This does contain shipping so if you're okay with that, you go right on ahead, if you aren't I encourage you not to read this because Architech Poly ships are adorable and no one ever can tell me otherwise. Also, this may be slightly longer because of the failure to write good ship-y stuff. It feels so great to write something ship-y... I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, EVERYTHING HIT ME SQUARE IN THE FACE AT ONCE AND THIS A/N IS LONG.

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Iskall was sitting in his base, staring at the wall. Nothing was going on, and he was bored out of his mind. Thoughts of the other Architechs invaded his mind, he may or may not have a crush on both of them. He tried to instead think of bases and trees. Bases and trees, yesterday, bases and trees... Grian's base kind of looks like a tree. A weird, half-submerged tree. And then it hit him.

He shot up from his position and looked for large quantities of leaves and Redstone stuff. And off he flew to Grian's base, who was currently offline. He started placing leaves all around the blender base. He just placed leaves for several hours, all the way up to build height, and then started wiring lamps together on the tree base. As soon as he finished he flew to the Statue of Hermity to survey his handiwork. Surprisingly enough, Grian's base was now a Christmas tree. Iskall broke out laughing and leaped off the building to leave a sign. "I was thinking, your base looks like a tree. Merry Christmas! - Iskall85." Ah, perfect. Now to go harass Mumbo until Grian comes online. Iskall found Mumbo in his industrial district and started chatting with him. "So. I just pranked Grian, if you can call it that." He announced his presence, he was maybe seven feet away. Mumbo turned around. "What did you do, Iskall." He crossed his arms. "I may or may not have turned Grian's base into a Christmas tree. It was undecorated and I was bored okay?" Iskall crossed his arms now too. The two men surrounded by huge ugly farms stared silently at each other. Neither was going to back down. Iskall took one step closer, then stopped. Mumbo's joking expression changed slightly but he didn't break eye contact. Iskall took three steps closer, a foot away from Mumbo. Mumbo grew nervous. Iskall taking another step would ruin his ability to win this stare down. It might also turn him into a big fat mess, as that's what happened last time he was close to him. Iskall stepped half a foot hesitantly. The mustachioed man almost leaned back and turned his face away. Light pink dusted his cheeks. His eyes stayed firmly focused on the others one green eye and one diamond eye.

Iskall reached his hands out and lightly grasped Mumbo's. That did it. Mumbo turned pink and removed his hands from the other hermit, breaking the eye contact. But no, Iskall wasn't done harassing him yet. He recently started taking note of how Mumbo acted at meetings. A little more nervous than usual, a little more distant in the literal sense. Now that he thought about it, so did Grian. And now, that little bit of pink when he got closer, maybe Mumbo liked him! Only one way to find out. Iskall turned Mumbo's chin toward him and leaned in, their lips locked.  Mumbo turned beet red and kissed back almost hesitantly, fearful of a mistake. As the two kissed, sparks flew through the air and ran down their spines. They pulled away. "Mumbo, I love you. I don't know when I started but I don't want to stop." Iskall took Mumbo's hands, praying to god Mumbo loved him back. "I love you too, Iskall. I don't want to stop either." And the two met for another kiss.

~~~ Several Small Kisses and Some Hand-Holding Later... ~~~

Iskall and Mumbo were speeding through the Nether, they had almost completely forgotten that there was a gift exchange today. They were probably already going to be late, but they didn't have gifts for the Hermits and spent most of their day snogging each other, so the race to the Shopping District ensued. The two arrived and proceeded to steal all remaining Sahara NOW boxes and rename them. Perfect. The love birds flew away hand in hand to the Christmas District where the gift exchange was going to happen.

~~~ GRIAN TIME!! ~~~

Grian smiled as he saw the two boys he loved drift down from the sky. He noticed they were holding hands, which made him almost stop breathing. "H-Hey guys!" He stuttered out. "Hi, Grian! We'll be right back, gotta go put these under the tree." The other two stuck boxes under the tree. They were doing all the kinds of things people in the first super giddy stage of a relationship would do. The small touches, random giggling, constant pink across their cheeks. Maybe they..? No, they couldn't have... did they? A peck on each other's lips when they thought nobody was watching made Grian feel sick to his stomach and left out. He turned swiftly on his heel and flew away. "Grian! Wait! What's wrong!?" But he ignored the calls of the two on the ground as the tears started to fall and the confused frustration with them. He blasted off rockets and sped towards his base, unsure of why he was so upset. He curled up against the wall and let his tears wet the knees of his pants. He heard the whoosh of a pair of Elytra and the loud pops of rockets, forcing himself to pull it together even if he was falling apart inside, and pretending to search through his storage system. The soft thumps of feet hitting the concrete in his base alerted him that people were there. "Grian, are you okay? We're about to do gifts and things..." Mumbo said softly, approaching from behind with Iskall hanging back somewhat. "I'm-" His voice snapped and he struggled to keep from leaking saltwater again. "I'm fine." All three of them knew he wasn't fine. Especially after he fell to his knees and started crying a little, wiping the wetness away the moment it came out of his eyes. "Grian, what's wrong?" Grian drew a very shaky breath and let out a quiet "I don't know... can we talk about this later, please?" Grian had stopped himself from crying and bottled it up for later when he was alone and it was half allowed to cry about anything ever. Mumbo helped Grian up off the floor. This, for some reason, almost made him even more upset, which made no sense. After a wordless conversation with Iskall, Mumbo suggested they fly back, they were bound to be opening gifts at some point soon and maybe that would make him feel slightly better. The three flew back together in silence. Everyone else had noted the obvious, something was up.

Stress and False locked eyes and nodded, who turned to Ren and Doc and the four all nodded to each other. Doc quickly put up the mistletoe. Ren, False, and Stress walked very unsuspectingly (super sketchy as all get out) toward the trio of victims, which makes it sound like death, but it's not. Three helpers of the matchmaker shoved the three underneath the mistletoe as Doc said: "Now smooch!" And in typical condition, they all kissed each other quickly, one kiss per pair. As his lips connected with Mumbo's and then Iskall's, Grian felt like he was floating and free. Doc smiled, satisfied with his matchmaking abilities. Yep, this was all his idea. He would later be assaulted first with swords and then a group hug for that.

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I am so sorry this is so late and so bad and just altogether not something I should be putting out there for all you wonderful people. You're all AMAZING and I appreciate you giving this book a chance, and some people even voted on my trash. I've been half-assing these because I'm incapable of whole-assing them. I had no idea how to write that kiss, I had no idea how to write Holiday Shopping with my choices, I walked into something pretty much blind. Major apologies to you amazing people who read my stuff who don't deserve to read something this bad.