A group of five sat around a soft glowing fire. They didn't quite know where they were, tucked away under the dark dark trees overhead. It's not as though the two children seemed bothered, running in circles to try catching each other.
"So. Any clue where we are?" The shortest, a well short hybrid names Tubbo questioned his friend in blue. The friend is named Tommy, who seemed irritated with the paper in his hands. "None at all! This is fu-" The moth hybrid was quickly shut down by a much taller being, whose tails snap at the insects that flutter about.
"Tommy! There's kids around!" Their name is Ranboo. The two kids, Michael and Shroud, payed the adults little mind though. "Oh they've heard it before!" Tommy protested loudly, almost dropping the map he brought. The trio of adults weren't actually adults though, just three older teens doing their best to survive. Tommy has family, they just had... History. Tubbo used to have a dad. Ranboo had none at all, aside from a lady named Niki who was his adopted sister. The three were simply married for taxes and such to help get by.
Inevitably the boys became tired. Michael choosing to curl into Tubbo's fluffy coat to warm himself up. Shroud wiggled his way into the blue sweater of Tommy, pressing into his chest to rest. "We can try tommorow.." Ranboo whispered softly to his companions. Tommy only groaned, hugging around himself and his son to keep them both warm. Tubbo was quick to rest beside him, forming a cuddle pile which he promptly dragged Ranboo to sleep in as well. "Yeah, that means we ALL sleep big man. C'mon, lie down or something."
They fall asleep into their own comforting dreams, despite how cold the air around them were. The fire would soon go out and soon, they'd sleep in the darkness of the night only under a thin blanket.
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What they didn't realize were the soft eyes watching through the dark. Dark and lifeless, most would say. His skin cold and grey, tinited blue. Hands dark as night as they moved to hold a dull red beanie, keeping himself steady. Ghostbur was crouched low, looming over the small group he had been watching for hours.
Curiosity mostly led him here, holding his once full beanie. The five little hybrids that had gotten lost in his territory each had their own little smell, and Ghostbur wanted to know each. He also wanted to show his family.
Reaching down, Ghostbur selected the black and white being first. Careful of the long body, this one was lanky and thin. Ghostbur held the being close before sniffing. A mix of scents, not one particularly out there. But they felt so cold in Ghostbur's hand and he felt concern hit him over this being.
He didn't have anywhere to put the little guy but.. Ghostbur glanced at his beanie. It could fit.. Maybe them all?
Toying with the idea for a moment, Ghostbur decided to gingerly tuck away the first being in his beanie. Warm and comfortable, safe away from this horrid world. Ghostbur already had some grass in there, which worked well.
Glancing at the rest of them, Ghostbur started sniffing again. This time, the one in red and their.. Mini? A child? The elder smelled like flowers and.. Dirt. Simply put. The child smelled like daisys to be exact. Then, delicately as he could, Ghostbur deposited the duo into the beanie as well. Now the last two. The elder smelled like honey, but gun powder too. The smaller reminded Ghostbur of his elder twin.
"Okayy.. Okay okay- so now I have.. Little beings." He mumbled as he put them into his beanie and just.. Held it. Unsure now of what to do with the sleeping creatures inside. This would take awhile..
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Who needs sleep? All I need is tiny Michael and his two giant dads!
If you don't want to read it on ao3, fic is below the cut:
CW: none. This is pure fluff hours.
A Gift for Michael
Ranboo watched with a dopey grin as Michael spun in place. The tiny piglin wobbled as he turned in circles, little giggles spilling from his lips as he got dizzier and dizzier. Finally, the dizziness was too much, and Michael fell backwards with a squeal of laughter.
The enderman hybrid let out a little vroop of delight. He could watch his son toddle around all day… if it weren't so hard on his back.
Because Michael was so small, only a couple of inches, it wasn't safe for him to wander around the larger rooms he and Tubbo used. Michael had his own little bedroom, as close to his size as they could manage. Since he was still a toddler, and oblivious to the dangers of falling from high places, the room was on the floor, in case he managed to wander out.
Thus, if Ranboo wanted to fulfill his dreams of doing nothing but watch his son's adorable antics, he had to do so while lying flat on the floor in order to see into Michael's room. Entirely worth it, in his opinion.
"Boo!" Michael cried, tapping a hand against the baby gates that kept him inside. He looked at Ranboo with a grin on his face, his one eye wide and excited.
Ranboo nearly burst into tears.
"Hi, Michael," he said softly, his tail thumping against the ground.
"Ranboo!" Tubbo shouted suddenly, bursting into the room.
Ranboo jumped, slamming his head against the underside of the table Michael's room was hidden beneath. He made a noise in Endspeak that he was about 70% sure was a curse.
"No swearing around the tiny baby," Tubbo chided instantly, not sounding upset in the slightest.
"I don't think he can actually make that sound, Tubbo," Ranboo said with a laugh.
Of course, Michael proved him wrong a second later by making an incredibly close approximation to the probably-swear.
"Awwww, is Michael's first word a swear?" Tubbo cooed. "Uncle Tommy is going to be so proud."
"No, no," Ranboo protested. "He said my name a second ago! Can you say it again Michael? Can you say 'Boo'?"
"V-wirirp," said Michael.
"Yeah… if I'm gonna be honest, even if he said 'Boo,' that wasn't his first word either," Tubbo said.
"What do you mean, even if-"
"Cause remember he said chicken the other day?" Tubbo finished.
If by 'chicken' he meant something that sounded like 'tickee' then yes he kind of had.
"And 'appa,'" Ranboo said with a smile.
"I think you mean apple, boss man," Tubbo corrected. "Our Michael only says the most sophisticated words."
"So ch and l's are too hard for you, but you can perfectly copy an Endspeak swear?" Ranboo whispered to Michael. "What's that about, huh?"
"Boo," Michael said solemnly.
"Huh," said Tubbo. "He really did learn your name."
"Mmhmm!" he said with a happy flick of his tail.
"No 'ran,' though, probably too hard for him."
"You can't expect him to run, he's still learning to walk!" Ranboo said with a smirk.
Tubbo was unamused.
"Puns are banned in my house," he said flatly.
"Your house?" Ranboo repeated. "The magnificent mansion that you are paying monthly installments of diamonds for?"
"Ok, fine. Puns are banned in my country," Tubbo shot back.
"Hmm," he hummed, still not impressed. "It wasn't really a pun, more like wordplay."
"Well I'll play… your… words," his husband said. Ranboo snorted.
"Ooh ouch, got me there."
"Are you going to get out from under the table sometime today?" Tubbo asked, apparently giving up. Ranboo was about to say no, he was fine right here, but he frowned. There was a fuzzy feeling at the back of his mind, the kind that happened when he was forgetting something… so pretty much daily.
"Did we have something to do today?" He asked, furrowing his brow.
"Yup," his husband said with a grin. "We're going shopping for the G-I-F-T."
Ranboo felt a familiar buzz of happiness he got whenever Tubbo didn't make a big deal out of his memory problems. Then, he processed what the other hybrid had actually said and let out a gasp of delight.
"Michael's birthd-!"
"Shhhhh," Tubbo hushed him quickly.
Ranboo managed to calm himself, though his tail was flicking back and forth rapidly with his excitement.
"I don't think he knows the word birthday yet, 'Bo," he said with a small amount of amusement. Tubbo rolled his eyes, but didn't comment.
"Ready to go?" he asked instead.
"Yes! Wait not yet," Ranboo said quickly.
He turned to Michael, and reached over the baby gate, holding his hand out flat. The little piglin instantly jumped into his hand, grabbing onto his thumb. Ranboo curled his fingers around his son, and carefully lifted him out of his room.
He held Michael up to his face. The piglin leaned forward, hugging Ranboo's nose with all of his might.
"Bah! Bah! Boo!" He babbled. Ranboo chose to believe he was saying goodbye.
"Bye-bye, Michael," he said with a smile. He gently nuzzled the toddler. "I'll see you soon, ok?"
With great reluctance, he pulled Michael away, and lowered him back into his room. He tilted his hand gently, and Michael slid off, going right back to spinning in circles.
Ranboo gave himself one last look at the adorable sight, then began the awkward ordeal of actually getting out from under the table. He banged his head once or twice, but finally managed to squirm out with most of his dignity intact. He stood, and brushed himself off, turning to his husband.
"Ready now!" He said, practically bouncing with excitement.
Tubbo had an achingly fond look on his face. The goat hybrid reached forward, grabbing his wrist. After a couple of tugs, he linked his arm through Ranboo's, and they began walking towards the door.
"Where to first?" Ranboo asked.
"Well, I happen to know of a shop close to L'm- close to the museum," Tubbo said, barely stumbling at the mistake.
"What kind of shop?" Ranboo didn't mention his slip. Tubbo was considerate enough to not mention his faulty memory. He would return the favor the best he could.
"I don't know, one that sells things?" Tubbo said with a shrug.
"Helpful," said Ranboo dryly.
"We'll just find out when we get there," came the airy response.
Tubbo tugged his arm gently, bumping their shoulders together- quite a feat considering the enderman hybrid's shoulder was about a foot higher.
Ranboo smiled. Even if the shop was a bust, he knew he wouldn't regret going. Spending a day with Tubbo would always be worth his time.
***
The shop did indeed sell things. Shocker.
It was actually a gift shop, or something along those lines. The stock seemed to be made up of various knick knacks and novelty items. None of it was very impressive, but this type of shop was perfect for their needs.
Unsurprisingly, shopping for a three inch tall toddler was not an easy task. Not only was it hard to find toddler safe wares, it was impossible to find toddler safe wares that were Michael's size. Choking hazard they may be, but tiny toys were the only thing small enough for their son to interact with.
A gift shop like this usually sold nothing but cheap junk. However, a lot of that junk was pocket sized. Michael sized. Weird keychains and figurines weren't the most traditional of toys, but Ranboo and Tubbo had learned to be creative while raising a child the size of a finger. The hope today was to find something a little more traditionally toy-like for Michael's birthday.
Tubbo had wandered towards the jewelry- sometimes the charms made for decent toys- while Ranboo gravitated towards the keychains. Even without his mission to find a gift, he would enjoy browsing the keychains. Most of them were shiny, made from gemstones that caught the light in a particularly pleasing manner. But they weren't what he was looking for.
Ironically, he didn't see something that caught his eye until it did the exact opposite. Instead of drawing his attention like most, his gaze slid over one keychain. He glanced back a second later, realizing it wasn't a gemstone one, and his eyes went wide.
"Tubbo!" He called, gingerly lifting the keychain from where it rested. "Tubbo, I found it."
His husband rushed over from the other side of the store, nearly bowling over an elderly couple in his determination. He slid to a stop beside Ranboo, eyes automatically falling to the keychain he held cupped in his hands. He gasped.
"It's perfect," he said reverently.
***
Eret squinted down at the object in their hands with just a hint of bewilderment. Two button eyes and a nose of thread poked out of a fluffy face. The head was topped with two little ears and a keychain attachment. Despite its size, barely an inch, it was shaped just like any other teddy bear.
"I'm sorry, you want me to what?" They asked.
"Take out it's guts and stuff it with something softer?" Ranboo repeated a little sheepishly.
Eret gently poked at the bear. Despite the soft outside, it was very firm. Whatever made up the material inside, it wouldn't make for a very huggable teddy. However, for a keychain meant to hold its shape, it was very practical. Their skepticism must have shown on their face, because Tubbo spoke up.
"Please, Eret," Tubbo begged, giving them the sad eyes he used to use whenever he wanted something. It had been a while since they'd seen that. "You're the only person I know who can sew and shit besides Tommy- and he'd give the bear fucking angry eyes or a tattoo or some shit."
"That… that still doesn't explain why," Eret said.
"It's for Michael," Ranboo said quietly, glancing around to make sure nobody else heard. Eret instantly softened.
They were one of the few people who knew of Michael's existence. It had been an accidental discovery, but they were determined not to betray Ranboo and Tubbo's trust- especially Tubbo's, after everything.
Any weakness in this world was dangerous. Attachments were taken advantage of and destroyed with barely a second thought. Michael was a toddler, an incredibly tiny one. Both made him very vulnerable, and the two husbands protected him with a terrifying amount of resolve.
As far as they knew, the only other people who knew about Michael's existence were Tommy, Phil and Fundy. The latter two's discovery of Michael had been as accidental as their own, and Fundy had nearly had an axe buried in his skull when he handled Michael a little too roughly.
To be trusted with anything Michael related, no matter how small, was beyond an honor. To be trusted at all again was more than they deserved. It was something to be treasured.
"I'll do it," Eret said, handling the bear with even more care now that he knew its purpose. Of course Tubbo and Ranboo wanted it stuffed with something softer; it was for their beloved son.
***
Ranboo hadn't realized how time-consuming Eret's job would be. Restuffing the bear took several hours, and the size seemed to make it harder rather than speed anything up. Each movement and stitch had to be made with the utmost care, or Eret risked tearing the delicate little bear. It was dark by the time they finally got home.
If Michael had been a human or even a hybrid, they wouldn't have left him alone for so long. But, though he was a toddler, he was also a piglin. Even as infants, pigling young needed far less supervision than human babies. Though snacks wouldn't hurt them, they really only needed to eat once a day, so there was no need to feed Michael every few hours. Because his room was very thoroughly baby-proofed, there was no risk of him hurting himself while they weren't watching.
Still, neither of them liked leaving their son home alone. Ranboo hoped he liked the gift, otherwise they'd been away from him for nothing.
Tubbo carefully held the stuffed bear, which was now incredibly squishy and sewed shut with golden thread. Ranboo slipped under the table to get Michael. He managed to avoid bumping his head this time, which was a huge plus.
"Michael? We're back. And we brought you a…" Ranboo trailed off as he peeked into Michael's room.
The little piglin was fast asleep, curled up in a pile of blankets with a happy smile on his face. Ranboo felt a wave of happiness at the adorable sight, but he was also a little disappointed.
"He's asleep," Ranboo told Tubbo in a whisper.
"Oh," said Tubbo, sounding just as disappointed as he felt. "Should we just stick the bear in with him?"
"What? No!" Ranboo said, giving his husband an indignant look. "That ruins the whole point of the gift!"
"He's a toddler, Boo," Tubbo said in exasperation. "He's not gonna understand gifts anyways."
"He's a toddler," Ranboo repeated with narrowed eyes, "so he won't understand that we gave him the bear if we put it there now. He'll think it appeared out of nowhere."
"So?"
"So, what if he doesn't trust it? What if it scares him? What if he hates it? What if he hates us for not protecting him??" Ranboo's voice rose with each new possibility.
"Alright, that's a little bit-" Tubbo began.
"Boo?" A tiny voice cut him off. Ranboo turned to the source, finding a bleary-eyed Michael blinking up at him.
"Hey buddy," Ranboo cooed. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."
"Bee?" Michael said a few seconds later.
"B-? Oh, Tubbo?" Ranboo guessed. "He's here too."
Tubbo stuck his head under the table, and Michael leapt to his feet, jumping and pointing.
"Bee!" The toddler enthused. Ranboo blinked back the moisture in his eyes at the precious nickname Michael had for Tubbo.
"That's right, Bee and Boo are back now. You wanna come out?" He asked.
"Ow?" Michael echoed. He held up his arms, which Ranboo took as a yes.
Ranboo carefully reached out, scooping Michael into his hands. The piglin leaned into the warmth with a yawn, still drowsy from his nap. Ranboo's heart melted as his son nuzzled against his fingers, making a chuffing sound he'd heard Techno make a few times.
It was a lot harder with his hands full of such precious cargo, but he wiggled his way out from under the table and slowly stood. He checked on Michael, who still seemed comfortable, then turned to Tubbo with mounting excitement.
"Now?" He asked.
"Now," Tubbo confirmed with a grin.
"Michael, we have a gift for you," Ranboo told the toddler. Michael looked up at him with an expression void of any thoughts.
"Michael, look here," Tubbo crooned, catching their son's attention. The piglin's gaze swiveled towards him, and Tubbo held out the little bear.
He reached out, and Tubbo and Ranboo moved as one, cupping their hands together so Michael could reach. The toddler crawled forward, stopping in front of the plush bear. He tentatively extended his hand, petting its soft fur. Then, with a delighted little noise, he pulled it into his lap and hugged it.
"Ben nen! Bah bah!" He babbled ecstatically.
Tubbo nodded along, pretending to understand the baby talk. Then he looked up at Ranboo with a serious expression.
"He says the bear's name is Benson," Tubbo announced solemnly. Michael let out a happy shriek, seeming to confirm this.
Ranboo snorted. He could kind of see where Tubbo heard 'Benson'… except Michael couldn't say his S's yet.
"Are you sure he didn't say Bennen?" he asked.
"That's not a name," Tubbo scoffed.
"Then Brennen, perhaps? I don't think he has R's down either."
"Brennen," his husband said with disdain, "is a stupid name for a bear. That's a last name, only an American would use it as a first name."
"You sound like Tommy," Ranboo said.
"Take that back," said Tubbo with a mock glare.
"Never."
They fell silent, both content to watch Michael puttering around in their joined hands. He toddled back and forth, babbling and holding up Benson the bear whenever he noticed their eyes on him.
Ranboo glanced back and forth between his husband and his son. Something desperately, achingly fond surged in his chest. He wouldn't trade anything for what he had right now.
Soft moments, in the dim light of a mostly empty mansion. Here, in his home, with the two most important people in the world.
Next au time, and I honestly think this one will get the most attention because of one thing:
Mer au.
I like them, I made one. But this time all the mers are deep sea fish cause they’re cool and more terrifying and I can have an excuse to draw body horror fish people.
Tommy was on a boat as a toddler and the boat crashed, knocking him out and leaving him badly injured. He was found by a young sea witch in training, Ranboo, who quickly managed to enchant a nearby shell to help Tommy breath underwater to save his life. Tommy wakes up with only blurry unrecognizable memories of his human family after a nasty hit to the head, but is now surrounded by three mers. Giant squid hybrid Bad (a more experienced sea witch and Ranboo’s teacher), lanternfish hybrid skeppy, and angler hybrid Ranboo, down at the depths of the ocean.
Bad explained to Tommy what happened and said that he was now in the depths of the ocean and that he’d added a few new spells to the seashell he’d been given to breath, mostly ones to make Tommy’s body more suitable for the pressure of the deep ocean, survive with the lack of average human food and sunlight, and understand and communicate in the mer’s language since none of them knew English, and had embedded the shell into a headpiece so Tommy couldn’t lose it, as taking it off would likely kill him.
Years later, Tommy still lives near the bottom of the ocean with Ranboo, along with his now best friend and Ranboo’s fiancé Tubbo, a barreleye hybrid, and their kids Micheal, a cuddlefish hybrid, and Shroud, an isopod hybrid (id specify who’s kid is who’s but you all already know). They also managed to convince Bad to drag a giant shipwreck a bit deeper down on the ocean floor, so now thats where they live. Tommy also convinced him to drag an extra submarine down and claimed that as his home cause he’s a big man and can live by himself, but he still mostly lives in the big shipwreck.
Things are all going pretty well until they start seeing signs that humans might know of them, seeing cameras only a bit higher than where they live. They know the humans can’t put cameras too low, since the pressure would crush them, but it’s still nerve wracking, especially for Tommy who still swims higher in the ocean for fun sometimes (against Bad’s wishes, but who cares, the bench trio moved out of his cave years ago). Meanwhile deep sea Ichthyologists (fancy word for deep sea fish studiers) twins Wilbur and Techno call up their father Phil, fully convinced after what they’ve seen on the cameras that their baby brother is alive after all this time.
I have more plans for this au, including how other characters fit in (mostly the Dream Team because Sapnap is Bad’s son), but this is already too long, so I’ll leave that be for later.
tiny bee hybrid tubbo and giant enderman hybrid ranboo noms
I may have accidentally originally written Tubbo as a goat hybrid ;-; whoops- but he bee now!
Warnings: Soft vore and character having lack of sleep.
Words: 1.9K+
He wasn’t sure how many times he had ender-walked in the last month, only that the month had passed relatively quickly, not only that but many of days seemed vague even with the help of his memory book. So, it was clear something was happening.
He wasn’t even happy about it, not only did he have no idea what this other half could be doing, especially within the prison. But also, that everything was passing by so quickly, meaning that he’d probably been disappearing a lot of time.
And the situation right now was the fact he woken up in the middle of nowhere, lost. It was strangely familiar though with the spruce trees, perhaps he was nearby Snowchester or The Antarctic Empire, somewhere where he could get his bearings.
The snow embraced him, covering him with its icy coldness, it was mildly uncomfortable since the snow was a form of water, he could always feel the icy particles melt onto his skin and burn lightly. It never hurt; it was just uncomfortable.
The snow definitely wasn’t unbearable, otherwise, he’d most likely be seeking shelter immediately, but what did want him to seek shelter was the sunset, meaning it was midnight. Soon, mobs would be coming for him.
He walked through the grounded snow, crunching under his feet, the wind breezing through his hair. He walked aimlessly, hoping to find any sort of familiarity. And eventually, it came in the form of a giant mansion in the distance. Snowchester.
He ran towards it as night quickly approached, to say the least, he did trip a couple of times as he narrowly dodged arrows, zombie bites and the sudden appearance of a creeper, but relief filled his lungs as he saw the front door of the mansion.
Quickly with determination, he ran quickly towards the door with was neatly lit with torches. He pushed the door open, proceeded to slip as he entered and kick the door closed with his legs. He panted as he was finally able to catch a moment of breath.
The peace didn’t last however, “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” he heard the quick buzzing of bee wings come down the large stairway, coming towards him. It was Tubbo, his platonic husband. “Hey Bo, I can-“, “It’s almost Midnight!”.
He looked up to see the others eye’s, quite unusual due to the fact Tubbo usually covered them, but as of now, they were tied up in a high ponytail. His antennae on full display. He must’ve been playing with Michael, but at the moment, Ranboo couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.
It was a rare moment Ranboo got to see his face and it couldn’t help but make him laugh and smile at the situation. It seemed that Tubbo caught on as to why Ranboo was laughing and a flustered blush displayed on his features, but he remained strict.
“Okay, okay!”- He took a minute to breathe and calm down. “I actually don’t know; it must’ve been another ender walk”. Tubbo’s features turned to one of concern. “Are you okay?”, “I’m fine, just- What happened?”.
Tubbo thought for a minute, “Well, you were here this morning for breakfast and stuff, but then you disappeared for hours. We went looking and couldn’t find you, so, we waited”. Tubbo ruffled Ranboo’s hair in reassurance, “It’s fine now though! You’re safe!”.
That didn’t exactly put his worries at ease, he was going to have to try and stop his ender walks one way or another, but he put his worries aside with a sigh and grabbed the hand Tubbo had offered to him.
They smiled and made their way upstairs towards Michael’s room, as they entered a happy little Piglin tried to walk towards them, Tubbo happily picked him up as they both walked towards the bed and tucked him in.
Then the two made their ways to their own beds…
…
His breath hitched slightly as he could himself falling asleep, despite how exhausted he was, he couldn’t sleep. At least until he figured out something of what was going on with his ender walks. He covered his mouth to make sure his uneven breathing couldn’t be heard by Tubbo.
And so, he stayed like that for the right of the night, staying awake for as long as he could until the break of dawn. When everybody else woke up. He could hear a buzzing of wings as a weight was lifted from the bed and a groan of wood hitting his ears.
“Morning”, Tubbo announced in a dozed state. Ranboo got up himself and stretched, his tail flicking about in the process. “I’m going to head down and cook Breakfast; you get ready and grab Michael”. Tubbo then made his way out of the room.
Ranboo walked over towards the mirror to see bags forming under his eyes. But he quickly ignored them in favour of grabbing Michael, he made his way to the next room over to see the Piglin still in bed.
He quietly approached the bed, “Michael…” he whispered. “It’s time to get up! You don’t wanna upset Papa do you?”, he gently shook the Piglin. The Piglin then moved from under the covers and stretched as he woke up, then made grabby hands towards his dad.
It made Ranboo smile as he lifted Michael into the air, giving him a little boost before catching him. Gaining a happy squeal from the child as the two finally made their way downstairs.
…
There in the kitchen stood Tubbo, wearing his apron with his hair once again tied back, he seemed to be making progress with his appearance. “Hey Bo!” he greeted as he entered, walking towards the dining room table to give his son a seat.
He placed Michael in his baby chair, Tubbo happily turned around to see his husband, but the expression quickly turned to one of concern. “Hey Boo, are you okay?”, he quickly answered, “Y-yes why?”.
“Did you sleep last night?”, the question caught Ranboo slightly off guard, but he quickly answered, “Yeah, of course”. Tubbo slipped to let it slide for now as he put whatever was on the pan onto some plates and carried them towards the table.
He gave everybody their places and sat down, then digging into his meal. Ranboo took a minute to realise he was supposed to be eating and quickly dug in, Michael quickly followed wanting to follow in his father’s footsteps.
“So” Tubbo began, the two looked to Tubbo to let him know they were listening. “I was thinking that we could go out today! Like a family!”. Michael squealed in excitement, raising his arms into the air happily. Ranboo just smiled, “Sounds great Bo!”.
The three then began their preparations for the journey, Ranboo dressing up Michael in adorable boots and clothes, making sure he’d be warm within the winter cold until they reached a warmer biome. And in the background, Tubbo grabbed a potion, in case of emergencies…
…
The three arrive at a field, they take off whatever winter covers they have as Michael desperately wants to explore. Soon, he escapes his father’s hold; Tubbo quickly gave chase after his precious son as Ranboo collided with a tree, exhaustion catching up to him.
He isn’t sure but he’s woken up by Tubbo, who has a hand to his shoulder and a worried expression on his face. His tail twitches anxiously. Tubbo speaks in a gentle tone, “Are you sure, you’re okay Boo?”. Ranboo looks away nervously.
“I- I”, Tubbo squeezes his shoulder in reassurance, which is enough to get him to spill it out, he takes a deep breath. “I’m worried about the ender walks Bo- I keep disappearing, what if I do something dangerous?!”.
Tubbo ruffled his hair, “I thought that might be the case, knowing you”. He searched through a satchel he had brought with him and brought out a potion. Ranboo eyes widened, “A potion, what’s that going to do?”.
“I don’t know if you remember Boo, but this has sort of happened before. Last time though it was your idea”. Ranboo looked confused as he tried to recall, “Test my memory a sec?”.
“It’s a shrinking potion”, He gave Ranboo a moment to think as he tried to remember and then it clicked, “Wait- WAIT- I thought!”, Tubbo covered Ranboo’s mouth. “Good, you remember. Now here’s the plan. You eat me, I keep you from ender walking so you can sleep”.
“What about Michael!?”, the two looked over to their son who was happily playing with the flowers, Tubbo sighed. “I wasn’t saying to do it right now, you idiot. Later.”. Ranboo oohed and curled in on himself slightly.
Tubbo sat down next to Ranboo and collided their foreheads with a bump of their horns and antennae, a form of reassurance. It comforted Ranboo slightly, “Don’t worry Boo, it’ll be okay!”.
…
He sat on the bed as he waited for Tubbo’s return from putting Michael to bed, the plan itself was simple itself, just the thought of having a living thing in his stomach wasn’t the most reassuring thought, at least for Ranboo.
He remembered the last experience slightly, Tubbo had consumed a random for the fun of it. Not wanting Tubbo to be in danger, he kept him in a safe place, which was his stomach and it seemed history was about to repeat itself.
Tubbo then barged through the door cheerfully, shaking the potion in his grasp as he gave a smirk towards Ranboo. Ranboo sighed and patted a space beside him on the bed, to which Tubbo happily jumped on.
“You ready?!”, he seemed oddly confident and cheerful. “How are you okay with this?”, “It was actually kinda cosy last time, I looked forward to doing it again!”. Ranboo sighed and nodded, giving Tubbo permission to begin.
Tubbo immediately began to gulp down the solution, even though the mixture tasted horrid. And soon enough his short husband had turned into a tiny husband in the palms of his hands. If it wasn’t obvious, he was nervous.
And with that, Tubbo rubbed his palm in reassurance as Ranboo brought him towards his mouth. Nervously, he opened his mouth slightly, which was wide enough for Tubbo to hop inside. The flavour of limes quickly filled his taste buds.
He forgot much nice Tubbo tasted the last time and couldn’t control himself and purred as he licked at Tubbo, Tubbo couldn’t help but laugh as he was attacked by the tongue. It seemed that Ranboo had finally opened up to the idea.
And soon, he was deemed worthy enough to be stored as Ranboo titled his head back and swallowed. Sending Tubbo into his stomach, he couldn’t help but trace Tubbo’s descent with a finger, making sure Tubbo was okay with the journey.
With mild struggles, he soon fell into Ranboo’s stomach. He rubbed at the stomach walls, “You okay Boo?”, “Y-yeah, how about you?”, he heard a giggle from Tubbo as Tubbo rubbed against his stomach walls, gaining a purr.
He took the answer as yes and laid down and snuggled under the blanket, exhaustion catching up to him. He didn’t fall asleep immediately though as he waited for Tubbo to snuggle down as well and then rubbed his stomach soothingly.
The two then gave each other’s their goodnights and Ranboo was happy enough to find that he hadn’t ender walked. He thought perhaps that the two of them should do it more often.
AYYYY this is a fun combo! I went back on how exactly the pairing would end up, but this is ultimately what I decided on :] Sorry that it’s kinda short :[
Prompts from here!
Warnings for fear, slight swearing
Word Count ~650
------My Little Boy------
Tubbo and Ranboo reached the edge of one of the many crimson forests in the Nether, sighing in relief as they spotted a portal up ahead.
"Hell yeah! It's too hot for this, Boo"
"I know, Bo." Ranboo gave his platonic husband a smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. "But we've got all the blaze rods and everything else we needed. We shouldn't have to come back for a while."
Tubbo hummed in response and they began to walk toward the portal, the purple glow casting an odd coloring on the surrounding area. They stepped in, feeling the magic of the portal as they were transported back home.
They walked into their house, Tubbo heading ahead of Ranboo to organize the things they'd gathered.
"I'll go check on Michael while you do that, then." Ranboo gave Tubbo a small smile and walked up a flight of stairs, navigating their home and coming to stop by his son's door. He knocked on it softly. "Michael? We're home!"
All he heard from the other side of the door was the sound of a soft crying, and Ranboo felt his pearl shift as he felt himself teleport directly into the room, looking around as his paternal instincts screamed at him to help.
The problem was, he couldn't see his son.
Panic gripped his chest. Where was his son?!?
And then he turned, and he saw a small figure on his son's desk. It took longer than he'd like to admit to realize the following: the figure was alive, the figure was his son, his son looked terrified.
Ranboo stepped forward numbly, though he stopped in his tracks as his son scrambled away from him. His son was scared. His son was scared of him.
It twisted something unpleasantly in his chest, but he slowly walked forward, hands out placatingly. He knelt in front of the desk to be more eye-level with the tiny zombified piglin.
"Hey, Michael." He gave the kid as gentle a smile as he could manage and tried to ignore how his child cowered away from him with a sniffle. “What happened, bud?”
And then his son was stammering and, although the words were rushed and stumbling and didn’t make much sense, Ranboo gathered that “the green man” had done this, or had at least had something to do with this. He felt the anger bubbling in his stomach, yet he kept a gentle smile as he coaxed the little boy into his hands.
“Let’s go see Papa, okay? We’ll figure out how to fix this, I promise.” His heart softened and twisted simultaneously as he saw Michael prepare himself to step onto his hands. “That’s it,” he gave an encouraging smile, “you’re very brave.”
His little boy gave him a big smile at that, and fully shifted into Ranboo’s hands. Ranboo could feel his son trembling as he straightened himself, standing carefully and murmuring reassurances to his son, his little MIchael.
Fury churned in his gut as he slowly carried his boy downstairs to his husband. He paused outside of the storage room. He looked down at his trembling son and held him close to his chest, shushing him gently at the panicked noises.
“Are you ready to see Papa?” The little boy gave a shaky nod, though he was obviously nervous and still (quite understandably) afraid of everything around him. “We can wait if you need to.”
“No.” The piglin shook his head, looking determined as he looked up at the Enderman hybrid. “Wanna see Papa...”
“You’re being so brave,” Ranboo murmured to his pride and joy, “I love you.”
“Love you, Dad.”
And Ranboo gave another reassuring smile before knocking on the door, his husband answering and looking to Michael with wide eyes.
Hear me out, giant tommy hanging out with tiny Michael.
Awwwwww
His tiny best friend asked if Tommy could babysit his equally small kid so he and Ranboo could go out and collect some more materials. So now Tommy is holding the itty bitty piglin child and trying to figure out what he's gonna do.
By the end of the day, Michael has fallen asleep drapped over Tommy's nose and Tommy is also fast asleep, a finger resting protectively over the small piglin. Tubbo and Ranboo refused to wake either of them when they got home and just climbed up onto Tommy's chest and fell asleep there. They could put everything away when they woke up.
If one remembers correctly it is Monarch Monday which means its Ronan appreciation day which means Roman gets spoiled with love so Roan take my fucking love you handsome devil-
Also first fic yaaayyy, I’m doing this based on memory so i’m sorry if i got some things wrong- (inervoushelp)
Warnings: Injury (Nobody dies), Captivity, swearing i think? (If i forgot anything please let me know-)
For @baka-monarch
Words: 1K ish
Tommy had recently finished tending to his farm, and it seems Tubbo has been quite busy as of late been busy with chores to do around the village, so he was just left to be swimming in the wide ocean.
He wasn’t alone though, he had his friend Ranboo by his side, who was constantly trying to keep up with him, he honestly found it quite hilarious since Ranboo is so small compared to him and he can see Ranboo swimming around his tentacles, trying to gain speed to keep up with him. Tommy isn’t that much of an ass though, he does keep Ranboo the occasional boost if needed.
He sighed and decided to take a break, well for Ranboo anyways, a couple of easy swims isn’t quite so easy for a tiny Mer like Ranboo. He chuckled “You alright there, Big man?”. He sat there as Ranboo swam up to his face, which took a good minute. “I-I’m fine! You sure swim fast though...”. He said in between pants for his breath.
Before Tommy could even begin communication with his friend, Ranboo’s attention seemed to be elsewhere, as he went to ask, he was interrupted by Ranboo asking, “Tommy, have you destroyed any ships recently?”.
Tommy raised an eyebrow in confusion, he hadn’t taken down any ships in a while since no pirates have dared come near the town for a while, the only ships he’s seen is Puffy's and the other villagers. Oh no.
Tommy went into alert towards the boat to investigate, he hoped it wasn’t one of the villagers, had they been attacked by Mers? Had he not kept an eye on them?!
His heart pounded out of his chest as he surfaced the water, taking a close look at the damage.
He exhaled in relief as it wasn’t one of his own, but something did catch his interest, it appeared to be a net of some sort, containing something. In fact, it was one of the only remnants left of the ship. Heck even the cause of what happened to this boat was unclear.
Ranboo soon surfaced beside him, looking at Tommy in concern, “You alright?”, “Fine, don’t worry. It’s nobody we know”. Tommy reached a hand out to Ranboo in comfort, but before Ranboo could even begin to comfort Tommy, they both heard a strange sound. It came from the net.
Tommy wrapped a hand around Ranboo and brought him towards his chest as he glared at the net in alarm. But his glare changed from one of anger to concern as the nets sound became a lot clearer. It was a baby Mers chirps. Tommy looked down at Ranboo and he seemed just as concerned.
Tommy used his other hand to poke at the net, in response, there was a chirp of alert. It seemed whatever was in this net was a baby mer. “Ranboo, could you open the net for me please?”.
Ranboo immediately went into action and swam quickly towards it, trying to get whatever baby in this net out. What was a baby Mer doing in a net-like this?
The most likely conclusion was that a ship had captured a baby Mer and whatever happened to the ship got it destroyed, leaving this Mer to suffer in this net. Leaving to now Tommy’s and Ranboo’s responsibility to save the poor Mer.
After a while of fiddling with the net Ranboo finally got it loose and held onto the baby Mer. The baby Mer seemed weak with injuries covering their head and arms, they were a light pink colour with a semblance of green too. Their grip barely had any strength to it. It broke Ranboo’s heart to see them like this, Tommy’s too.
Tommy held out his hand to Ranboo, to which he swam into. Ranboo was then held into a somewhat tight grip, enough to keep him safe when travelling at fast paces. And the second Tommy was sure they were safe, he swam as fast as possible back to the village.
A couple of hours later.
“So let me get this straight, you both found this baby Mer stuck in a net out in the sea?” Tubbo concluded after being told of their recent adventure.
Tommy sat with Tubbo in his human form on the rock and beside them a pond of water, big enough to hold a couple of Mers, and with them in the water was Ranboo, the baby Mer beside him also, laying in his arms, covered in bandages from his injuries. He was fast asleep after their tough day.
“Yeah, and the thing is, we don’t know what to do with the lil’ guy since well, I doubt Wilbur’s up to taking care of another kid since Fundy’s already a handful, doubt Karl would want a kid and I have no idea who else would care for him.”. Tommy explained.
Tubbo didn’t respond initially, he just stared down at the small baby Mer for a moment, the mer was just to put it simply adorable and had gained a spot in Tubbo’s heart, the same could be said for Ranboo and Tommy.
“Mine.”. Tubbo said in a low tone. “What?” Both Tommy and Ranboo looked at Tubbo in confusion. “Mine”. Tubbo stood up from his spot in the rocks and climbed down to a point where he could interact with the baby Mer, he gently put his hand on the Mers's face.
“Tubbo, you’re acting like a clingy Tommy right now”. Ranboo snorted at his platonic husband’s behaviour, Tubbo looked up at him in annoyance. “HEY BITCH! I HEARD THAT Y’KNOW!”. Tommy stomped his foot and stood his ground.
“SHHH!”. They quickly snapped, not wanting the baby to be awoken. Ranboo sighed, “Tubbo, we can’t necessarily take care of a kid, we’re just kids ourselves”. “Don’t care, he’s ours now. I’m naming him Michael”.
And from that point on, Tubbo and Ranboo became parents, and Tommy became an uncle. It luckily didn’t take too long for Michael to recover, only with a couple of scars but he proved to be a very happy and friendly Mer. He loves spending time with his family. And not so long ago Tubbo gave him a little chicken plush he named Benson.
