#mumbo x reader

[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

can i request reader x hermits (seperate) ? like reader has a bunch of old scars and on a hot day they wear a tank top and expose all of their scars? completely okay if not AND TAKE CARE OF URSELF🫶

Okay, let me tell you, as someone with quite a visible scar on my face (I was a very courageous and dumb kid) and a few less visible ones on my hand, I get asked about it so so often and this request hits hard and I have decided to put my whole soul into it as headcanons. I've just picked a couple hermits I feel would have different reactions to it so here u go!

HEADCANON:

Grian

This boy is not going to mention it, like, at all

He has his own bad memories and sad backstory so he understands that you might not want to talk about it

The only reason he would ever talk about it would be if you ever showed any discomfort or insecurity about it

If you just never talked about it he wouldn’t either

Maybe at some point he would reassure you about yourself if you’re both deep in a relationship, but he would never explicitly mention the scars 

If you do mention them at all, it depends on how you approach it

He knows how to tell situations very well and I think he would still be careful about it

If you approach it humorously, like it doesn’t affect you then he will too

Maybe ask you where some of the bigger ones are from and expect you to tell him some good stories

If you get uncomfortable about them, or insecure he will reassure you

“I love you no matter what” or “I think they make you look cool”

He will always be supportive

Mumbo

He does try his best, but the moment he sees you he can’t help it

Shock on his face as he clearly looks you over

It’s clear he is concerned, and if you’re alone he will ask you about it

Stuff like if you’re okay, if you ever want to talk about it or if you need anything

If you reassure him you’re fine, he will totally dote on you after he is done being shocked

Will kiss your exposed scars and talk about how pretty or handsome you are to him

He will totally try to spend extra time with you, both because he learned a new thing about you that makes him love you even more but also because he is secretly making sure you’re totally okay

Even if you say you are, he would rather make sure

He will keep a little bit of a closer eye on everything you do and every little emotion you display just to keep himself sure you’re really okay

Either way he loves you how you are

Scar

This fool, this dumbass man

He cannot keep his mouth shut at all

He thinks communication is so much easier and better than having to just bottle things up or keep guessing what everyone else is thinking

So he just mentions it, asks where they’re from if you’re okay with him asking

He tries to guess it, if you’re not

The guesses will start out super detailed stories that are so far fetched as to ease you into it

“So this one is obviously from a wolf attack, where you managed to fight off 3 wolfs the size of the moon with nothing but your bare hands”

Then he will slowly try to reel it in and guess them more accurately

If one is sort of a piercing one, he will say you lost a duel in a bow fight

The one on your arm? That one is a cut from training your sword skills

He is just spitballing, trying to get it right

Either way he will pester you until you open up to him, he will not let it go

He thinks it’s so cool and really makes you look tough

Will ask you to protect him since you’re so strong

Will also definitely trace your scars whenever you are idle and he has the chance to

Even if you ask him not to, it just happens and he will laugh it off

He starts to slowly like them, the more he sees them

Every rare moment you show them, he slowly appreciates them more and more 

Really weird but he has favorites

He just loves them to be honest

It makes you so uniquely you

Etho

No matter what he will start out by making some sort of snarky little comment

“Did you fight your kitchen drawer and lose or something?”

It’s not mean spirited at all, it’s supposed to be humorous 

He just likes to approach things with lightheartedness and jokes 

He knows it might be a serious topic, but his objective is always to turn it into something fun or less serious to try and make you feel better about it

He won’t dote on you or reassure you like the others unless you open up about it

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you the way you are, his love is just more subtle like that

It’s small things you wouldn’t immediately notice about his reaction to it

Sometimes he will look at one of them and imagine the pain or maybe even accidentally imagine the person who might have given it to you

It’ll make him look at them with hatred, but it’s not directed at you even if it would seem that way

He’d make up little fantasies of revenge in his head to clear the thoughts

At this point you might even be the one who will have to reassure him that it’s no problem anymore, if it ever even was 

Bdubs

He will instantly be all over you, and no matter your approach he will be excited

Unless you just start straight up crying he won’t notice if you’re sad or insecure about them cause he is just so excited about seeing a different part of you

He’s the same as Scar where he wants to know where every little scar comes from

If it’s serious he will of course reassure you, but he will definitely also compliment them no matter what

He just think they suit you, and in the end Bdubs is sort of just a hopeless romantic

Anything that is a part of you, he loves it

Anything that is you is beautiful

Which in turn makes your scars beautiful too

He feels closer to you, looking at them because in the end it tells your story and your past, making him feel like he is closer to it 

It’s something he’s probably been sad about before, that not every inch of your life is tied together, that there are parts of you that he can’t be a part of which is before you met

But seeing the scars can help him understand that part, and sort of relate to you in a way that he finds very intimate

So of course he will pester you about them any given time they are on display

He does love them, just as much as he loves you

Pearl

She’s definitely the most careful out of all of them, at least out of the ones who want to approach the topic at all

As much as she is a rambunctious personality she is also an extremely caring thoughtful individual 

And as much as she doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries she also has to know you’re okay

So she approaches it very head on, but she picks her words very carefully

“I don’t know if you ever want to talk about it, but I’m willing to listen if you ever want to tell me anything about your scars.”

That’s all she ever says about it, and at that point it’s up to you to go to her about it

She wants to be as respectable to you about it as possible

She has the mindset that she doesn’t need to know if you don’t want her to know

As long as she’s sure you’re okay now, your past doesn’t matter to her

For what she thinks about them look wise, she does think they suit you

It’s not going to change how she thinks about you, knowing you have a few scars

And she has a couple herself so it doesn’t really matter

She still loves you

Tango

Tango is probably the one with the roughest reaction

He is pretty emotionally driven, and just seeing something like that on you genuinely breaks his heart

It’s almost like he is going through the pain you went through with every single scar at once

He’s almost just,,, getting teary eyed seeing you and you might get confused at the looks he is giving you as you see each other

You probably won’t understand exactly what is going on with him and he simply takes your hands in his and he stares at you before embracing you in a warm hug

He wants you to feel physically that he is there for you

“Where are these all from?”

You cannot get out of a heart to heart with this man, and even if it’s all from totally normal and uneventful encounters he still thinks it’s very serious

Even if it was not traumatic like, at all, just you at some point being in pain is awful to him

Just the few times you’ve gotten hurt while on the server with him has been awful for him so to know you’ve gone through pain that’s left scars is unbearable

He doesn’t like your scars, hands down I will just say it

He hates having a constant reminder that you experience pain because he wants nothing but happiness for you

Obviously it’s delusional to think you’d never experience anything bad, he knows that, but he still wants that to be the case so bad and having to see it every time just sucks for him

That’s not to say he doesn’t think you’re still beautiful, he does, he thinks you’re amazing

But he does just wish you’d never have to go through that 

Xisuma

Oh boy

His first thought, and I am sorry to admit this, would be how hot that is

He loves that type of thing, he can’t help it

This guy loves a man/woman with a story to tell, and scars to show

BUT that does not mean that the next thought isn’t slight worry

He’s been through it all, considering he is experienced with every kind of server and an admin who has had to consider all kinds of walks of life and he knows what some servers are like

That in itself has lead to him being very observant and mindful, and he also knows exactly how to handle it no matter what

He won’t ask, he will wait for you to come to him, if need be

If you do explain them, he will take it from there. Sad? He’s got just the right words to assure you that you’re both safe and that it changes nothing in his opinion of you (It does.. He finds it so hot)

Happy and uncaring? He is making the best jokes you’ve ever heard about it

There is no losing with this blessing of a man

[keymeadoww]

The Dinner

Characters: Poly! Grian x GTWS x Mumbo x M! Reader

Warnings: slight angst, kinda betrayal?, unaccepting family

Words: 2217

Prompt: N/A

I posted this on AO3 about a week ago and I thought i had posted it here too, but apparently I hadn't lol sorry!!

It was supposed to be easy to distance himself. Nothing was supposed to get through the encryptions and nothing was supposed to be able to get even close to his house. However, the letter made it into his hands. The letter seared itself into his brain as he thought about it all day and all night. For two days, he thought about the letter, memorizing every bit of it so he could think about what he would do.

It was a short letter, one containing only an invitation to dinner. Normally, one would feel delighted to get an invitation from one’s mother to attend a family dinner. However, Y/N felt nothing but dread. He would have been fine if his mother didn’t add the sneaky little thing she had.

Bring your girlfriend. I’ve heard you've gotten quite serious. The letter reads. That part is what got him. That’s the part that has him staying up all night. It wasn’t like she was wrong, he was in a very serious relationship. But he was not dating a woman. Nor was he dating just one person. No, he just had to be difficult for his mother and date three men.

He was conflicted. At one end, he wanted to go and introduce his family to his partners and his partners to his family, but at the same time, he knew the response he would get from his family. It would be anger and disappointment, maybe even hatred. He didn’t know if he could take a reaction like that. 

A knock shocked him from his thoughts. It was late, the darkness outside of his window told him that. He hesitated before going to open the door, hoping it wasn’t a zombie. It was a zombie, just not the one he was hoping it wasn’t. The door opened slowly to reveal the exhausted, yet caring, face of his neighbor. 

“What are you doing up so late, babes?” Cleo asked. He could hear the exhaustion in her words. “I saw your light was on and came to check on ya.”

He frowned, “Me? Why are you up so late?”

“Oi, I asked first.”

He didn’t laugh. In fact, his eyes burned from tears. None fell, but he knew they were there. “I can’t sleep. Not a crime, is it?”

Cleo’s expression softened and she gestured to the door. He nodded and she entered the building, closing the door behind her. The pair walked to the kitchen, where they sat at the island together. “What’s going on, babes? Do you need to talk?”

His mind was a mess. Did he want to talk? What would he talk about? The fact that his family expected him to bring his nonexistent girlfriend to dinner? His nonexistent girlfriend. The words echoed in his mind for a second before he stared at Cleo. 

“Cleo, will you be my girlfriend?”

Cleo’s eyes widened and she coughed, choking on air. “I- uh- What?!” She steadies herself quickly. “Mate, I know we’re close and all, but I don’t think your boyfriends would appreciate that very much.” He groans, placing his head in his arms. “What’s going on? Why’re you asking me something like that?”

“My mom invited me to dinner.”

Her eyebrows rose slightly, “Okay, that’s great.”

“She wants me to bring my girlfriend.”

Her expression shifted slightly, “Okay, less great. You haven’t come out to her?”

He shook his head, “No, well kind-of? I told her I was interested in boys, back when I was identifying as a bisexual, but I never told her I was gay. Or poly.” He frowned, “Even as a bisexual, she didn’t really accept me. She was always saying that she expected me to be with a girl regardless. She doesn’t really accept, I suppose.” He sighed, “I don’t want her to lash out at me or at them.” He said, referring to his boyfriends.

Cleo was quiet for a moment before she moved to cover his hand with her own. “Babes, I think you just have to talk to them about it. You know them, Grian, Mumbo, and Scar. You know they would figure it out. You should just talk to them.”

He sighed, “You’re right I know them. I know they’d want to go to dinner regardless. Just to see if she would accept it. But I know she won’t. I can’t say no to them, Cleo.”

Cleo smiled, “They’ll understand. I know they will. Just talk with them. Please? If you still want me to pretend to be your girlfriend, and your boys are okay with that, then I will gladly be your girlfriend. Deal?”

He hesitated before nodding, “Deal.”

The next morning, he woke up to hushed whispers surrounding him. 

“Aww, look at ‘im. He’s so cute when he’s sleeping.” 

“That he is.”

“Move out the way, you’re blocking my view of him!”

“Scar! Shush! You’re gonna wake him up!”

His eyes fluttered open, coming to view his adorable boyfriends. He noticed the positions they were in. Grian was perched above him on his bed’s headboard, Scar was leaning onto his fists at the end of the footboard, and Mumbo was sitting awkwardly at the foot of the bed.

Grian noticed his eyes had opened and whined, “Aww, you guys woke him up!”

Mambo scoffed, “I believe you mean you and Scar woke him up.” He smiled at his boyfriend.

Y/N’s mouth fitted into a grin, “Hey.” His voice was scratchy with sleep and Mumbo’s ears flushed. 

“Hey, pumpkin.” Scar grinned, moving to lay beside him in bed. “What were you dreamin’ about?”

He thought back to his dreams. It was a nightmare, actually. About how that dinner would go if he brought his partners. His real partners. “Uh, dreamt about y’all actually.” It wasn’t totally a lie.

Scar dramatically placed a hand over his heart, “Oh, how amazin’. I love it when you dream of us.”

Grian rolled his eyes, “You’re so dramatic!” 

“You love it.” 

Mumbo watched quietly before laying down to the right of his newly-awoken boyfriend. “Hey.” He mumbled as the other two talked together.

Y/N turned and grinned at his boyfriend, pressing his lips to his cheeks lightly, “Morning, my love.” 

Mumbo chuckled lightly, “Stop, you’re tickling me.” He laughed softly before his eyes focused on him again. “I got a message this morning. From Cleo.” He said quietly. “She said you had something important to talk to us about. I haven't mentioned it to the other two yet, though.”

A frown quickly replaced his calm smile. He sat up and sighed, “Oh, okay.” He hoisted himself out of bed, quickly getting ready for the day.

As he did so, Scar and Grian looked at him confused. Grian glanced at Mumbo, “Did we miss something? What happened?”

Mumbo sighed and shook his head, “Nothing yet.” 

Scar huffed, “Now wait one second, are you two hiding something from us?” He narrowed his eyes at Mumbo, who averted his gaze. He gasped, “You are! What is it?”

Grian’s feathers ruffled, “What do you mean, hiding something? Are you two keeping a secret?”

Y/N shook his head, “No, nothing. I just need to talk to you guys later.” He glanced at Mumbo with a reassuring smile, “Later, though. Not now.”

The three shared a glance of worry before nodding, “Okay.” They said simultaneously. He smiled, opening the door as he finished pulling his shirt on.

“Okay, come on, let's go make some breakfast.” The three hurried over, scrambling over to the kitchen, pushing each other as they went. He chuckled at his lovers, smiling to himself before he remembered the letter. He glanced to his bedroom, where the letter sat beside his bed. His name was called and he hurried to meet up with his loves.

Throughout the day, he tried to think of ways to talk about it with them. He really did try! It wasn’t like he was avoiding the entire thing and ignored the pointed looks Cleo gave him when he passed by. By the time the sun was setting, he still had yet to say anything.

While he was ignoring the issue, his boyfriends noticed something was wrong with him. He was acting weird and they knew something was up. While he was in the restroom, they talked about it.

“Well, Cleo said he had something he needed to talk to us about.” Mumbo muttered, twisting his mustache.

Grian hummed, “Maybe he got some bad news?”

Mumbo shrugged, “She didn’t tell me what it was about. Only that he wanted to talk.”

“Do you think he wants to break up with us?” 

The two turned to stare at Scar, an absurd look on their face. “What? No- I can’t imagine that's it.” Grian said with a final shake of his head. “Are you worried about that, love?” 

Scar nodded, “No, no, you're right. Sorry. I just don’t know what else it could be.”

“I think we ask him when he comes back.” Mumbo suggested. The other two nodded and they waited patiently for their boyfriend to return.

When he eventually made his way back into the living room, he noticed the slight tension in the room. “Uh, are you okay, my loves?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing. 

“We should be asking you that question.” Grian said, urging Y/N into a seat. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting off all day.”

“And about what Cleo said-”

Y/N sighed, “Why did they have to bring that up?” He groaned quietly before rubbing his eyes lightly. “Okay, fine. I was invited to bring my girlfriend to family dinner.” 

The trio in front of him were quiet for a second before Scar interrupted. “Hmm, okay, see, I think I misheard you. Because I thought you said bring your girlfriend.” He laughed until he realized nobody joined him and paused. “I didn’t mishear, did I?”

Y/N shook his head. “I haven’t come out to my family, especially my mother.” He hesitated before continuing, “I asked Cleo last night to pretend to be my girlfriend for the dinner.” His boyfriends were quiet again, but he noticed how they slouched. “She declined and told me I should talk to you guys about it. I guess- I was just nervous. My mother has been my role model for years. I tried to come out as bi to her before I realized I was gay and she basically said she wouldn’t accept anyone other than a girl as my partner. I don’t think she’ll react well to me being in a serious relationship with three boys.”

Grian decided to speak up. “You asked Cleo to be your girlfriend instead of just talking to us?”

He closed his eyes tightly, “Yes. It was stupid. I’m so sorry. I panicked and I didn’t know what else to do. I love my mom, and I couldn’t stand her not accepting me or my partners.”

They were quiet again. Nobody spoke for minutes. Tension rose and Y/N could feel his throat getting tighter and his eyes burning. He kept his eyes closed, counting silently to keep his panic attack at bay.

“You could have just talked to us, y’know?” Scar eventually said. “We love you. We don’t want you to miss out on your family.” He glanced towards his boyfriends. “We care about you. So much.”

Mumbo nodded softly, “Yeah. We do. Uhm, if you really want to bring Cleo as your faux girlfriend, I won’t be upset. I understand how much your mom means to you.”

It took a little bit for Grian to speak. He curled himself into his wings, “I love you. I don’t want you thinking we won’t accept your decisions. If you want to go with her, fine.”

He stared at them with an absurd expression, “What? No! You guys are supposed to be mad at me. Why aren’t you mad at me?”

“Because we care about you.” Scar repeated. “We understand that you’re under a lot of stress. We know you love us. Mistakes happen. It's okay.” He paused before trying to lighten the mood, “But, y’know, Grian can play a mean girl if you wanted.” 

He laughed, wiping his eyes. “You guys- You are so amazing. I love you.” He pressed his lips to Scar’s. Before kissing Grian and Mumbo in a similar fashion. “I- I want my mom to know who I am seeing.” He mumbles. “I don’t want to lie to her.” They stayed quiet as they waited for him to finish. “I- I guess I’ll have to live with whatever she decides to say. Will you go with me, my loves?”

“Of course.” Mumbo said, taking his hand and pressing his lips to his knuckles. 

Scar grinned, “Can’t leave my prince all alone there, huh?”

Grian hesitated before nodding, “Yeah, yeah, of course, love.” 

Y/N grinned, pulling the three into a huge hug. “I love you guys so much. So much more than anything in the world. Thank you for being patient and for loving me.”

“Ah, well, we couldn’t really help that last part. It just kinda happened.” Scar jested, poking fun at the situation. All of them laughed before they decided to head to bed, cuddling throughout the night and talking about the dinner that awaited them.

[poetthewriter]

HAII the one and only baby girl here

imma send this ask again bc i sent it on my laotop and I literally never have any of my asks go through on my laptop so

i was wondering if you could write vamp!mumbo and a winged reader where reader like uses their wings to protect mumbo from the sun:0

ALSO HAI WELCOME MOONY ANON

Hope ur doing well :3

-🪶

Feather! im so sorry if this is bad and or short i hope its okay<3

VampireMumbo x GnWingedReader

Sunburned

You two sit in the entrance of your home putting on shoes, Mumbo puts on his fancy dress shoes well you put on your own, you silently laugh as you see his shoes wondering why you love is always so dressed up even in this hot weather.

You would think that being a vampire is hard enough not being able to be In the blistering sun but wearing something so hot in this weather makes you think you fallen for a mad man.

Finishing the laces on your shoe you and Mumbo walk out the door and you follow along skipping up behind to catch up with him, a black umbrella rests atop his shoulder and covers his skin, a shadow falls down covering his figure that smiles down at you.

Scars litter your boyfriends hand from all the times he accidentally let himself be hit by the sun, a red tint finds its self on the newer slaps of the sun and a calmer brown rests on the old.

The two of you chat hand in hand deciding where you need to go for what items and any other options and ideas come to mind but something seems to not like your voices. The wind howls as it gets stronger, the once hot air chills at it hit the two of you back, although the heat settles down the sun still blisters down on you and not so lucky for Mumbo the wind doesn’t seem to like him.

As the bursts of air pounce down on you and Mumbo his umbrella fly's out of his grip, as soon as his cover goes flying his skin reacts, yelps and the sound of sizzling are all you can hear, it feels like everything is in slow-motion. you act quick and rip open you wings hovering them over mumbo, he's doubled over skin burnt and different groans and yaps are heard from him.

you swoop down and pick him up gently with encouraging words, praise well as worried remarks like asking if he is okay and for him to hold on. with the amount of pain he is in he can hardly respond so you carry him surrounding your wings around his fragile body well sprinting back to the house.

skirring around you search and trash the house, Mumbo lays in bed and jolts around at the feeling of pain, ointments, creams, aloe, pills and water all lay around as you franticly try to calm him down, thrashing and throwing you grab Mumbo's non burned cheeks and force him to look at you, you look in his eyes and slowly kiss him as his eyes start to water.

you break from the kiss and beg him to stay still and he tries his best as he holds himself back from crying and yelling. you slowly tilt the water at Mumbo's lips so that he can swallow a pill for the pain, and he chugs it all some water slipping down twitching lips, his lips are not the only thing twitching any more, as you apply the creams and ointments he moves around even till you put the bandages on.

after applying the substances you sit next to the bed holding one to his unburnt finger humming and having a one sided conversation. he slowly drifts off to sleep and the tears stop falling, you sigh out after not realizing you have been holding your breath, you shutter slightly and Mumbo's movements but decide to get up and laydown on the other side of the bed after turning off all the heat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

its been a few days since the burning and Zed came over and took mumbo to his place to heal him with some remittees that he made, you haven't been able to talk to him for a few days and it was taking a toll on you seeing your love in so much pain haunted you, you sit on the couch with your hands holding up your hand and a knock bangs through the house, you assume its zed coming to report or a hermit coming to check in but it better then any of those, Mumbo stand at the front door with a new umbrella in his hand and a healed body>

You don't run to mumbo scared you still might hurt him but when he gently smiles at you, you cant help your self, you walk over and hold his tired face. you look at him with sorrow filled eyes and he only has one response and that is to kiss you, you feel his lips on yours and all of you angst and sadness washes away in to the air. looking at him he looks and smiles at you as you continue to stroke his cheek....

"You stupid bat...." you say with quite voice and pull him in as if you will never let go.

[lunar-writes-things]

Alright, alright. Hear me out. There is not enough boatem x reader on tumblr, so can we get a fic set in the SoB universe, like, a cute date night with all the babys? Or even like, a moment during season nine where boatem has to reassure the reader that they'll still love them even if they don't live in a big group anymore?

To make a wrong right

Pairing: Boatem X Reader

Summary: In which your preparation for a date is misinterpreted. 

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Extra notes: ooooooo- MY BABIES!!!! I so missed writing for them!!! Enjoy!

Content warnings (If any): None 

WC: 1.6k

Season Nine was exhilarating for you.

Starting off the season with Your partners (That felt wonderful to say, even after three months in the void) and making a few small bases around Spawn that held you five together, often coming together in your home since Grian was already almost always there and so were you.

But soon, the blissfulness of spawn faded, and soon blueprints began to form. 

This season? You were a God

Your wings grew large, even without the elytra, and your eyes burned so white you had to wear a white wrap around them to prevent you from hurting your lovers. 

Even so, they loved you more and more, and you loved all the more.

This season you chose snowy mountains to build on. High in the clouds to create a Greek city with pantheons for each of the twelve main gods and goddesses, with the biggest one in the middle for you. 

It was a project of size you had never done before, but nonetheless, you were excited. Not everyone could say they built a city in the clouds. 

unfortunately, with huge projects comes huge consequences. 

Like not being able to spend time with your lovers. 

They and you still visited each other, but now the task was tedious. You lived far from your partners, and it hurt your heart not to see them as much as you used to, but you knew that once you finished the inside of this build, you would bring them up as soon as possible and make sure they had their fill of time together. 

However...That would be a long time from now... 

The Boatem crew met without their angel in Grian's base. It had been a few months since they'd seen you and Mumbo had just got back from his hibernation. 

"They aren't here..." Mumbo said and slumped down 

"Yeah..." Pearl hummed and looked out, worried. "Do you think they are okay?" 

"I'm sure they're fine," Impulse spoke up and pulled Pearl into his lap before pressing small kisses to her face "They've been really absorbed into that base of theirs. Barely listened to me when I invited them."

There was a moment of silence before Scar spoke up and asked, "Do you think... Do you think they may not love us anymore?" 

The silence thickened so much that they couldn't breathe. 

"Don't say that-" Grian said, voice hoarse and thick with tears "No- Y/n is just busy. We all know how she gets when it comes to their builds and we know why." 

"Agreed..." Mumbo trailed off 

Still, Scar's question echoed through their heads even as they cheered up and continued with Mumbo's welcome home party. 

So that night, as they were all curled into each other, attempting to sleep, Grian asked "Do... Do you really think that would be the case?"

"Could it possibly have happened because we're so far from them?" Pearl whispered 

"No, It couldn't be..." Impulse trailed off. "Could it?"

The group felt the doubt sink in, and it was suffocating. 

Meanwhile, You were curled up in your own bed outside, shivering underneath the thin blanket and beautiful start that seemed to be taunting you. 

You were cold and alone and missing your partners so deeply. 

It killed you to be so far away from them, and today Mumbo had come home, and you weren't there. 

You had realized it far too late to show up for the party the boatem crew had organized, and you felt horrible for leaving your partners high and dry...

Just like you have for the last past few months...

Your heart ached at the thought of them without you, but it's not like you could complain... you did this to yourself. 

Still, it broke your heart to be away from the people you love oh so much. 

The reason you were rushing this build as fast as possible. 

And next week, it will be worth it. 

All you had to finish was the roof and the interiors, and you would be done. 

And with those final touches, you could finally prepare for something you wanted to do all season. 

Propose. 

And you needed it to be perfect. The Pantheon needed to be finished and the rooms decorated, but soon you would marry the people who made you feel whole again. 

A week later, Grian walked out of his base to find a chest filled with flowers and a letter. 

Dear Grian, 

Come to my Megabase at 8 pm

I have something I would love to talk to you and the rest of Boatem about. 

Y/n's Harmony 

He re-read the thing multiple times before he looked up at Mumbo, who had just come out of his own base a few minutes ago in horror

It seemed as if they were thinking the same thing

"ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH US?" Pearl cried as you stepped out of their base to see the woman looking up at you 

"What-?" You asked softly before the four men asked and looked desperately for Pearl until they saw her crying and froze 

"Oh, my love," You cooed, kneeling down to her level and wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her close, "Whatever made you think that?" 

But despite Pearl's sniffling, the silence was deafening, and You felt guilt absolutely crush your heart. 

"Did-" You looked up with horror in your eyes. "Did all of you think that?" 

There were hesitant nods, and tears filled your eyes

"We thought," Scar started softly, "We thought you didn't love us anymore, and we figured it was because we didn't live as close as we used to." 

"Oh, My sweet Vex," You whispered to Scar before looking at her lovers and softly saying, "My sweet Symphony, There will never be any reason for me to stop loving you. Not even death will allow me to stop loving you, for you are engraved in my soul, embedded into my heart and you are my sole reason for living." 

You open your free arm, and the other members come rushing in

You basked in their warmth, in their love. You smother them in small kisses and whisper apologies. You begged for their forgiveness for ever making them feel that way. For daring even to make them think you didn't love them.

Once they calmed down and moved into the living room of your home, they noticed it was fully finished. 

"When did you-" Impulse asked 

"Just before you all got here." You answered, "I was supposed to be more dressed up and clean, but you all came early." 

"Dressed up?" Mumbo asked, "For what?" 

Thats when you got embarrassed. 

"Well, first off, I was supposed to serenade you as you all came in," You admitted. "Then I was going to show you the awesome dinner I made, and then I had a surprise for you all." 

"A surprise?" Grian asked, and you flushed 

the rings you had planned to propose with are in your room, you had planned to stuff them in the kitchen after you cleaned up but you didn't have time to... 

welp- 

there was no time like the present. 

"Give me a second." You said and squirmed out of the cuddle pile before heading to your room and grabbing the five boxes with each of their respective boxes

Taking a deep breath, you walked out of your room and called to your lovers 

"Close your eyes for me?" 

There was a confused flurry of agreements, and you peeked out t see all f them had closed their eyes. You walked out with light steps and grabbed their hand as you gently placed each of their velvet boxes in them. 

Red for Grian

Yellow for Impulse

Dark Blue for Pearl

Black for Mumbo

and A light copper green for Scar.

Each colored box had a ring that matched them. Their signature color and personality in a ring you had made for them. 

So now, on one knee you cleared their throat and said "Open your eyes and the box." 

There were soft gasps, and you gave a soft smile. "My plan fell through quite a bit, but Overall, I'm glad I still had a chance to do this. So I ask the question, Will you marry me?" 

There was deafening silence before you were suddenly tackled by Impulse, who pressed kisses all over your face, beard scratching your skin as he nuzzled into you and whispered a million yeses 

"I, personally, would love to marry you, Y/n." Impulse said and pressed a long slow kiss to your lips that took your breath away 

With those words, it seems that it snapped whatever spell was on the rest of Boatem, and they all attacked you with hugs, Tears, and kisses with various versions of the same word

Yes

Your heart swelled as tears welled in your eyes as you kissed them back. Making sure they felt the love in your touch, you wanted to worship them like they had worshipped you early on in their relationship. 

The laughs and smiles of your partners were a beautiful symphony to your ears.

You loved your partners, and you were now able to spend the rest of your days with them. How wonderful. 

[elis-corner]

Multiple comfort hermits? feeling down mentally atm...

Anon, you sent this at the exact time I was reading comfort Hermit fics.

And yes I lost motivation halfway at one point, but two months later and I'm back XD

Hope you're okay, love <3 Enjoy the selection of Hermits decided on by my good pal Kat

Rendog

Ren considers some of his canine traits to be advantages. Entirely understandable. A superb sense of smell, sensitive hearing… who wouldn’t be appreciative? At least, as long as you’re not near Bdubs, sensitive hearing is great.

There are times when he finds himself appreciating them more, though.

Until you’d met Ren, it was only a myth in your eyes that dogs were extremely empathetic. It didn’t take long for your opinion to change.

He was the one you knew you could turn to for comfort and to have someone who’d just be there to sit and listen

It meant the world.

Sometimes, though, life throws things at you that are hard to handle, and it becomes a struggle to open up and be honest with others and yourself.

It’s times like that when Ren works his magic.

The moment he walks into your base he knows something is up You’re not bustling around, working or planning whatever new idea you’ve concocted. Instead, he can hear your quiet sniffles from a few rooms over.

Within a second he’s speeding in the direction of your voice, and the moment he finds you he’s sitting beside you, pulling you close so he can hug you

His grip is tight as he asks what’s wrong, the concern in his voice so painstakingly obvious that all your emotions begin to come flooding out.

He sits there and listens to you, tossing whatever assurance or compliment or opinion he feels you need. If it’s real bad he’ll pull out the jokes. If you don’t show a hint of a smile it’s innuendos from then on.

He doesn’t leave your side, even if you insist you’re feeling better, and if any other hermit offers to help instead it’ll become more persistentHe’s a bit possessive. Just a bit.

He can’t stand the idea of you being there alone, and though occasionally annoying, it’s more endearing than anything.

There have been incidents when he’s gotten a bit too worried, though…

‘I’m serious, Y/n! It’s alright! You can talk to me!’ ‘Ren, I’m not in the mood or state to have you over. I’m getting changed. Please, can you just lea–.’

Needless to say he believed you the next time you used that “excuse”.

Xisuma

Can I even begin to describe X finding out you’re not having a great time? The answer is I can.

Think concern, hugs, words of comfort, and lots of empathy and attention

Think of a sad puppy. That’s him. Without taking how jacked he is into consideration.

On one of his regular checkups making sure you’re okay he’s bound to have figured out something isn’t right

He won’t outright address it at first, instead giving you as much space and time as you need

If you don’t want to talk he won’t force you to

When you inevitably approach him, though, it’s all love and care for the next month or so.

Compliments, stories, hugs, little activities for the two of you to do together… anything to see you smile again 

It breaks his heart seeing you upset ❤️

Mumbo

Man doesn’t quite know what to do.

What if he makes it worse? What if it doesn’t help?

Mumbo is either going to do something small and sweet or huge and sweet.

Either way, there’s a 50% chance of it going wrong.

But that’s okay! It’s part of the charm! You laughing at him almost burning his base down was entirely part of his plan!

There’s not much to write since it could be summarised in a single sentence: He has no clue what to do, but the man’s trying his best *insert TBH creature face here*

Scar

mmmmmmmm the way he hums while he builds, the way he talks to himself, the weird little noises he makes when he takes too much fall damage or is jumped asdakjdahdkajshdaskjdh adorbs :sob (Note: this part was written by Kat but I’m leaving it here)

When you’re upset he doesn’t really understand the concept of personal space Prepare to be swaddled in blankets, love, comfort foods… whatever he can think to give you

If there’s something he thinks (or knows) you like, you can be sure as hell he’ll do it. He’ll sing your favourite songs, put on your favourite movie, go shirtless if you’re into that… anything for you.

Will Scar sit and listen? Of course! What else is he there for?

Jellie, being the best girl she is, leaves Scar’s side to snuggle with you. No scratching today, just adorable love.

Speaking of adorable love; the look of pure love and admiration Scar gives you while you talk. Man knows how to validate your feelings for sure.

If you’re still not happy after a day of treatment by Scar, don’t fall asleep. It may be a good thing to rest, but know that he’s going to ask either Cub or Grian for advice, and that’ll end in disaster.

By the end of it, you’ll be all laughs and giggles (or groans of annoyance), and Scar will be able to sleep easy knowing he made your day the slightest bit better.

[catastrophe-cole]

Hello! Could you write a Mumbo Jumbo x a easily flustered Reader? Just Mumbo flirting to get them all blushy and stuttery because he finds it adorable and endearing :]

Paid With A Kiss?

Word count: 1690 words

Summary: Mumbo Jumbo is a gentleman, he would never ever tease you for how adorable you acted around him, and he would never exploit such adorable trait of yours. Unfortunately, under the influence of red life, he seems to lose just a few knot of his self control.

Genre: Romantic // small mention of injury and blood

Author's Note: I feel like this went a bit off than what the request is supposed to be but I love how it turned out so I hope you like it too!

Mumbo is known, or at least, seen as one of the hermits who are quite meek and shy at first hand. His gentlemanly attitude and choice of fashion gives the impression that he would faint at the slight gesture or display of affection from a person he admires.

And for a good while you believe it.

Knowing and befriending him for so long, his stuttering and easily flustered self has become a sort of endearing. Not that you would ever admit about it right up to his face, but you enjoy seeing his pale complexity turn red.

That's as far as what you had experienced and known of. And most of it seems to change starting from that one time the two of you are a part of Last Life.

Despite being on red, Mumbo seems to be heavily attached to you despite your yellow status. You had given him a life or two before during the series, you offered him another, to help him back up to yellow, but he kindly refused your offer.

And somehow you let him stay around your base. You let him use your mining entrance, breed and slay your cow, dump all his resources into your chest, etc etc.

It feels.. Fairly intimate, to share this level of trust with a red name if you have to admit.

Though you're not one to complain, the server's currently in absolute chaos with all the plotting and revenge against each other, you'd much prefer to have Mumbo as an ally during such time, especially since you have a couple of life to spare still.

That, and perhaps one other reason.

During the time of Mumbo being on red and yellow, he feels a bit more.. Aggressive, somehow. He voice his opinion more and he doesn't hesitate to grab your hand and pull you away from situations should things escalate south.

You can't say you hate it.

Every time he'd seemingly casually grab your hand you would use your sleeve to hide your face while following him to wherever he takes you, tactically hiding your growing blush due to the absolute crush you have on the moustache man. Though unfortunately, you're not very subtle at it.

Mumbo noticed it, of course. Being by your side ever, giving his loyalty to you after you had given him a life, all are mere ploy to stay close to you and pull these reactions with ease.

He was one of the unfortunate one, starting off with only two lives. Though he was lucky that he stumbled upon you during the early time the server starts, as you offered him your life in exchange for his aid should you need his assistance.

He was super relieved back then, and perhaps was a bit into the moment, when he just instinctively grabbed your hand that had given him life and planted a chaste kiss on your knuckles. His lips ghosting on your skin as his eyes closed shut, before he stares up to you from the ground, and swears his loyalty until the end.

That was the start of how he found out how absolutely adorable you are, blushing by his boldness.

He'll admit that he's not the best at relationship and the likes, but damn the Void he'll cross the End just to see you flinch and look away while hiding your blush after he had touched you in the most innocent way.

And perhaps it was the effect of the red life that made him bolder by day.

You have done a little bit of exploring outside your base to find Scar and see if he's willing to trade for you to use the enchanter. You wanted to give Mumbo a small extra protection since he seems to be keen on not having you waste another life on him.

Unfortunately enough during your secret meeting with the mage, a stray skeleton and a couple of creepers had come by and decided that it was right to break your shield and let one of their stray arrows hit your shoulder. You're fine, a little bit scathe, but the situation wasn't life threatening.

It's just that the pain on your arm hurts like hell. Healing takes time, and even after you have walked through blocks and blocks of terrain back to your home, that time is still not enough.

Mumbo noticed this, of course, as he had been taking care of what seems to be a small miniature of redstone traps right by the front of your base. He had never gotten up from his seat so fast as he rushed to your side, grabbing you by your healthy arm as he looked at you with concerned eyes that burned with glint of anger behind them.

"What happened- I.. Who did this?!" He was furious, not to you obviously, but to anyone or anything that had caused your arm to bleed through your ripped sleeve.

You shook your head, hand resting by his chest, giving him a small smile, "No one, Mumbo. Calm down. It was just a skeleton with an enchanted bow who attacked me and Scar."

"You and.. Scar?" Your answer doesn't seem to satisfy him as he still seems as furious and as anxious as before, "What were you- Love what were you doing with him? I told you not to venture too far! Joel is out like mad, I don't want you to risk it!"

You can feel your cheek grows hotter, not by the pain on your arm but by the affectionate pet name he had just casually given you. Trying to brush it off casually, you turned to your inventory.

"No- No Mumbo it's fine. I'm- I'm fine, we were fine. We picked a good spot away from everyone. And besides I need to use the enchanter from him."

"I could've gone out there instead of you.."

"Well, yes but then I wouldn't be able to give you this." Before Mumbo could feel further guilt, you pull out a shining diamond chestplate, one that is lightly glomming with purple aura of enchantment.

"You had.. Done a lot for me, a lot more than what we actually had agreed on and I'm.. The only thing I can offer you is my life. And since you seems to insist that you don't want me to give my life to you, I thought maybe.." you took a deep breath, clutching the chest plate while still looking away from him, somewh growing slightly embarrassed because you noticed the way he gave you almost the entirety of his focus to your words

".. I thought maybe, I could give you some extra protection instead. You know, to keep you safe—"

Before you can finish, he has pulled you into his chest. Arms wrapped around you securely, careful as to not squeeze your wounded arm as he holds you there.

"Wh- Mumbo?! What're you—" again, he interrupted your words with his action. He promptly buried his face into your hair, holding the back of your head before he does what you can only assume to be kissing the crown of your head.

You're pressed against his chest but Void can you hear your own heartbeat hammering against your eardrums.

"Thank you." He mumbled to your hair. You couldn't reply to his words as he pulled away, staring down at you with a thin yet beautiful smile.

You're acting like a fool, that's what's happening. You really want to reply to his words and actions, anything, but you can only timidly mumble out a 'you're welcome' as you promptly try to hide yourself away from him. Which are quite difficult, considering that he had basically eradicated any distance between the two of you.

You, not paying attention to his handsome face, missed the moment that his genuine smile turned into a mischievous one as he tilted his head to the side, trying to get a good look at your flustered expression.

Not being able to actually get a good view of you, he gently slid his hand towards you jaw, holding your face gently, caressing your cheek with his thumb before subtly lifting your face up to see him.

He's so ridiculously smug by the fact that you seem quite dumbfounded by his actions. Instinctively, he slid his thumb over to your chin, caressing softly before he let his touch ghost over your lips.

"I thought I was the one who's supposed to be flustered by this grand gift?" He chuckled, watching you swallow your lips as if you were simply at a loss for words. He's so close, everything feels so hot and your heart is absolutely going wild. Was this a dream?

"Let me pay you back with something more valuable than this chestplate, love."

He can't seem to hold himself back, properly cupping your face in his hand, he promptly leans forward with his lips aligned with yours. Just a few inches away from your lips, his moustache lightly caresses your face, before he just slides up and kisses the space between your eyebrows instead.

"Cute."

You just got clickbaited!

You can only stare up at him in absolute disbelief. His mischievous smirk is there just as he pulls away from you. Honestly you were about to whack him with the diamond chestplate and cause some thorn injury, but when you see the slight disappointment and glint of hope in his eyes, you curbed the violent urge away. And instead, use that rage to grab onto his red tie, and yank him down back to your level.

"I- I'm sorry, Mumbo." You swallow hard, staring at his widened eyes, "But- A.. That- I don't think that'll be enough to pay me back for this.. Uh, diamond chestplate."

It seems like he's the one who's baffled. It took him a minute, too entranced and in love with how flustered you look and how bold you've suddenly become, but he's quick to regain his composure and took position for your request.

"Well, then I guess on the lips is the proper demand. I would not want to be indebted to you for long."

[prianya]

request time!

so i was thinking last life! reader staying friends with n protecting Mumbo while he's on red even tho they're not, maybe paired with them trying to convince mumbo to let them give him a life

i've not seen mumbo's pov yet but from what i saw of him in others' vids he deserved so much better the poor man

-🪷

Golden Glow

Mumbo x Reader • Romantic

Word Count • 1022 words

Summary • As an argument reaches a silent crescendo, there's a resolution. While silent, it is still beautiful.

Note • God, the new year is already difficult, and it hasn't even been two weeks. Also, I'm sorry for the gaps in posting, I've been so busy with school and it feels like I can't do anything these days. Enjoy!

The field of wheat rolls out in front of you, golden stalks swaying in the wind. You had been hard at work for hours, hand-harvesting the crops with your sickle. Still, the amount of crop surpasses the sunlight you have left, the sun already starting to meet the horizon. You drop the sickle, wiping your face and looking back at the house. Mumbo sits on the porch, a bag of mixed vegetables next to him. He had come by your farm to help you, at your insistence. He had made his own conditions, however, and limited himself to pulling vegetables as to not give himself any type of weapon. You had scoffed at the words, almost offended as he gave you the reason for it. To not put himself in a position to hurt you, he said.

“To not hurt me. Void, I could laugh,” you say, crossing your arms as you scowled at him. He just withers under the look, trying idly to displace your annoyance. You finally just roll your eyes, throwing the sickle at his feet.

“Pick it up,” is all you say, and Mumbo just gapes at it.

“I. I can’t.” he finally says, standing as if to run from the tool. You pick it up, taking steady steps towards his retreating form. You catch him at the door, taking one of his hands and forcing it open. The sickle’s leather handle fits into his palm easily, having been molded over weeks of use.

“Wait-,” is all he managed to say, his hand falling to his side as you let go and step back.

“See? It’s fine. It wouldn’t even be a problem if you would just let me give you a life. You’re so stubborn,” you say, watching as his face goes from panic, to shock, and then to relief. 

“Oh my void. Never do that again,” he sighs out roughly, the relief heavy on his face. He ignores the last statement, favoring the action of walking inside.

You just frown, watching as he haphazardly drops the tool – weapon – on the porch. You follow shortly after, picking up the bag of vegetables he left on the porch in his panic. You both stop inside the kitchen and settle into your routine of washing and preparing the vegetables. He stationed himself at the sink, scrubbing the vegetables of dirt and off of their surfaces. You take the vegetables, setting aside the ones you plan to use for dinner. You begin chopping potatoes, quartering them neatly and pouring them in the pot on the stove. Neither of you pause in your actions as you talk, a well-oiled machine through years of camaraderie. 

“I saw a frog by your crops today,” Mumbo says, moving himself from the sink to the chopping boar opposite of yours on the kitchen island.

“Oh really? I haven’t seen any in a while. It’s getting close to the start of the winter and the biome closest to here is pretty cold.” you say, placing down your knife and carrying the pot of mixed vegetables to the stove. You add water, mixing spices throughout as you let it boil. Mumbo finishes cutting the last of the vegetables, pouring a mix of potatoes and carrots into the pot. Dinner comes quickly, and the two of you share the hot meal. You’re slumped at the table, the energy of the day wearing off as the fatigue of fieldwork sets in. Mumbo watches you slump, and sighs.

“Hey, go lay down. It’s late and you’re half asleep. Your stew will still be here in the morning,” he says gently, helping you out of your chair and placing both yours and his bowl on the counter. Leading you to bed, you both lay down. Your head hits the covers, and instead of sleeping, you observe Mumbo. He seems to be waiting for you to fall asleep, yet you just watch.

You stare at him as he faces the ceiling, your hands pinned under your face as you look. He’s stoic, almost unmoving as he thinks to space. The setting sun hits the window, painting his and your own face in beautiful golden-orange lighting. You almost miss his eyes darting towards the side, his eyes catching yours in the evening light. The room grows darker through your silence, and glowing reds and greens fill the space.

“Why?” Mumbo asks, his eyes finding yours in the dark. You just stare, his eyes almost maroon from the glow of his tattoo.

“Why what?” you finally say, humming quietly as he debates his answer.

“Why do you stay,” he starts, “when you would be safer anywhere else? You endanger yourself every time you step in this room, let alone get close to me. Why chance it?” He ends in a whisper, almost as if he were afraid his words would make you realize. Your face softens, and you give a small sigh.

“I stay for you, Mumbo. You’re the love of my life. I couldn’t leave you if I tried, it would hurt too much.” He just stares at the ceiling again, and you lay your head down once again. You grab his hand, and you meet no resistance like usual. You hum to fill the tense silence, and watch as green fades to yellow, until the only light you can see is that pale gold.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your eyelids drooping as you keep hold of his hand. He smiles gently at you, taking your hand and kissing the pads of your fingers. He lays your hand on his heart, and the turn of his head reveals the newly yellow tattoo.

“I should be the one thanking you,” he whispers, his eyes hazel in the light. You just sigh gently at the words, shaking your head from where it rests on your arm.

“Just go to sleep,” you whisper, and you hum as he turns on his side and wraps an arm around you. You rest gently, the faint light in the room soothing as you finally rest for what seems to have been the first time since the season’s beginning.

• Enjoy your stay! • Come again soon! •

[womburt]

Is it mumbo withdrawal request time? /j

A reader that is really scary and tough looking and that came from the DSMP, they don't care about relationships and haven't really been in one or had the time (they could be like...Doc's really good and longtime friend as well).

They join hermitcraft to run away from the DSMP and as Doc is showing them around, they meet and lock eyes with Mumbo and its basically a "love at first sight" moment. Mumbo is all nervous, both because the reader is scary and "omg they are so pretty 👉👈", but that makes the reader fall in love even more because "oh my god he's suck a dumbass dork"

After that meeting Doc starts teasing the reader and the reader starts acting like they don't know what he's talking about, basically acting like a tsundere LMAOOO

Fresh Start; C. Mumbo x Reader

Hi Anon! I decided to be sort of vague with Reader’s background for this request because I actually don't really consume DSMP media! (Except for @secretsandwriting amazing smau you can find here) That being said, I still love this dynamic, so I hope you enjoy regardless! 

Also! The beginning of this is a lil bit sadder than I initially intended! Be cautious dear readers <3

*Warning! This fic contains mentions of anxiety and traumatic past! Don’t read if this could upset you!

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Y/n lifted a hand to their forehead, blocking the rays of sun that threatened to blind them. They squinted when their limb was only partially successful, finally giving up entirely and just looking away from the sky. Straight ahead was a treeline made up of dark oak. Y/n spun around, taking in a full 360 degrees of the Hermitcraft server. 

Buildings were situated along a vast, dwindling river. Fields of wheat grew along the sides of a structure labeled “GigaPies.” There were giant trees - some with green canopies and one with pink - shading the walkways. A tall tower of diorite stood above all else. Each inch of the spawn area was beautifully decorated with an array of build styles and genres. 

Y/n wrinkled their nose, unused to seeing such harmony in a home. Their previous server had not been so peaceful. They turned away from the busy looking town, eyes settling instead on the portal from which they’d come. 

It was a temporary structure. One that would only exist for a few moments longer. Its purpose was to bring them from the vacuum between servers to Hermitcraft, and it had done its job. Still - Y/n wasn’t sure if they were satisfied with it. 

Y/n looked into its pixels contemplatively. They could just walk back through and none would be the wiser. Return to the space between servers, find somewhere more…solitary to exist while they built up the courage to be around people again. Surely Doc would forgive them if they explained it to him. They could picture the message they’d send him, cold and alone. 

“Sorry bud, my crippling anxiety got the best of me and I chickened out. Maybe next time!” 

Before they could step back through the passageway, it disappeared. Y/n watched as the portal closed, disappearing into nonexistence - their only escape: vanished. 

They sighed to themselves quietly, shoving their hands into their pockets and turning back toward the lively-looking village. It seemed they had no choice then. 

They began walking toward civilization with heavy feet, on the lookout of the structure Doc had told them to meet him at. 

‘The giant birch tree! You can’t miss it! I’ll be waiting at the base of it!’

He’d been right of course. There was no missing the gargantuan pale tree, which Y/n had later been informed was named ‘the Tree of Whimsy.’ They hiked toward it at a steady pace, keeping an eye out for any stray mobs or threats.

As they got closer, Y/n was soon able to make out a tall, green figure standing underneath. His back was to them, a white lab coat covering fur they knew all too well. Resisting the urge to sneak up and scare the only friend they had in this new server, Y/n called out to him. 

“Doc!”

He spun around in an instant, toothy grin hung over his lips and arms spread wide for a hug. Y/n’s heart dropped at the idea, having not experienced positive physical contact in a long time. They slowed their pace, readying themself for the first hug they’d had in ages. 

“Y/n, my friend!” I’m glad you made it!” Doc took the rest of the steps for them, wrapping his fuzzy arms around them without a second thought. He lifted them up, Y/n gasping when their feet came off the ground. Doc paid their exclamation no mind as he squeezed them, settling his chin on top of their head and sighing in content. 

Y/n stood incredibly still, heart hammering and body warming up to the embrace. It had been so long…

“I was worried you’d turn around and I’d have to come get you!” Doc admitted, voice rumbling with laughter. Y/n coughed a laugh back at him, choosing not to reveal what they’d been considering moments prior. After a minute, the creeper-hybrid let them go, setting Y/n back onto the ground with a thump. They caught their balance quickly, feeling terribly cold without the touch of their friend. 

“Right. Well, I’m here now,” Y/n stated, mustering up a smile the best they could. Doc, who’d always been able to see right through them, quirked an eyebrow, but didnt say anything about it. The both of them had long conversations over inter-server communicators. He was no stranger to the impact that Y/n’s previous server had on them, it was why he was so insistent they move onto Hermitcraft with him. 

“That you are!” He replied instead, deciding that they needed his positivity today, especially if they were going to ever feel comfortable here. 

“So? How about a tour?” Doc suggested, clearing his throat and holding an arm out to Y/n. They deadpanned at their tall friend, but accepted his offer anyway, interlocking their elbow with his. 

~

“...and this is False’s eagle! It flew her here, but now it just sort of sits on that tree stump!” Doc was explaining, gesturing wildly around to each of the structures at spawn. Y/n looked up at the creature in awe, impressed by just the sheer size of the thing. Hermits sure didn't mess around when it came to scaling their projects, they noted. 

They looked back to the river they'd been walking along, catching sight of three people down by the banks. Each was a varying height, though all seemed to be bent over in some shape or form, harmonious laughter floating from their trio all the way up to Y/n and Doc. 

The tallest wore a hard hat and orange suspenders. He was sitting on the grass, head tipped back as he chortled. The shortest had large, colorful wings, which were spread into the space behind him while he held his stomach and wheezed. But it was the third man who truly captured their attention. 

Y/n couldn’t recall the last time they’d seen such pure and unbridled sunshine in the shape of a man. 

He was doubled over, clutching his stomach with dirty hands, smearing redstone dust all over his nice, white shirt. His hair was unkempt, falling over his eyes as he wheezed. But most interesting to Y/ was his face. Cheekbones protruding as a side effect of his smile, the highpoints dusted red with blush, as was the tip of his large nose. The mustache that sat underneath was dark and ruffled, shadowing a large grin and pink lips. 

 They stared at him with large eyes and a heavily beating heart, finding themself frozen when his dark eyes opened back up and stared straight back at them. He was still beaming, though he was mostly still now. The blush he’d acquired from his fit of laughter was quickly expanding, reaching the tops of his ears turning the pale man into a tomato. 

“Y/n/? Y/n.”

They shook their head as a clawed, green hand waved in front of their face. Y/n blinked and broke eye contact with the mustached stranger, looking instead at Doc. 

“I’m here,” they replied absentmindedly, though judging by the smirk painted on Doc’s face, they weren’t fooling anyone. 

“Mhm. What do you think of Mumbo?” his tone was teasing, and Y/n quickly understood that they would never be hearing the end of this. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” they rolled their eyes and groaned, spinning away from their friend. Chancing a glance back at the mustached stranger - Mumbo - as they'd just come to learn, they noticed he’d yet to look away from them. His lips were slightly parted now, an expression of pure enrapturement painted across his beautiful face. They buzzed with excitement, finding themself looking to Doc again, if only to escape the pressure of eye contact with the beautiful stranger. 

“You’re basically drooling” Doc teased like a teenager, humming his observation and pointing at Mumbo unabashedly. 

Y/n’s eyes went wide at his gesture. They quickly grabbed at his arm, pulling it down so as to not draw attention to the man they’d quickly become infatuated with. It was no use of course - Mumbo hadn't looked away since they’d first met eyes. They could feel themself deflating with embarrassment. 

“We should go say hello.” Doc decided, interlocking their arms again and practically skipping toward the people gathered at the water's edge. 

Y/n heart felt like it was about to fall out of them. They were within the vicinity of the strangers in an instant, and Doc took no time at all to introduce them to the group. 

“Hermits! This is Y/n, my friend and our new neighbor!” He exclaimed, pushing Y/n in front of him in that friendly way that only Doc could. Y/n found themself face to face with Mumbo, his features even more endearing up close. They were near enough to see crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, surely a result of a lifetime of laughter with wonderful friends. 

“Good to meet you Y/n!” someone greeted from their left side. Y/n looked toward the voice, seeing it was the short avian-man to speak up first. He was smiling brightly at them, though they couldn’t help but note a glint of mischief in his honey-brown eyes. 

“Yes, welcome new hermit!” another voice chimed in. To the bird-hybrid’s other side was a tall man wearing a hardhat. He too, wore a mischievous grin, one that gave Y/n the impression that he was somehow conspiring with his shorter counterpart.

It was silent for a moment before the shortest man elbowed Mumbo in the side, sending him forward enough to bump into Y/n. They shot their arms up to steady him, catching the pale  stranger by his shoulders. Letting go as quickly as they’d reached out, Y/n cleared their throat. 

“Say hello Mumbo,” the bird hybrid instructed, reveling in the way said man seemed to turn even redder. Y/n, judging by the exasperated look on Mumbo’s face, got the sense that poking fun at him was not a new occurrence. 

“Right! Sorry about that!” Mumbo began, pointedly ignoring the snickering from the friends behind him. He stood up straighter, adjusting his tie and wiping his hands on his pants. Y/n watched his every move, memorizing the way his slender fingers dusted along the fabric, infatuated with his charming awkwardness. 

“It’s good to see a new face! I’m Mumbo” He finally, officially, greeted, sticking out his hand for Y/n to shake. They took it tentatively, choosing not to admit that Doc had already told them his name. He was smiling so proudly at them, satisfied with the fact that he’d pulled himself together enough to introduce himself. 

“And these idiots are Grian and Scar,” He continued after a minute, remembering the snickering forms behind him. He gestured to each in turn. Y/n noticed him knock Grian with his shoulder, sending the smaller man flying into Scar with a thud. He didn't seem to take it too seriously, however. Smiling some sort of knowing-smirk at Mumbo. 

“Should we finish the rest of our tour?” Doc asked after a moment, poking Y/n in the ribs. They jumped in surprise, spinning around to look at Doc with an embarrassed glare. He wasn’t at all bothered by their expression - Y/n would wager a bet that he had been expecting it, in fact. 

“I’ll see you around,” Mumbo spoke up as Y/n began to walk away. They looked back over their shoulder to see him waving at them, cheeks wonderfully pink and his face soft. They waved back quickly, turning back to follow Doc back over to where they were, intent on finishing the tour without another embarrassing encounter. 

“So…” The creeper hybrid spoke up when they were out of earshot of the trio. Y/n watched him silently, waiting for Doc to spit out whatever he was thinking. 

“The mustache..you’re into that?”

He boomed a laugh when they smacked his arm, the sound of the whack reverberating through all of their surroundings. Y/n wondered briefly if the noise had made it back to the mustached-man in question. They hoped not. 

“Shut up!”

[finn-writes-stuff]

Hello friend! Could i request a Mumbo Jumbo x reader who is very ant like? Very very small, very very strong, probbaly can carry Mumbo with one hand, likes sugar very much. But also very very weak to Mumbo and would melt whenever he carries them

A Helping Hand

I love requests with a fun specific thing. It’s never what I expect to be writing. Also, take this piece with a grain of salt? I havent written for Mumbo before.

Mumbo Jumbo x Reader

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Format: Oneshot (438 words)

Warnings: N/A

Gender neutral reader

Hermitcraft Masterlist

Commission info

“Mumbo! You missed a piece of red stone in here!” You called out, leaning out between the blocks of his latest invention. You’d been chatting with him while he built, so when it didn’t turn on as it was supposed to, you’d offered to see if you could spot a problem.

There were plenty of benefits to being so small, and you used them often to help out the other hermits. Given that the last time you’d helped Mumbo, he’d offered to build you an automatic sugarcane farm, you were more than willing to help him out again.

Perhaps that wasn’t the only reason you were so willing to help him. Over the time you’d known him, the two of you had forged a strong friendship. It was never a surprise to the hermits to see you sitting on his shoulder and listening to him explain a new project, or to see you chatting to him from his jacket pocket.

“Thank you, dear! I can’t believe I missed that.”

And of course, he could fluster you with the simplest of pet names. It definitely didn’t help when he scooped you up so he could fix his machine, holding you close to his chest with one hand. You were thankful he wasn’t looking at you, because you could feel your face burning.

“There we go, let’s see if it works now! Would you like to do the honours, love?”

He set you down next to the lever that controlled the contraption. Despite it being practically bigger than you, he let you push it by yourself, knowing you’d have no trouble.

That was one of your favourite things about him. He was an incredibly helpful person, but he wasn’t overbearing. He knew when to step back and he didn’t underestimate you like so many people did. It was a refreshing change of pace.

And when the machine kicked to life and he lifted you back up into his hands, you couldn’t complain. It gave you a better view of his wide grin.

“Fantastic!! Oh what would I do without you?” Mumbo said, practically buzzing with excitement.

“Spend a lot more time rebuilding your inventions from scratch, I’m sure.”

He laughed, and you couldn’t help but smile. His joy was infectious, you’d bottle and sell it if you could.

“That already how I spend half my time! I’d have no free time at all.”

He set you on his shoulder, beginning to explain why he’d built this new machine and you let his bright voice wash over you. Here, simply spending time with him, you had all you could ask for.

[moriiartist]

hi! can i request some pinning headcanons for mumbo? i loved your recent grian fic btw!

PINING MUMBO HCS

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ PAIRING(S) \ C!Mumbo Jumbo x GN!Reader

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ SYNOPSIS \ Pining HCs for our local homicidal spoon- Mumbo!

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ WARNINGS \ Mild language

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ A/N \ I think I missed the peak time to post this during the Mumbo Drought, but I hope you guys will still appreciate this little fic about one of my favorite block men :P (also for some reason I really thought that the song rises the moon fits this, so do with that what you will)

For Mumbo, the way he feels and expresses his care has always been something that sets him apart from the rest of the Hermits. 

Where Grian’s emotions burst and explode like fireworks, and Scar’s cheerful but mischievous presence curls like the corner of a Cheshire grin, Mumbo’s is much more unassuming.

Mumbo’s affection is slow, threading through his bones and wrapping around his heart like the gossamer-soft tendrils of an ivy vine.

Before he realizes it’s even there, the roots have burrowed so deep that it would be madness to try and imagine himself not spending the rest of his life without that care, without that friendship.

It happened with Grian, with Scar, with almost every friend he’s ever made, and… you.

With you, though, the feeling is different- it runs so much deeper than anything that could be misconstrued as platonic.

If you asked Mumbo when he fell in love with you, he might say that a part of him has always been.

Or, alternatively, he might burst into flames on the spot.

Even before he really recognized how he felt about you for what it is(which is, spoiler alert, complete and total endearment), he was still noticeably… softer, perhaps, when it came to you.

You’d have to be looking for the signs of his budding crush to notice it, but the signs are definitely there.

Stopping in the middle of his sentences whenever you had to say something, never hesitating to offer his help even when he might’ve had to put his projects on hold- just little things like that.

Some part of him is always tuned into you, your needs, whatever you’re doing.

“Mumbo! Are you out here?” you called, trotting towards where the tall Hermit had made his base, a hill that overlooked the winding river that cut through where almost all of the players had decided to settle. It had taken a lot longer than it should’ve to get the thing constructed, what with Grian determined to wax all of his copper blocks to be a nuisance, but now it stood proudly silhouetted against the limpid blue sky.

The sound of voices grew as you approached, and you picked up your pace, your focus now locked onto the small hut that Mumbo had built next to the contraption that housed all of his wealth.

“Mumbo?” you asked, poking your head in through the door. Two figures greeted you on the other side, both Mumbo and Scar huddled over a table in the middle of the room. Mumbo was the first of them to react, trailing off in the middle of whatever he was saying as he made eye contact with you. Scar wasn’t far behind.

Realizing that you had probably interrupted something important, you cleared your throat, pointedly ignoring the slight heat that had risen in your cheeks. “Oh, were you two busy? I can leave, it wasn’t urgent-”

“No, no!” Mumbo said abruptly, one hand shooting out to stop you before you could slip back through the door. “It’s alright! I’m happy to help.”

He looked a little tired, with faint circles under his eyes and his usually neatly kept hair wild like he had been running his hands through it while he thought. His suit jacket was missing, too, baring his semi-rumpled button-up shirt, which had been carelessly rolled up at the elbows.

“Are you sure?” you murmured, your eyebrows ticking down into a soft scowl. You certainly didn’t want him to feel obligated to help you out when he really didn’t need to. He looked busy enough as-is.

“It’s fine.” he asserted again, more calm this time. His eyes were genuine and pleading, and you felt your hesitation fade even as he turned to look at Scar “You don’t mind waiting for a bit while we sort this out, yeah?

The brunette shrugged, his signature cheery smirk slowly spreading across his face. His green eyes, however, were sharp as they bounced between you and the dark-haired Redstoner. “I was going to have to go feed my Jellie cat pretty soon, I don’t mind putting our plans on hold.”

A hint of relief passed over Mumbo’s face. “That sound good. Now, uh, what did you need?”

“I really didn’t mean to intrude, but I was trying to build a stasis machine and I just realized that I’m out of ender pearls…”

Grinning somewhat sheepishly, you tugged on the straps of your armor. “Well, I suppose I was wondering if I could borrow some? I promise I’ll pay you back later, maybe with an IOU? If that sounds good?”

Mumbo laughed, a slightly breathless sound, and ushered you over. “I have a few in my inventory. And I’ll be taking you on that IOU, so you might want to start regretting it.”

Rolling your eyes, you accepted the pearls he handed you, thinking nothing of the way his hands lingered a little too long on yours.

“Yeah, yeah- just don’t get to used to the power trip, mustache man.”

You’re like the Earth, and he’s a satellite bound to your orbit- but one that’s completely oblivious to its ensnarement.

Hell, it took Grian point-blank telling Mumbo he had a crush for it to even begin to register, and the second that it clicks, well…

He’s in a bit of a Crisis™

On one hand, putting a name to how he felt about you was cathartic, leaving him feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

On the other- what the hell is he supposed to do now.

It’s not like he can just act normal, right? He’s just had this huge revelation, and he’s bound to act differently, and Oh Nox, what is you figure it out-

Despite his fears, Mumbo isn’t actually all that obvious.

Sure, he’s a little more nervous around you, more hesitant to try the casual touches that you had grown acclimated to over your friendship, but again, it’s nothing you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking for it.

He finds himself staring at you all the time now, and not even just admiring how you look, no. One of his favorite pastimes is just watching the expressions flit across your face while you read a particularly good book, suppressing a quiet chuckle the more dramatic they are.

Mumbo just likes you, and he’s terrified about it.

Give him some time to work up the courage, but he’ll confess to you eventually.

He may be a patient man, but the sooner he can embrace you without having to worry if you can hear his thundering heartbeat through his skin, the better.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

hello :D i've realized i have run dry on Mumbo x Reader content, so any fluffy and romantic things with Reader and Mumbo would be amazing!! (i will give you free reign on the rest of it, i'm not too picky lmao)

First Mumbo fic of Season 9. Love to see it. I do hope it's fluffy and romantic enough!

Flower Pot

Oneshot Contains: Fluff. A Lot Of Fluff. --------------------------------------------------

Since travelling to the new world you've spent a lot of time on your own. After everything that happened before you and Mumbo agreed to make your own starter bases for now.

It was hard at first, staying a little further away from the man you love, but it had lit quite the fire.

Basing away from Mumbo for the first time in 3 seasons was strange, you found yourself missing him. It cemented that you really do love him.

Grian, knowing this, had been keeping you up to date on your partners happenings. Something the mischief maker was very good at. It didn't take him long to find out some information which you would be able to use.

Mumbo had decided to become the richest hermit. If there's one thing you know it's that Mumbo hasn't always made the most profitable shops. Some not profitable at all. And by some you mean most.

So, your plan was set. Since then you've been back and fourth to his vault a number of times. Getting in wasn't hard, you've lived with this man for long enough. You've been leaving diamonds in his chests at random.

Your shop was doing well so far, you'd made a handful of diamonds. But your main source came from mining. Hours and hours of it. But you needed the resources for your build and your shop, the diamonds had just come as a bonus.

You open your valuables chest, cringing at the mess inside. Without a sorting system you'd created quite the chest monster. With a shake of your head you grab a stack of diamonds, stuffing them in your pocket.

You make your way towards spawn, careful to look for his name as you approach from behind The Entity. Nothing. "Good. Wish me luck." You say to The Entity, giving a little pat and smiling as its heartbeat gets slightly louder.

You sneak toward the entrance to Mumbo's vault, checking for his name once again before pressing the buttons in sequence. The vault door opens, much louder than you hoped, but there's no sign of the man you love. So you enter his small starter base, waiting for the door to close behind you before moving any further.

The inside of the vault hasn't changed much since you were last inside. Mumbo always relied on you to help with interior decoration, so with you gone it's down to bare structure for the most part. The decor he did have wasn't much, a few item frames, a map, an empty flower pot.

You wander further in, imagining all the ways you'd spruce the place up. Literally and figuratively. It would look nice with some spruce, everyone loves it. Some leaves, maybe a few pictures. Many many flowers. (Something Mumbo wasn't fond of at first but grew to love.)

There's a lot you could do with the space. But you're not here to do that. You're here to give Mumbo a stack of diamonds that he just.. misplaced in a chest in the back.

Then you spot the one. It's not a chest but a barrel, placed in the wall as decoration behind a double chest. It's perfect.

You go and open it up, placing the stack of diamonds in a random space as well as a couple odd bits you had on you. That should serve him nicely.

You hear the piston doors open. Panic. It fills you up from head to toe. You check your pockets for your emergency invisibility potion. It's not there.

You stand still, seeing Mumbo turn the corner, eyes focused on the book he has his nose in. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, every breath seems just too loud as he walks closer without even knowing you're there.

Then his eyes snap up. The shock is evident in his face and you can feel your entire body tense up under his gaze. You've missed him. It feels like forever since he last looked at you.

"Y/n?" He asks. You say nothing, paralysed by love and fear. You shouldn't be in here after all.

Mumbo stares at you for a while, the silence is deafening but with a comfort you've missed. You take him in as he is, his hair slightly messy, suit clean but his collar isn't sitting flat nor is his tie straight.

He places his book on top of a crafting table and walks toward you. His hands cup your face, eyes soft as he takes in that you're really there.

"I've missed you so much." He whispers, dropping his hands down to pull you in for a hug. "I've missed you too." You reply, just as hushed as him.

After a long hug he pulls himself away from you, "why are you here?" He means no harm with the question, it's genuine and full of love.

"I.. I've been hiding diamonds for you to find." His eyes widen. "You've been putting the diamonds in my chests? Y/n-"

"I couldn't be here to support your goals, I didn't know if you wanted me around." "Of course I want you around, being without you has been lonely. I love you, I miss you. I miss having you around. I even went and got some of these."

He pulls out a small bunch of your favourite flowers, somehow still in good condition despite being in his inventory. You feel yourself melt at the thought of him displaying your favourite flowers in his base for him to see.

He smiles softly, walking over to place the flowers in what will be their home, the empty pot you spotted earlier.

"I don't know if you've thought about it much, but if you want to.. come live with me again?" The hope is his voice is vast. Just like the hope you've had in your heart.

"I will." You smile, happy to know you'll be back with him soon enough, together as a pair, as you're meant to be. Just like the addition of the flowers to the flower pot.

Alone the two of you are very different, different skills, different purposes. But when the two of you are together you work perfectly, complimenting each other and adding something you both need to each others lives. You the flowers to his empty pot.

[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

Hello! i dont know if you got the first request i tried to send because our internet had a problem, but may I request a mumbo jumbo x gn phantom hybrid reader? the reader likes to watch him do redstone while perched on his shoulder like a bird and reminds him that he needs sleep. but since the reader is a phantom and cant go outside during daytime, mumbo likes to stay up as like as he can to stay with them until he passes out

This was fun to work on, though I made it take a bit of a twist with a humorous ending- please forgive me. ALSO NOT PROOFREAD I AM TRIED..

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Late night working

Description: You really want to make your and Mumbos relationship work, but sometimes you worry your lifestyles are too different. Luckily he has a solution.

Warnings: it's... complicated

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You heard the screams of your brethren call out to you, the cold night sky reminding you that it was safe to be outside. Most of the evening, after the sun had set, had been spent by you perched quietly on your lovers shoulder, as he worked on a new redstone project. But now the evening was turning to night, meaning that other Phantoms would also start to come out of hiding, ready to strike for food as the predators they were. The truth is, being a Phantom hybrid was a curse, one that you had been unknowingly handed. An undescriminative curse, that just befell one for being born. There were many things that you couldn’t do, simply because of your being, your condition of life. Some hermits you’d basically only spoken to once, because they prefered to sleep early and wake up early. Some hermits you saw so rarely, it was like you never saw them anyways. And you couldn’t ask them to accommodate you, that would be absurd. But there were those, like Mumbo, who tried their best to keep you included. 

Mumbo had a bad habit of accidentally staying up. It was a side effect of the kind of work he found most charitable, redstone. It’s not like building, or architectural design. You can’t see it in your head, the way you can with those things, and because any number of things can go wrong if you’re not sure what you’re doing, it’s best to keep it moving when you’re in the middle of it, so you don’t have to start again when you leave it. This meant that if he was in the middle of something, and day was turning to night, he simply had to keep working for a bit till he was finished with the current part of his redstone build. That’s originally what allowed you to become so close in the first place, anyways. He had seen how much lonelier of an existence you carried than he did, and he took pity on you. He found excuses to stay out even longer, and suddenly he was almost as nocturnal as you. 

But you both knew this wasn’t good for him. He was still human, in the end. A different sleep cycle was more optimal for him. So you began reminding him, when your brethren came out, that he too needed sleep. The other Phantoms were starting to be drawn to him, and it was just part of your physiology that you could feel how exhausted he was. Normally, this helped you search for prey, but now it worried you to no end. “Mumbo, they’re telling you to go to sleep, love.” You informed the man, getting off his shoulder and standing in front of him. You grabbed his hands, bringing them up to hold them to your chest and craning your neck down to kiss his knuckles. It was never easy to make him leave you, flatter was by far the best method you had found, though. 

“But I’m not finished, not yet.” He said, freeing his hand from your hold to place a soft hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. Then he let go, moving around you like he was going to continue what he was doing. But you didn’t let him pass, latching yourself onto his back. He let out a sigh, as he was stopped in his tracks. “We both know you’ve really been finished with this section for half an hour. It’s time to go to bed, Mumbo.” You said sternly, your voice slightly muffled by your face being pressed into his back. There was really no reason for him to lie, when you both knew the truth, so instead he turned around, embracing you from the front. “We have such limited time together. It’s not fair.” He said, kissing your shoulder. 

You couldn’t deny that he was right. But the world was cruel, and you both had to deal with it. And he could choose to fight it and be pessimistic, or he could look at it positively like you did. “I know, Mumbo. We can’t change that, but what we can do is cherish the little time we do have together.” You tried to explain it to him, but by the look in his eyes it still wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to just be happy spending 4 hours together a day. He wanted to spend all his time with you, so he could never be satisfied with your point of view. His eyes flew open further, like he had an idea. “Maybe you could come with me, we could share my bed.” He suggested, and you couldn’t help but blush at the thought of sharing a bed with him. Yes, you and Mumbo had been together for a long time now, but you’d just never thought about it. Honestly, it just seemed like an impossibility to share a bed with the man you loved. “I didn’t wake up too long ago.” You sadly informed him, and his head fell slightly, his face having the expression of a kicked puppy. There was always a need to explain to him your differences, that he never seemed to truly understand. Actually, it was more like he didn’t want to think about how different your lives were cursed to be. “I can’t just lay in bed with you all night, the work you do in the day I usually do while you’re in bed. I don’t have just endless hours of nothing, you know.” You tried, and he seemed to understand, to some extent. 

He grabbed your hand, leading you to follow him and you did without question. You followed him into his home. You couldn’t help but be hesitant, as he led you to his bed and started getting ready to sleep. But then he started to explain. “Come sleep with me for the next few nights. I’ll explain it to you when I can, but please just take my word for it and try.” It wasn’t even really an explanation, just a pleading prayer for you to trust him. And so you did. You would trust Mumbo till the end of your days, so sleeping for a few nights certainly wasn’t a challenge. That night you somehow managed to sleep, curled up along with Mumbo. It was some of the best sleep you’d ever had. But then when you woke up to Mumbo, and he left, leaving you alone in a room with a covered up window, you really had no idea what to spend the rest of the day on. 

You cleaned a bit, you read a few books, but soon enough you found yourself just sitting, waiting for Mumbo to return. If his plan was to let you live like this for a few days, make you like it, then he was failing terribly. Then when he returned, he counted it down for you. Two more days. This made it clear there was some end goal in mind for this lunacy, which made you much more willing to wait out boring days spent inside. Then, on the final day, as you woke up that morning with Mumbo by your side. You couldn’t help but feel slightly sad that this bliss would end. Sure, you couldn’t live like this, huddled up all day just wasn’t your style, but you would miss getting to spend every night impossibly close to Mumbo, tangled up in his arms. He seemed impossibly giddy that morning, as you ate breakfast. He was just pacing, spending time with you inside the house. 

And when Scar burst through the door to Mumbos makeshift house, holding a shulker box, you knew what he had been waiting for was this very moment. “You’re both right here? Amazing. Have I got something for you guys!” You loved the way Scar said that word, it was so iconic to him. But what he said made butterflies flutter around in your stomach, your mind anxious for what he and Mumbo had been planning the past few days. Yet, you urged him to show you what he had. He put down the Shulker box, and rummaged around in it for a second, before pulling out a long black cape with a hood on it. You raised a brow. 

“I appreciate the effort, really, but fabric is too thin. The sun's rays shine through it. I would be crisp if I went outside.” But Scar smiled, smugly, like he was about to unveil and explain his greatest masterpiece. Mumbo took your hand in his, comforting you and leaving you less anxious, and ready to hear what Scar had to say. “Well, as you can see-” He brought the cape over to you, letting you and Mumbo feel it. Sure, it felt like fabric, but it was heavy and it almost seemed like it had something between two layers of fabric. But you couldn’t really understand it. Scar continued. “This isn’t just normal fabric. It’s been tested.” He informed you, and once again you raised a questioning brow at him. Sure, Scar would never deliberately let anything happen to you, but how could it possibly have been tested? 

Mumbo noticed your still skeptical look, and pleaded with you. “Come on! Just give it a go! I promise it will work.” He tried, and you looked up at him. If anything, you would just respawn in your bed after immense pain that would traumatize you. It really wasn’t that bad to give it a try. So you took it from Scars hands, pulling it on and opening the door. Both men watched with bated breath, seemingly nervous despite having insisted that it would work. 

Then, you stuck your elbow into the sunlight and waited for the pain. It never came. You opened the eyes you had shut in preparation for the burn and looked at your elbow. Sure enough, sunlight was painting lines all along your elbow, covered in the strange cape, but nothing went through. You looked over to Mumbo and Scar in shock. “How does this work?” You asked while throwing yourself at Mumbo to hug him out of joy, surprised and desperate to understand it. But then He looked at you worryingly, and then looked to Scar for help who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Gotta go! Have fun!” He then said, and before either of you could stop him he was out the door. 

“Mumbo, what is it made of?” You repeated, and he looked nervous, a small amount of sweat seemingly gathering at his temple. He tried to make you ignore it, by changing the subject. “Doesn’t matter! We’re going to be able to walk outside in the sunlight, love! Isn’t that wonderful?” It didn’t make you any less suspicious and skeptic, so he tried the only other strategy he knew: he started kissing you. And sure enough, it was distracting and the more he kissed you the more you forgot the question in the back of your mind. When you pulled apart, you smiled up at him, but his face was pale. It was like he couldn’t hold it in anymore, something eating away at him that he had to tell you.

“There’s skin inside it. It’s made of skin.”

[clover-exe2009]

Mumbo jumbo: *working on red stone*

y/n: *bits his shoulder*

Mumbo jumbo: oh hello y/n dear

Grain :

I guess you could say he’s not but uba ba ba ba mkloving it 😩

[lunar-writes-things]

18) Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall in Love With You)

"Has anyone noticed-" Grian was cut off

"That the moon is getting bigger?" Mumbo asked 

"Uh yes- but that's not what I was going to talk about," Grian said before turning t the rest of boatem again "Has anyone noticed that Y/n is acting a bit... odd?" 

"Yeah," Impulse spoke up "It's almost... Almost like they're avoiding us." 

"I noticed that too," Scar muttered and fidgeted with his hands "They haven't even been coming out of their starter base, except to move things to their megabase."

"Should we check on them?" Grian asked 

"NO!" Pearl and Mumbo exclaim

The group looks at them curiously and Pearl continues quietly "I think they need some time alone, I mean they're hiding for a reason, right? When I returned, Mumbo greeted me and we went to see Y/n. When We got into their home, they were asleep and we almost left until we began to hear trashing and a loud sob. They were having a nightmare. So we woke them up. I could never forget the terrified look on their face." 

"They kept apologizing and held us both close and asking us not to hate them," Mumbo whispered 

"We stayed with them for a bit until they fell back to sleep," Pearl said "But that was the last time we saw them."

"Admittedly, I am worried about them," Mumbo said "I've never seen them like that. It's... terrifying not knowing what going on in their head and not being able to help." 

"Should we do something for them?" Impulse asked 

"We should!" Scar said, "Maybe something small, like making them dinner or helping them move their chests to their mega build." 

"Yeah!" Grian smiled and his wings fluttered in excitement "I bet they would absolutely love that!" 

"No thanks," Y/n forced a smile on their face before running away with their arms full of shulkers 

The group had just offered their services to Y/n only to be rejected and ran away from 

"That was... odd," Pearl said and wrung her hands out "Let's try something else?" 

Time after time and attempt after attempt, Y/n either shot them down or avoided them completely 

it wasn't like them.

And it made The rest of the Boatem crew concerned for their angel

So, they devised a plan

"This isn't our greatest idea," Mumbo said attempting to talk the rest out of this "They have a reason for avoiding us? Do we really have to do this?"

"Y/n has a track record of avoiding things for long, long, LONG times," Xisuma says "I think this is the best way to get her t tell you what you guys wanna know... Albeit a bit forced." 

"Thanks, X," Impulse smiled and fiddled with his fingers 

Everyone was nervous about this approach, they knew Y/n would eventually open up to them, it was just no telling how long. 

"Let's go," Grian said "And let's hope this doesn't hurt Y/n." 

Y/n paced their cathedral halls, checking the deals on the villagers hidden underneath iron trapdoors and their lecterns or smithing tables hiding the blazing magma block underneath as they made sure everything was in order.

Once they were done, the only thing out of order was the twisting feeling in their gut... like something bad will happen 

oh boy

did something bad happen

Y/n had to face the people they were avoiding, their crushes

shit 

Being tied to a chair wasn't that bad usually. After everything, they've been through they probably had a higher pain tolerance than anyone on the hermitcraft dimensions 

What made it worse is the stares that demanded answers from them 

"Are You okay Y/n?" Pearl asked softly and caressed their cheek, Y/n melting into the touch they longed for "Why are you avoiding us?" 

Y/n snapped back to their reality and with sad eyes, gently pulled back from Pearl's touch before shaking their head 

"Do you need us to help you?" Scar asked and his voice made Y/n want to curl into his side 

Y/n didn't realize how much they missed the rest of the Boatem crew and tears welled up in their eyes as they realized they might have to do this forever to get over them

"Talk to us Angel," Impulse kneeled in front of them "We're here to listen to everything you have to say." 

"Don't you dare make me fall in love with you," Y/n croaked, throat constricted and eyes watery "Don't you dare enchant me with those eyes. If I fell through your skies, there's no way you would catch me. There's a tear in my heart, but your patch wouldn't match me. Being near you still adds to the size of my sighs. There's still seismic events at hellos and goodbyes, and I still need reminders of why it's unwise to stare.  So don't you dare..." 

"Y/n?" Grian asked, his familiar hand made Y/n melt to his touch and sigh in relief before continuing with their eyes forced closed 

"Don't you dare make me fall in love with you... Don't you dare do something so cliché. Just get out of my daydreams, you're an unwelcome guest and stop making me miss you 'cause you leaving's for the best. 'Cause I just couldn't stand having you as my crutch

"You're a simmering stovetop I was tempted to touch. If you ever return, it'll burn me too much to bear... So don't you dare..." Wet droplets sparkled as they fell from Y/n's eyes and the group watched as the love of their life cried softly while attempting to reject them 

"And I know it's all so shallow, but a shallow cut still stings! And before my heart becomes Amelia's heir, I need to clip its wings!" Grian winced at the metaphor and Y/n's chest heaved as they continued "So don't you dare keep mocking me with those thousand little things that I adore! Let me ignore you, don't let me care!

"And don't you dare leave me still in love with you! Nothing's fair when love is war!" Y/n sobbed as they shouted their words to the group who stood speechless at them, wanting nothing more than to comfort them, to hug them, to remind them that they are safe and they will still love Y/n... even if they didn't want it "And I just can't endure any more of the fight! When the casualties rise with my heart rate each night! Though I know I'm to blame for the glances I'd steal, for the time I kept spending pretending it's real... And now that it's ending, I still have more feelings to spare!

"But don't you dare... Don't you dare..." Y/n slumped in their chair, head ducked in attempts to hide their red blotchy face, to hide the tears of knowing Y/n wanted them but knowing they can't dare to even think about having them, to hide the tears that just can't seem to stop at the thought of losing Boatem

of losing their symphony 

It was just... too much to even imagine 

At least, it was until a hand brought Y/n's face up to look at the group 

Mumbo

"Oh Angel," He sighed "Is that why you were avoiding us? Because You were scared of falling in love?" 

Y/n nodded softly and Grian moved behind them to untie the bounds "I don't want you guys to find the imperfections in me after we start dating and then... leave... I never want that again. I never want to be used for your greedy purpose only to be discarded when you guys find someone else." More tears welled up in their eyes "I don't want to be the imperfect stain on your life."

"Oh my angel, to me, You're perfect." Mumbo sighed and pressed his lips to their forehead. When he pulled away Y/n grabbed his face and pulled him down to press a kiss to his lips, gritty with redstone dust but lighting up with the electricity between them. Mumbo gently wiped Y/n's tears off with his thumb as he mumbled sweet nothings against their lips 

Once they pulled apart and caught their breath, Mumbo pulled them into his arms and held them tightly as they calmed down in his arms. The others joined in to either sit next to Y/n or place a hand on Y/n

just to remind them that they were there and would never leave

Y/n had never felt so... adored

Is this what it felt like to be truly loved by people? 

Masterlist

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hihi!! could i request a hermits (seperate) x reader who bites to show affection? like they just chomp on the hermits forearm with a big grin on their face? completely okay if not!!

Hey there anon lovely :) I must say I had to reread this at first when I saw it, I've never gotten something quite like it! I picked out a couple of Hermits to write about, but I hope it's good enough for you

I don’t know if this needs any warnings? I guess affectionate biting and mildly suggestive stuff (if you really squint for it)? Let me know!

I instantly knew this was the request to quench my need to write something! Enjoy! Also I totally didn’t forget to queue this and thought it was just really unsuccessful even after a week...

Reader who likes chomping on their s/o's forearm (affectionate!)

Grian

"What on earth- y/n, what are you doing?"

He certainly was surprised the first time it happened. His giggles broke up his sentences into two or three word chunks.

Even if he laughed, it was more because of how unexpected it was. And he would never want to upset you, either. Even at first he'd try to keep his shock to a minimum.

He'd honestly just roll with it, and he'd give it a try on you one day to see how you'd react. It's quite birdlike, the way his teeth touch your skin for less than a second like a bird pecking at seeds.

If you like being chomped back, I swear on the Void there is no stopping him.

Scar

Scar was probably so distracted by what he was thinking about--most likely you, since you dominate his thoughts--that when he felt you latch on he jumped out of his skin.

He'd exclaim one of his high pitched "oh my goodness" cries, before realising it was in fact you biting him and not Jellie. He'd definitely joke about that, and probably give you a cat related nickname after he took a few nibbles to the arm.

"You're cute, you know? Just like a kitten, you are!"

He finds it adorable. Nothing could convince him otherwise.

If you were both standing, he'd lift you up and hug you tight to his chest, and probably spin you around too.

If you're lying down he'd stay still, but his other arm would play with your hair or rub your cheek. For some reason he loves feeling your jaw move as you're nibbling on him; it's almost satisfying.

Mumbo

If Scar is king of surprise than Mumbo is that of confusion.

He has absolutely no clue why his significant other would bite his redstone covered forearm--which you can definitely taste, grainy against your lips--and would be such a fumbling mess.

Despite his confusion, he melts inside, which doesn't do much good for his mind-boggled state.

"*Insert a whole bunch of nonsense talk*"

He doesn't mind the biting. His only objection is the idea of you ingesting that much redstone; who knows whether that's healthy?

"Are you sure you're alright? I mean, like, do you really want to bite my arm? No, no, I do like it, it's just... the redstone! Is that a good idea?"

If to you it is, he'll just make sure that arm stays clean when he's not working. You can't stop the spoon from worrying about you!

Just promise me you'll make sure to get a nice chomp when his sleeves are rolled up and he’s got some arm exposed, alright?

Ren

As a part canine he gets the whole biting thing entirely. It’s fine to him, it’s natural, it feels great, he’s not stopping you.

Give him that first chomp and he’s all over you. I’m talking flirty talk, messy kisses, and bites of his own.

Before you started doing it he was probably a bit nervous to bite you, but that first chomp was all he needed. Little bites on your ears or while you kiss, the occasional one on your arm, and he adores leaving them peppered across your jawline.

If you’ve been biting down hard he’ll keep his sleeves rolled up, even if it were freezing, just to show the server who’s he is.

It’s an instinct, what can I say?

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Their Favourite Place To Kiss You

Summary: Their signature place to kiss you, and how they would react to you kissing them in that exact same spot.

Genre: Romantic fluff

Character(s): Ethoslab, Xisumavoid, Mumbojumbo

Author's Note: So anyways I started writing—

Ethoslab [Wrist]

Etho's kisses are actually common in private and out.

So it's hard to call them a surprise.

But sometimes, some of his actions just caught you off guard.

You could be just walking, or just sitting somewhere together, alone simply basking in each other's presence.

That is until he grabbed your hand, and pulled it up close to his lips.

He didn't take his mask off: no. He kissed your hand through it.

While the colour of the fabric is dark, perfectly hiding his face away from the world, it's actually thinner than what you had expected.

You can feel his warm breath through it and he pressed his lips to the bottom of your palm, before slowly sinking to your wrist.

It's warm. You're not sure if it's because of his breath, or because of the fact that you're just absolutely flustered by his action.

With how his lips are pressed firmly, yet gently right on your pulse, you're made aware of how his actions affect your heart.

Pulling away, he look back up to you, you can feel his grin behind the mask:

"You seem a little flustered there sweetie. What'd I do? Hm? Care to explain?"

Kiss his wrist back. Just pull up the edge of his gloves enough, and kiss where his pulse is.

You can feel it quickened underneath your lips, but you know Etho.

He would just take your action as a challenge.

Now you're in a competition against your boyfriend, good luck, he's hard to defeat when it comes to flustering the hell out of you.

Xisumavoid [Neck]

This might be out of the blue, but if anything, Xisuma is a tease from the bottom of his boots to the top of his head.

So it's no wonder that his favourite place to surprise you with a kiss is your neck.

Just like Etho, his mask doesn't stop him from showing you his appreciation through kisses.

When no one's around, he likes to pull you in his embrace and just buries his face to the crook of your neck.

It calms him down, whenever he feels you so close in his arms.

But when the feelings of sentimentalism are over; he'd start pecking.

Firm kisses, butterfly kisses, hell he would even blow a raspberry on your neck just to hear your protest and struggle as he keeps you close.

Even with his mask on, you can feel that he's enjoying it.

And well, you can't blame him. You enjoy this type of affection from him, too.

"You're not gonna get away from me. Did you really think you could escape? I mean you probably could but you wouldn't. Would you?"

Doesn't mind if you kiss his neck back, if you can reach it that is.

Would actually love it if you do, though. It most likely will happen when you too cuddle.

He likes holding the back of your head and keeping you there: it gives him a sense of protection where he can both protect you, but also be protected by you.

Though if you want a more intimate scenario on his kisses, naturally, it's not rare for his pecks to turn into more intimate and desperate kisses.

The rest, really is up to you on where you want to take his kisses to. :)

Mumbojumbo [Palm]

One would think that Mumbo's main form of kisses are to kiss the back of your hand, or your knuckle.

-which are correct. But you would be surprised at how much he enjoys kissing your palm over the back of your hand.

Usually it would start with a greeting. Him taking your hand in his and pulling it up to kiss knuckles on your hand.

Then he would hold it there: breathed in your presence, before holding your hand in his and pressing your palm over his lips.

He likes burying his face in your hand, that's it.

He just likes to appreciate the tenderness and intimacy of giving appreciation to your hand.

It has finished many tasks and built many things, as well as going through many challenges. It should be right to appreciate and treat it as it deserves.

Bonus points if you greet him by cradling his face in your hands first!!

He'd just hold either of your hands and turn his face to kiss them each.

He's so soft, please kiss him back.

"Hello to you too, love. How was your day?"

Will actually die if you kiss his palm in retaliation.