please, li, big sibling (i kinda see you as a cool older sibling, i hope you're fine with that), after the near heart attack all of beeduo fans had today, could we get some extremely cute ranboo, tubbo and michael fluff? my little heart needs it /gen -sugar
hello i wrote something like yesterday and it didnt post ;-; but anyways. i'll admit, i'm not necessarily in the fluffiest of moods at the moment, but i'm thinking about king eret, who michael only knows from stories about l'manburg as the traitor who cost his father his first life, coming into their house, ordering the people away, and picking up the little piglin boy in her arms to carry him back to her castle. she has to know that if she gets caught, or if ranboo and tubbo refuse to listen, or if any one of a million different things go horribly, horrifically wrong, she could be killed for this. the little piglin in her arms is clinging to her; he doesn't know who she is but after the loud, scary people who hurt him, she's soft and warm and reassuring as she runs with him in her arms. she doesn't give him her name yet, can't risk him crying out until they're safely away from the people who would hunt the precious child- and he really is a child, barely old enough to even be considered that- just for, what, fun? she's disgusted by them, the sick people who would hurt a child.
they make it to eret's castle, the child on her shoulder half-asleep with a thumb in his mouth as she carries him through the gates. she orders them shut behind her; she doesn't know when ranboo and tubbo will arrive, but until they do, the child is her responsibility.
she realizes as she settles him into one of the guest rooms in her castle that she doesn't know his name.
"do you have a name?" she asks him clumsily in the nether language. he tilts his head at her, then nods.
"my name is eret," she says, bracing for horror, or fear. she's not sure how she feels when the piglin child smiles, a wide grin that lights up his face. he points animatedly to the nametag his fathers had pinned to his shirt.
"michael?" eret asks. "it's nice to meet you."
the little piglin reaches into his pocket and hands her a golden carrot, beaming as she takes it. he's a happy sort of kid, she can tell, and he's relaxed around her, despite surely knowing what she's done. she wonders for a moment why, but is distracted when she notices a small scrape on his cheek. she reaches into her bag; she's always got a few basic supplies on her, a habit left over from the war, and quickly smears a bit of antiseptic cream over the scratch, before grabbing one of the few remaining colorful bandaids (tommy had insisted on them for any time he needed a bandaid) and plopping it on top.
"there you go," she says quietly. "that should feel better."
she sends out a message to ranboo and tubbo as michael toddles around the room, fascinated with the strange objects that have a habit of accumulating in eret's castle from its visitors. they respond back almost instantly, at once relieved and furious, but resolved to come retrieve michael as soon as they can.
"you've changed," tubbo says when they arrive, ranboo making a beeline for their son
"you have a wonderful son," she replies, a soft sadness under her voice even after all this time. "i'm happy to help take care of him."
"say 'bye-bye'," ranboo says, the child in his arms waving at eret, who smiles back.
"bye, michael," she says with a wave of her own.
