviour of the other man. He rose from his sitting position, multiple joint creaking, as he dusted himself off. He did shoot Scar a suspicious look as he walked past him, towards the box on the floor. Scar just whistled a merry tune.
As soon as Mumbo stepped out of the room, turning his back towards Scar, the other sprang into action. He quickly opened the box he had been carrying, rustling through it until he found what he was looking for. “This isn’t even that heavy,” he could hear Mumbo mutter as the moustached man picked up the remaining box. Scar quickly grabbed some tape, running back towards the doorway, before Mumbo could turn around. Grian stepped out of the kitchen just in time to see the chaos unfold.
Mumbo returned, box in hand, to Scar waiting for him in the doorway. He could barely fit past the other, shooting him an incredulous look as Scar did not make a move to get out of the way. He caught sight of Grian, who was grinning from ear to ear. “what’s going on-”
“Oh look,” Scar interrupted him, pointing up. Mumbo’s eyes followed it, ending on a tiny bush of green. His eyes widened and he let out a gasp as he realised what the little green thing was meant to be. “It’s Mistletoe!” Scar exclaimed with glee. “Ooh no-,” Mumbo started to protest, seemingly frightened,” oh no no no- mpf!”
That were all the no’s he could get out before a hand was on his cheek and lips on his. Absolutely stupefied by the fact Scar was kissing him and only now realising there was affair chance the other loved him back, Mumbo did what any gentleman would do in such a situation.
He dropped the box.
Right on top of Scar’s feet.
Ouch.
What a way to break up a loving kiss, with a pained cry. Scar was almost howling as he grabbed his foot, as Mumbo almost toppled over doing the same thing. Grian on the other hand, was absolutely wetting himself. He was on the floor already, uncontrollably giggling and shrieking with laughter.
What a sight to behold. Scar, now on the floor as well, still clutching his foot, couldn’t help but join in the laughter. And soon Mumbo’s laughter joined in as well. He was the only one still standing, but Grian’s next words almost literally floored him.
“Gosh you’re such idiots, that’s why I love you so much.”
The choked off noise Mumbo made, reduced all giggles. “I- what?” Mumbo squeaked out. “I love you,” Grian repeated, very calmly as he was leaning on his elbows. “Me too!” Scar exclaimed excited, still laying on his back on the floor. Mumbo’s eyes shifted from Grian’s soft smile, to Scar’s blissful expression and back to almost black eyes. He wiped a hand over his face.
“Are you sure?” was all he could muster. Grian tried his best not to laugh. “Of course!” Scar exclaimed,” And I love Grian as well. Just so we’re sure!” Mumbo tried to protest. Grian got up, dusting off his pants. “Will you just accept the fact that we are both in love with you, have been for years might I add-“ Another choked noise. “-and that we both really hope we get to kiss you silly?”
Grian had stepped closer, wondering if Mumbo had stopped functioning. He placed a hand on the other’s cheek, feeling how warm they had gotten. Not so strange as they were beet red by now. “You want to kiss me?” Mumbo breathed out. “scar, I believe is spoken for-” A giggle from the floor. “- as for me…” He pointed at the mistletoe above their heads.
“Now I kind of have to, but I really really want to.” Mumbo searched the other’s face for any indication he was lying, but he could find none. “Okay.”
“Okay?” A nod.
“Okay.”
Then lips pressed softly against his. Eyes closing and hands held steady. Mumbo got a bit lost in the sensation, not wanting it to end. Apparently, neither did Grian, for they almost lost their breaths. They parted with a sigh, eyes staring into each other’s soul. A soft gasp pulled them from their bubble, both looking down to see Scar with a dreamy expression on his face.
“Do I get a turn now?”
Mumbo chuckled and nodded. Scar sprung up, very excited, almost bumping the other two over when he locked lips with Mumbo. The kiss was a tad rougher, and messier, but he enjoyed it all the same. After a breath-taking moment, Scar released his hold on him. Only to place both hands on the side of Grian’s face, pulling him in for a kiss. It almost turned feverish as Grian met him with the same amount of enthusiasm.
Mumbo could only stare. Stare and wonder how he missed all the clear signs. He shook his head. Oh well. The two broke apart as an alarm went off in the kitchen. “Oh! The pie!” Grian said and went into the kitchen. Very normally, as if he hadn’t just proclaimed his love to two of his good friends and kissed them senseless.
“Ooooh, what kind?” Scar asked, licking his lips as he followed the other into the kitchen. Just as mundane, as if nothing had changed. Mumbo quite liked that. He preferred them as they were, with the added bonus of getting to love them.
“Scar! Step away from the pie!” he heard Grian yell, followed by an evil laugh. Yup, he wouldn’t want them any other way. As he joined them in the kitchen, the smell of freshly baked pie hit him and the view of the 2 loves of his life sharing a quick kiss. He called out.
“Save some for me!”