#trans!mumbo

mumbo knew it was coming. he knew from the way his skin was breaking out, and the way he felt light headed even while sat down, and the way every little thing was making him want to cry or become violently angry… his period was coming.

it didn’t come as often as most people’s and was quite irregular, but he was fit as a fiddle with very little stress day to day with a server full of loved ones willing to help with any stresses that may come his way. so, he was fine, right?

no. not at all. he could tell just from the early symptoms this would be bad. he’d blown up at several people for small mistakes or poorly worded jokes, both highly emotional from his hormones but also cranky because he could barely stomach food with how bad his cramps were getting.

so, to avoid hurting the ones he loved, he looked himself away in his vault in hopes of coping with his next days of misery all alone.

xisuma was immediately made aware of the incidents which has led to mumbo hiding himself away. none of the hermits were particularly upset with mumbo, they knew he was just in a bad mood (although no one knew why.) so, when mumbo didn’t leave his vault for more than a day, xisuma decided he’d has enough time to cool down and probably needed some support.

as he landed on the bridge by mumbo’s vault, grian came fluttering over to give his boyfriend and tight hug. “Hello, my love. are you here to check on mumbo?”

“Yes, would you like to join me?” Xisuma held Grian’s hands as the shorter nodded, then began leading him towards the vault.

A few knocks at the vault door were met woth silence, leading to Xisuma and Grian looking around for a few minutes before finding the button to unlock Mumbo’s vault door. They entered with ease, and would have been laughing at the slime blocks that had launched them if not for the state of mumbo’s vault.

it was totally dark, with his bed pushed deep into the corner as he layed there and sobbed. every mirror was covered, one by his suit jacket and a few others by blankets. everything was disheveled, some chests still open with clothes and books strewn around the floor. grian quickly pulled out a lantern and gripped xisuma’s hand tight as they walked towards the lump under mumbo’s blankets.

they quickly recognised the sobs to be mumbo’s and immediately jumped into action. grian placed down the lamp and began to clean mumbo’s floor. sure, he hated organising his own things but he’d happily help mumbo with anything (even cleaning.) meanwhile, xisuma began to gently rub mumbo’s arm from over the blanket, beginning to soothe the sobs coming from their sensitive boyfriend.

eventually, mumbo sniffled hard and poked his head out from under the blankets. “im sorry…” he immediately said, upon seeing both his boyfriends.

“mumbo, why are you sorry?” xisuma asked, cautiously bringing his hand up to stroke mumbo’s hair which he immediately leaned into.

“i’m sorry you guys had to come, you didn’t need to.. i was just gonna deal with this on my own, and i didn’t want anyone to see me like this.”

“Mumbo, you don’t have to deal with anything on your own ever! we aren’t ever gonna judge you or see you differently just because of this… you do know that, don’t you?” Grian came closer and took mumbo’s hand gently.

the three stayed close for a while, xisuma and grian holding mumbo close as he finally calmed down.

when he was calm enough, mumbo was able to get himself showered and into fresh pyjamas, despite the struggle to have to see himself like that. xisuma changed mumbo’s bedding and got him some extra pillows and plushies while grian made him some snacks, some water and strength potions. healing potions never usually helped with periods, as your body wasn’t damaged but extra strength did make the pain easier to cope with.

of course, once mumbo was truly feeling better they’d have to have a nice long talk about how he didn’t need to isolate himself and that the hermits were happy to support him through anything. and he had a few small apologies to the hermits he’d had a go at a few days earlier.

It's hard to think of anything when you're miserable and in pain. Grian and X may not have first-hand experience, but they can tell just by looking at Mumbo. Even with two extra bodies, it's hard to get through the worst of it.

Mumbo will want to be touched and cuddled. And then he doesn't want anyone even brushing against his skin whatsoever. He'll be absolutely ravenous for sugar and carbs and then feel sick and bloated.

It feels like one extreme to the next. But, with another day or so of hot water bottles, potions and experimenting with food, Mumbo can say he's past the worst of it. The idea of wearing anything tight fitting still makes him want to cry, but he's not confined to a single room anymore.

Grian and X are mostly concerned about Mumbo going through that every month (and the other hermits that menstruate) but Mumbo assures them it isn't usually like that! That was just a particularly bad one and he was stubborn and didn't think to do anything to lessen it-