Grumbo fan fic idea haver

They met in high school, somewhere between 2nd and 3rd year. They were in class, and Grian ended up sitting next to Mumbo. Becoming friends was inevitable really, when they'd gotten along so well. Hanging out becomes a normal occurrence. At least once a week, but usually more. The movies, restaurants, simple shopping trips, they seem to do it all. Never far from on another's side. The only place they don't hang out is Grian's house. He tends to get really clammy about it, and Mumbo never has the heart to push. All of this is to say, it's not long before Mumbo develops a crush.

He doesn't bring it up, he's FAR too anxious Grian will reject him. But it's hard not to fall in love when Grian showers him with so much love and affection. Sometimes when they're hanging out, he'll let himself pretend that they're together.

Anyways, time moves on. Homework gets done, classes get passed, and eventually they graduate. Mumbo ends up getting a scholarship at some fancy Redstone focused college, somewhere he's really excited to go. Grian protest, upset that Mumbo will be moving so far away. He's happy for him, but also the thought of Mumbo leaving, and being so far away hurts.

Finally, during the summer, about a month before Mumbo is suppose to leave, Grian ask him to come over and hang out at his house. The house is a bit messy and run down, but it's clear Grian tried his best to clean. But it's great, they hang out in the living room, drink tea, and just chit chat. Mumbo ask where his family is, but Grian just comments he's home alone for the week. But time flies by, and they enjoy themselves, like they always do. Enjoying each others company and making stupid jokes.

After a while Mumbo starts feeling weird. He brushes it off and decides it's just cause he hasn't eaten in awhile. Until it gets worse. He's light headed, drowsy, and his stomach turns. Grian calmly leads him, so his head's on the other chest. He's too out of it to question how calm he is about the whole thing, and just enjoys the comfort. There's a hand running through his hair, and a voice whispering in his ear, but he can barely register it. He succumbs to his tiredness, surrounded in warmth, and brief catches a whispered "Night Mumby."

Waking up is hard. But he does, somehow. Opening his eyes, he's greeted with Grian smiling down at him. He can still feel fingers running through his hair, and it takes him a minute to realize he's laying in the others lap. Flushing, he stares up in confusion.

Grian laughs softly at him, "Sleep well?"

Mumbo doesn't know how to respond. He's far to confused, to do anything. Grian waits, other hand rest on his chest. Mumbo moves to rub his face, but his wrist gets caught. Looking down, he realizes he's handcuffed. Actually, wait, where is he?

Sitting up makes him a little light headed again. Thankfully it only last for a few seconds. Eventually the room stops spinning, and he's able to get a good look at it. The walls are cold, colorless, concrete. Devoid of life, and frankly depressing. The same goes for the floor, not a rug in sight. There are very few things he can see. Most of the room is covered in boxes, both cardboard and plastic. They form a small room of sorts, secluding him from the rest of what he assumes is a basement. They're sat on an old mattress that's pushed in the corner. And his wrist is handcuffed to a pipe running up the wall, but notably only one.

"Where…"

"What do you mean 'where,' your in my basement, silly."

He'd half forgotten Grian was there. "Your… basement?"

"Yes, my basement." The fact that Grian's expression hadn't changed since he'd woken up was starting to unnerve him.

"W-why?"

"Well, you see Mumbo," He scooted closer. "As happy as I am you got accepted into your dream school, that means you'd have to move away. And really, I just couldn't stand the thought."

On a normal day, Mumbo would find comfort in the shrinking distance. But today is no longer normal, and he's a little terrified. Unsure how to react, he freezes. This doesn't deter Grian as he snuggles up next to Mumbo. A million questions race through his head, but his voice seems distantly out of reach.

They stay like that until Mumbo finally reclaims his voice, "Grian… What are you planning?"

"Nothing really, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to." His voice has been sickly sweet since he's woken up, and it leaves Mumbo with conflicting feelings.

"Ok… But um… What if I don't want to stay here?"

Grian scrunches his face, "Well, anything except that."

Horrified, that's one of the emotions currently winning his emotional battle. Someone he trusted, not only drugged him but kidnapped him. Now, locked in his basement, he can't help the persistent love and affection that let him go. It does nothing but contribute to his fear.

"Are you hungry?" It's sudden, and it makes him jump and little.

"I-I guess?" He's so confused he can't form his questions into words.

"Perfect, I'll go make us dinner then." Grian leaves with a kiss to his cheek. And it only stuns his brain falter.

When Grian returns, he hands him one of Mumbo's favorites. Settling back beside Mumbo, he starts eating. Eventually Mumbo starts eating too, and Grian starts up conversation.

Apparently Grian had planned their entire meeting. Admitting he'd been in love with Mumbo since he'd first seen him 1st year was probably the most shocking confession. He admitted he'd asked around until someone had told him what classes the other had signed up for, and signed up too. He'd even gotten to class earlier than he normally would, just to make sure he got to sit next to him. Everything from their first conversation, to the first time they hung out, had been set up behind the scenes.

Eventually Mumbo states he's tired, and Grian remarks about going to bed. This of course means laying down on the mattress, as Grian snuggles up to him. Mumbo's still conflicted on how to feel, but Grian kisses his cheek again, muttering a goodnight, before seeming to fall asleep. It's a little hard to fall asleep after that, but Grian's slow breathes ends up lolling him into slumber.

That's pretty much the new normal for Mumbo. Grian spends the entire time by his side. Mumbo asks for some alone time, just to see if Grian will leave. He does, for about an hour. But other than that, Grian's always around. Talking, joking, filling silence. Despite the fact that he's trapped, Mumbo can't help but still be in love with Grian. If anything his recent confession, and increase in affection only made things worse.

On top of it all, Grian's pays attention to every comment he makes. Mumbo mentions he's slightly cold offhandedly, once, and Grian grabs every blanket he can find. He makes a remark about the hand cuff hurting his wrist, and the next morning he wakes up to find its been moved to his ankle. Not to mention Grian keeps complimenting him at every chance he gets. It makes it increasingly harder to pretend like he wants to leave.

After about a week, Mumbo tries reasoning with Grian. Mid sentence, there's noise from upstairs. Grian noticeably freezes. Mumbo keeps talking, but the other moves to covers his mouth. He's never seen Grian so scared as when he looks around, attempting to follow the steps.

"Listen, I'll make you a deal." It terrifies him how much fear is in Grian's eyes. "I'll let you go. Take your cuff off, let you walk home, never contact to you again, what ever you want. But I need you to hide."

Mumbo doesn't know how to respond. The sudden change had him stunned. The footsteps upstairs get noticeably angrier.

"Please, for your own sake."

Mumbo nods, and Grian doesn't waste a second before he's undoing the handcuffs. Next thing he knows, Grian's pulling him along, and shoving him in a different area of the basement.

It's dark, darker than it was before. Mumbo's quiet, the footsteps get louder. A door opens, most likely to the basement. Someone's yelling at Grian, and Mumbo holds his breathe. Their screams are somehow angrier than the footsteps. Grian doesn't make a sound.

He's not sure how long it goes on for, but a lot of things about Grian are starting to make sense. There's an undeniable hitting noise, and another one followed by boxes falling. The stranger storms out of the basement, and there's the sound of a door slamming shut.

Mumbo stays hidden, unsure what to do. The footsteps upstairs can still be heard. He waits until they're gone to finally come out. Grian's curled on the mattress. Covering his head, and gripping at his hair.

"Was… Was that your mom?"

Grian nods, and Mumbo's unsure what to say.

"You can leave now… She's never home for long." It sounds so defeated.

The switch from possessive, to what Mumbo assumes is protective, still has him reeling. A million thoughts fly through his head. Maybe that's what clouds his judgment, or maybe it's love.

"You know… I wasn't planning on living in the dorms."

Grian sniffles, "What?"

"Well, you don't seem to have much here. And the whole, you know, not wanting me to leave thing. So you could always… come with me?" He a little unsure of himself, but he can't deny the idea of living with Grian.

Grian looks up at him, "How?"

"My parents have a shed in the backyard, you could hide out there for the rest of the month. Then when I pack up to leave, you could just come along."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah,"