HC and TC Oneshots - A Little Bit Of Everything

A for Acceptance

A continuation of Hermitcraft.

Minecraft AU: Basically in the game, but with realistic features like phones and cars. Mechanics will be introduced to each story.

Warnings: None except that some things said in the latter half of this story could be interpreted to NSFW content. I'm looking at you, dirty-minded people.

"Mumboo," Grian cries, dragging out the last letter. He slams the back of his feet against the cold surface on the stone block he is sitting on while watching Mumbo sort out the tunnel going to his zombie spawner. It creates an audible sound that echos just a little, causing the moustached man to flinch briefly. "Mumbo! Come on!"

"There's steak in the chest, Gri,"

"You know what I meant!" Grian cries and slams both of his feet into the stone surface. It hurts. "I need to go get started on my base! There's still a lot of things I need to do today!"

"Sure, just give me a few more minutes and then I'll go with you,"

"Let me go do it now!"

"No," Mumbo pauses and turns around, almost glaring at the other. "You can't go alone,"

"Mumbo!"

"You can't be trusted to go anywhere alone. Next thing I know, you'll be stuck in a hole underneath the ocean and I need to set out another search party to go find you again," He points the end of the iron pickaxe towards him, while Grian's pout only grows. "You need supervision to go anywhere, I can't risk losing you again,"

Grian opens his mouth to speak before he pauses, and his face turns dark pink alarmingly fast. Mumbo blinks.

Ah, wait, that's not what he had meant.

"I mean..." He stutters and clears his throat. "I don't want to have to search the entire ocean because you went missing..."

That didn't sound any better.

Grian looks down at his hands and Mumbo almost, almost, starts to go back to his mining until he speaks up. "Come on Mumbo, you can't keep babysitting me for hours on end. You can trust me, I won't perform the same stupid stunt I did last time,"

"You say that and the next thing I know is that I see the notification that you drowned or fell from a high place,"

"Mumboo! Please, I promise I won't go wandering off again,"

Grian looks up at the moustached man with innocent eyes, giving him a small smile in hopes of further persuading him to let him off on his own. The other stared at him and swallowed.

"Alright," He took a deep breath. "I'll... I will let you off if you promise me one thing,"

Grian jumped up, grinning. "Yep!"

"Don't die, honestly. I don't think you with your happy go lucky life would be able to stay sane after feeling your brain be smashed against the wall because of elytras," Mumbo says.

"Oh please Mumbo, I'm not that clumsy," Grian laughs. "I promise you, I'm not going to die that often, in fact, I'm confident that I won't die at all for the next few days!"

"Grian I think you're missing the point, I'm just worried you won't be able to handle it-"

"You know what, how about throughout this few weeks, every time I die, I'll repay you something," Grian waved his hands around while talking. Mumbo tries to focus on his face but it's getting really hard.