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Earlier today a bunch of people on the Hermittpad Recap's Discord server got together to do a  writing collab and I took part! How it worked was everyone wrote the starting bit of a fanfic and then we passed it around, each writing a bit at a time. This was the piece I started and ended. It turned out kinda strange, but I like it!

Thanks to StupidelyClever, FandomsUnite05, HamburgerBarcode, AHyperFerret, Rainbow8Drops, and Skys26 (think I put those in order of writing...) for being apart of this collab with me. Some of them uploaded their pieces, I encourage you to go check em out! It was hinted that there'll probably be more of these types of collabs in the future, you can be sure I'll try to join in again.

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Ever since Grian first joined the Hermitcraft server, there was one thing the Hermits had to get used to- the gremlin's wings.

It wasn't that hard, considering there were already many unique Hermits on the server (such as a literal slime and a robot creeper, for example), but this was a special kind of unique none of them had seen before.

Mumbo, having been Grian's friend beforehand, was put in charge of helping him adjust. He was also the one Grian turned to for help taking care of his wings. Pruning was a bit hard to get the hang of at first, but the wing hugs he was rewarded with made it worth it to the redstoner.

So naturally, when he broke one of his wings in an accident, Grian wasn't the only one devastated.

The two enjoyed their cuddles but with a broken wing, cuddling was a hassle and would only hurt Grian now. Mumbo took to taking care of the boy.

Mumbo sighed, staring at the bored man. "Mumboooo, what time is it?" Grian piqued, his red sweater on the nightstand next to him. Grian had been forced to take off his sweater, due to it not fitting a broken wing, and Mumbo not wanting Grian to overheat.

Did he mention how hot it was? It was hot. Very, very hot. It felt like he was near a heater in a winter coat but forever, Mumbo hated it, and so did Grian.

The AC also didn't work as of right now, Grian having accidentally broken it in his sleep, Mumbo still remembered Grian saying sorry over and over, and Mumbo having to soothe the boy for the next few hours. No matter how many times Mumbo had said that it was okay, and that all was forgiven, Grian had never stopped profusely apologizing. Insisting that it was his fault.

Mumbo never really understood why, but the last thing he would do was intrude by asking. Grian was probably just uncomfortable after the accident, that must've been it. He could hardly imagine how hard it was to lose a part of oneself, just like that.

"It's about... ummm--" Mumbo snapped out of his heat-caused daze, and checked the clock. '7:45pm?'

Grian chuckled at his friend's naiveness, "So what time is it you spoon?"

"Quarter to 8," the redstoner responded, wiping some sweat off of his forehead. It was so hot, but he couldn't let Grian go.

"Still so much time left," the smaller whispered, teasing tone melting into worry.

"Hm?"

"Nothing. Don't worry."

More time passed in silence. Grian gently rested his head against Mumbo's chest and sighed.

The temperature kept rising, but neither of them felt obligated to move.

Eventually Grian spoke again, so soft it could barely be heard.

"I'm sorry."

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