Inspired by DDVAU and the fact that I can't find any good Mumscarian fics out there (that have the specifics I want- you know, the normal fanfic trouble)
HEAR ME OUT-
Welcome to: Worse Than a Love Square (name pending)
We have Hotguy, we have Cuteguy, and now Give me PrettyGuy!!! It's Mumbo :3>
I debated on a ton of names but HandsomeGuy was too long and EmoGuy was too funny so PrettyGuy was the ultimate choice. All Mumbo art features a very pretty guy so I think it suits him and it also fits the descriptors of our other two vigilantes! I still need to come up with a design for him though... (I’m thinking something along the lines of Grumbot, but different colors so he’s not matching colors with HotGuy) he'd be a very technical guy, not too great at hand to hand combat, but he makes little creatures to fight for him and has great inventions for the other two heroes
Now!!! The actual AU!!!
So get DDVAU and make the relationships even MORE conveluted. Love square? Prepare to become a love HEXAGON.
YES IT'S CONFUSING BUT THATS THE FUN IN IT, But I will make this as simple as possible (which isn’t very possible)
Mumbo has crushes on Hotguy and Cuteguy
Scar has crushes on Cuteguy and Mumbo
Grian has crushes on PrettyGuy and Scar
Of course the story would be vastly different than ddvau because obviously. I'm not about to copy anyone's work, especially the beloved creators of DDVAU
But to sprinkle Mumbo in this mix, he's a huge fanboy, he has a lot of their merch, but his favorite piece is the hotguy calendar. Cuteguy has yet to do one but there's a rumor going around that Hotguy and Cuteguy will collaborate on one together soon, and Mumbo already has it preordered somehow… don’t ask, he’s a little freak <3
Anyway, there's a horrible battle one day that ends with HotGuy gravely injured, and CuteGuy is struggling to get him out of the fight without getting hurt himself.
Mumbo, being the fucking insane man he is, hides his identity the best he could (hoodie and mask because he doesn’t want a villain to see his face and track him down, he knows the danger he’s putting himself in by trying to rescue his hero) he pulls HotGuy out of there just barely, ignoring CuteGuy telling him to get out of there before he gets himself hurt
Mumbo thankfully has first aid training under his belt and is able to stop the bleeding for the most part.
HotGuy is dazed but doesn’t protest against the help, too out of it to try. In his face he calls Mumbo’s eyes pretty :3 (they’re the only part of him that’s fully visible, and to be fair, Scar doesn’t recognize him as Mumbo since his signature mustache is hidden behind a mask) Mumbo of course is flustered as all hell
When Cuteguy finally fights off the villain he comes stumbling back, telling Mumbo that what he did was reckless and dumb (he doesn’t recognize him as Mumbo either) but he’s grateful to him for saving HotGuy’s life.
CuteGuy then takes HotGuy with him, ignoring how HotGuy is trying to tell him how pretty his savior is. They have a healer that they both trust, Grian thanks Mumbo, then flies off apologizing that he can’t walk him home.
The fact that Hotguy called him Pretty gets stuck in Mumbo’s head for days.
It gets so stuck in there that he starts thinking, “I helped them once. What if I can continue to do that?”
Mumbo creates himself a costume and an assortment of weapons and nick nacks to use in combat. (I’d like for him to have those cool screen masks, though I don’t know if he should have a mustache or not seeing how telling that could be)
He helps save the day in his new getup, and before he knows it, he’s apart of the team.
Though Hotguy mourns the fact that he can’t call CuteGuy “Pretty Bird” anymore.
Can you tell how I’m already going wild over this idea? Because I am. I NEED TO WRITE THIS SO BAD
Of course there’s a bunch more from Mumbo’s first meeting face to face with the pair, his hero debut, him inserting himself into the hero duo, the rejection of him being a hero but him being a stubborn little shit, the ideas race on through my head
I’ll temporarily call it, “Worse than a Love Square” idk if that’ll stick or not but we’ll see
Next Post here!!!
(This became bigger than I thought, so here's an easier way to go through parts if you wish)!
I am not normal about mumscarian and wanted to try my hand at a redscape approach before they all get together and I think this might be the best work I’ve ever done
Of course they’re all characters and not the real people btw
This is a soulmate au I’m in love with and have slowly been putting together, heavily inspired by an old Klance fic that was one of my favorites (I will link the fic when I officially post this one on ao3)
rough draft snippet below!
CW: SUGGESTIVE. REALLY REALLY REALLY SUGGESTIVE. Fade to black levels of suggestive
Scar’s entire life was flipped on its head the moment he met Mumbo.
He’ll never forget it either.
He was at the club, looking for a fun night, maybe a pretty distraction to take home if it felt right. Scar was desperate to get the thought of Grian out of his head, there’s just no way he’s going to try wooing his co-worker.
It was after his second drink of the night that he made eye contact with Mumbo. It’s surprising how quickly any thoughts of Grian vanished from his brain, everything in him focused on the man across the bar.
The man was ridiculously tall, almost a head taller than Scar himself, and Scar wouldn’t consider himself too short, being 5’10".
Mumbo’s eyes were a beautiful dark grey, sparkling in the colored lights of the club as he eyed Scar hungrily, his gaze slowly burning up and down Scar’s body as though he was committing him to memory.
Scar didn’t even try to play hard to get, easily approaching the man as though he were in a trance.
Mumbo grinned, introduced himself, and before long they were having a surprisingly deep conversation in the quietest corner they could find. Scar thought that he’d be whisked away for sex for the night and left to the curb, but it seemed Mumbo was quite the gentleman, wanting to get to know Scar more before having a boring one night stand (his words not Scar’s).
It was interesting and new and Scar found himself unbelievably flustered by every flirty remark that brushed past Mumbo’s lips.
He’s never felt so desired before, with the way Mumbo looks at him the entire time. As though Scar is worthy of this gorgeous man’s attention, as if Scar is important and possible to love.
Mumbo leans over a bit further into Scar’s space, his fingers trailing up Scar’s arm and to his shoulder. “I have just one question for you before I take you home and give you all the love and attention you deserve.” Mumbo purred into Scar’s ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine and a heat to build in Scar’s stomach. “Forgive me for my bluntness, but do you have a soulmate?”
Normally, Scar would shut down, deflect, close himself off until whoever is asking leaves him alone. But for the first time, maybe due to the drinks he’s had, just enough to make him confident and buzzed, he merely flinches, but meets Mumbo’s gaze steadily.
“Not that I’m aware of. Never got a reply on my birthday.” Scar replied honestly.
Mumbo smirked, pleased with the answer (Scar felt as though the man could tell he wasn’t lying, but how could that be possible if they’ve only known one another for such a short time?) “Thank the void, I’m not a fan of cheaters, but I’m shocked you haven’t been claimed by someone already.”
Scar blushes heavily, the mix of alcohol and flirting causing his head to spin in a pleasant way. He shrugs, “I just haven’t found the right person yet, Mister Mumbo.” He gets right in Mumbo’s face, his nose brushing the other man’s as he gazes into those gorgeous grey eyes. The blush he earned from Mumbo was worth the nerves it took to get into this position. “Maybe you’re the one I’ve been waiting so long for.”
Mumbo’s hand suddenly bunches into Scar’s shirt, pulling them impossibly closer. “Yours or mine?” Mumbo practically growls into Scar’s ear.
He seems to calm for a moment, a spark of nerves lighting in his eyes as he quickly amends, “or a hotel, if that makes you more comfortable.”
“My place is five minutes away…” Scar answers softly, and watches in awe as a devious smirk twitches to life behind Mumbo’s immaculate mustache.
“Lead the way before I drag you to the bathroom instead.”
Scar flushes even more than before, scrambling to grab Mumbo’s hand before leading them both out of the club and stumbling onto the street.
Scar was half tempted to take Mumbo up on the offer of a quickie in the bathroom, but the idea of having Mumbo in his own bed, maybe borrowing a pair of Scar’s clothes when they were done with whatever activities were racing through Mumbo’s head, it sounded heavenly. He could pretend Mumbo was his soulmate, just for the night. Until the man inevitably left before Scar woke up in the morning.
But Scar let himself have this, trying to live in the moment instead of mourning the future.
Mumbo’s hands never stop touching Scar, soft touches normally, nothing explicit just yet. But Scar can see how Mumbo’s eyes are already set with a dominant and barely contained lust.
They take a cab, Mumbo becoming the perfectly put together gentlemen. Small talking with the driver as though the pair weren’t about to have a long night in Scar’s bed.
Mumbo’s composure finally snaps the moment they get to the apartments and step into the elevator. Scar is pinned to the wall before the doors could fully shut.
Their first kiss is heated and unbelievably passionate, lighting a fire in Scar’s stomach.
Scar chokes back a moan as Mumbo’s hands dance along his hips, pulling him closer.
Before he can fully melt into it, Mumbo suddenly pulls away, taking Scar’s hand as the elevator dings and announces its arrival to Scar’s floor.
Mumbo seems perfectly composed, smiling at Scar and patiently waiting for him to shake himself out of his stupor.
“Woah…” Scar whispers, still not moving an inch.
Mumbo presses the button to keep the elevator doors from closing. “There’s more where that came from if you can get us to your apartment, mate.”
Scar jolts, a tingle of excitement lacing up his spine as he quickly drags Mumbo down the corridor, laughing when Mumbo sputters for him to slow down.
He opens his door, allowing Mumbo inside.
There’s not much time for him to step further inside before Mumbo is crowding him against the front door, locking it for him before kissing Scar like a starved man.
Scar melts into it this time, locking his arms around Mumbo’s neck, one of his hands sliding into that pretty raven colored hair. It’s soft to the touch in the back, but in the front it’s stiff with gel, so Scar’s hands remain where it’s the softest, pulling gently every once in a while to get Mumbo to hiss or moan or even gasp into Scar’s mouth.
He managed to push Mumbo far enough away to lead them stumbling towards his room, standing was starting to become too much. Mumbo followed, but he didn’t stop touching Scar, his hands already working to unbutton Scar’s shirt even as they moved.
Before he knew it, the back of Scar’s knees hit his bed, causing him to fall to his back atop the plush mattress. Mumbo only paused enough for Scar to get comfortable before he was crawling over, straddling Scar’s hips and capturing his lips in a searing kiss once more.
Tonight was going to be more fun than Scar initially thought. Any worries of Grian being in his head were long gone, his eyes and head focused on Mumbo and Mumbo alone.
Lil redraw of my first ever grumbo post back in Oct 2025 :0 (since my brains conserving energy for artfight loll)
I like how the old one has more detailed line work (though messy) but the new one obviously fits my style currently and its nice seeing all the subtle changes i’ve made after getting more used to drawing them ^^
