Hermitcraft x Reader

Mumbo - Drabble - Copper Coloured Wings

Contains: Butterfly/Moth Hybrid!Mumbo, Fluff, Self Conscious Mumbo
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Putting down the last shulker of materials has you relieved.
Moving to the new location, the location of yours and Mumbo's megabase, was quite the task.

This year it had been even more of a task, as Mumbo had entered his winter hybernation late.
Which meant you had to move all the resources yourself.

"I'm taking a week off once he comes out of that cocoon." You grumble, entering the nether yet again to go back to the vault.

The trip through the nether is long, you run into Impulse on the way back, who is replacing his emerald bridge yet again.

"How's the building going over at the new spot?" He asks, careful not to fall off of the bridge.
"Oh you know, haven't even started." Impulse chuckles at your words.

"I imagine it was quite the task moving two sets of resources over there. I'm not looking forward to moving my one set." His smile is warm, comparable to the nether surrounding you.
You've missed having him around like last season when he was just next door.

"Yeah, it wasn't fun. My advice is go when it's overcast, the sun out there is hot." Impulse nods.
"I'll keep it in mind, anyway, I better get this finished off." He gestures to the bridge which was previously made entirely of emerald blocks. "Between you and me, if I catch the culprit I won't be held responsible for any tnt minecarts found in people's bases."

The two of you laugh and say your goodbyes, you leaving the nether.

The light of the overworld is, like always, just a little too bright after stepping out of the nether.
Even under the shade of Scar's tree.

Everything is slightly over-exposed, the grass is bright, the vault is bright, the shiny orange and green blob that's moving is bright, even the door of the vault is bright.

Wait.
Orange and green blob?

You blink a few times, eyesight returning to normal.
And what you see is.. interesting.
You can't really say you're sure how to react.

Mumbo is walking around in the sunlight, black suit quite the contrast to his vibrant wings.
They still look a little wet, he mustn't have been out for very long.

His wings, much like his cocoon, are copper coloured.
But where his cocoon started that beautiful copper orange and turned the vibrant oxidised green his wings are a number of colours.

For the most part they're orange and green, with some places where the shades are transitional. Some of these are highlighted with white specks.
On each wing there is one large black spot with a small red area on the inside.
Eyes, the defense mechanism.

Most would likely find them an unsettling sight, after all they are a defense mechanism to keep predators away.
You on the other hand are enamoured by their beauty.

Mumbo turns slowly, catching sight of you standing there staring.
"Y/n I, my wings, I didn't know." He stumbles over his words, doing his best to hide them from your view. 

"What are you on about Mumbo, my love?" You say, walking over now. 
"I saw them in the Hermitissippi, they just, I don't know." He frowns, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt sleeves.

"Show me properly?" You ask, Mumbo looks unsure, but turns around anyway.
Slowly he stretches out his wings. At full extension they're even more gorgeous than you saw before.

The colours marry each other perfectly, blending from the rich orange to the vibrant green.
The eyes are a perfect contrast to the rest of the colours, the deep back and rich red reminding you of the formal wear he so often dons. 

Mumbo is quick to hide his wings from you again, turning back around with a sad look on his face.
"I understand if you don't like them or want to see them or me ever again." He mumbles.

"What?" Mumbo looks confused at your question.
"What do you mean what?" 

"I mean whatever gave you those thoughts?" Mumbo shrugs. "That's what I thought." 
You fold your arms over one another, walking until you're so close your arms are against him.
You slightly move your hand to poke him in the chest.

"Your wings are beautiful, more beautiful than I ever imagined they would be. I can't wait to see them every day of our lives, I can't wait to see you every day either." You smile, noticing the pink flush that appears on Mumbo's face.

"So you don't hate them?" He asks, tone lighter than before.
"No, I don't hate them." Mumbo smiles, pulling you in for a hug.
"That's good then." He says with a small laugh, holding you tight with the reassurance that you still want him, even with his wings.