#beeduo fluff

An excerpt from Second Chances Apply To Everyone, that I wanted to post on its own-- because I’m so happy with it and it’s enjoyable even without context.

      “Tubbo~!” Ranboo called in a playful, sing-song voice, despite his nerves. “Tubbo, where are you, I know you’re in here somewhere.” He paused, waiting for the inevitable. Sure enough, there was the faint sound of Michael’s giggling, quickly followed by a similarly faint “No I’m not! Go away! I’m busy!” Ranboo rolled his eyes with a huff, and followed the sound to Michael’s room. Empty. Or so it seemed. Hmmmmmmmm. “Hmmm,” Ranboo said out loud. “Nobody’s here. That’s strange.” He paced around the room, “looking” for them, muttering things like “hmm not under here” after picking up a solitary stuffed animal on the ground that they definitely could not hide under, deliberately keeping his head high and non-angled so he didn’t accidentally see them. In reality, he could hear both Michael and Tubbo, trying to stifle their giggles, with the occasional whispered “Shhh, he’ll never find us under here, he’ll never find us under here” from Tubbo to Michael. 

      “Well!” Ranboo declared, once he had “searched” the “entirety” of the room. “My husband and son aren’t anywhere. I guess they really are gone. Hopefully nobody kidnapped them. I mean, I definitely can’t eat all these candied golden carrots on my own.” Ranboo paused again, full grin on his face. “He’s lying,” Came Tubbo’s whispered voice, “He’s a big fat liar. He absolutely could eat all of them.” There was a quiet sort of sniffle-snort from Michael, who then whispered “But he wants to share!” A moment of silence passed, and Ranboo started tapping his foot in a dramatic “thinking” pose. He figured Tubbo had shaken his head “no” in that time-- “It’s totally a trap,” he heard Tubbo explain.

      “Well, I guess I’ll just have to go to Uncle Tommy’s house on my own-- I know how much he loves candied golden carrots anyway. I bet he can help me eat all of them.” From under the bed came a noise of hooves scrambling against carpeted floor, and Michael shot out from underneath it. “Wait I’m here I’m here! You’re goin to Uncle Tommy’s? I want some golden carrots!” Ranboo grinned down at Michael. “Michael! You’re here! Hello! Want to go to Uncle Tommy’s with me?” Ranboo bent over at the waist-- he was very bendy-- and tilted his head to look at Tubbo, who was also stowed away under the bed. “Hello, Tubbo,” Ranboo crooned, and Tubbo just pouted at him. “You’re a ba-- a big meanie,” He said grumpily as he wormed his way out from under the bed. Ranboo just laughed at him, knowing full well what he wanted to say but couldn’t due to Michael being in range, and when Tubbo extended his arms, Ranboo slid him out until he was just laying face-down on the carpet. 

[Scene: The end of a lovely anniversary date.]

And Ranboo got down on one knee.

And pulled out from his back pocket a small box of unmistakable nature.

     He held it up, and opened it, and got a very wonderful thrill of delight seeing the look on Tubbo’s face, the man who was usually so averse to admitting his own emotions growing beet-red and flabbergasted.

    “Tubbo,” Ranboo asked-- god they were already married, technically, why was he so flustered and nervous? Maybe because he was still just as in love as the first time. “--Will you marry me?”

    “I--, I--, I--”, Tubbo stuttered and repeated, flustered and baffled and confused and more accurately, the perfect representation of a human loading screen. Ultimately the reaction he decided on was the one of least flusterment. “Please tell me you haven’t forgotten. We’re already married, Ranboo, we-- we eloped, this is our anniversary.”

    Ranboo laughed, full-on and filled with fondness. “I know, Tubbo, don’t worry. I could never forget you. But we didn’t have a wedding, we just eloped, so…” A playful grin spread across his face. “I’m asking again. Tubbo, will you marry me?”

    “Yes! Yes, of course, oh my god,” Tubbo replied immediately. “You freaking-- hopeless romantic--” Tubbo was looking to the side and cursing under his breath and covering his face in a desperate attempt to hide just how much he was enjoying himself. Ranboo was absolutely winning this. “I still have to put the ring on, Tubbo,” Ranboo said smugly, still knelt down, and Tubbo cursed under his breath some more but obliged, putting his arm and hand out as soon as Ranboo asked (and incidentally, using his other arm to cover his face as he turned it away. Ranboo didn’t think Tubbo had that much blood to travel to his face like that, and yet somehow.)

    Ranboo slipped the newer, much fancier ring onto Tubbo’s finger, and stood up, intentionally towering over and crowding against Tubbo despite the flush in his own face to see just how flustered his husband could get. “That’s simply not fair,” Tubbo muttered as Ranboo looked down at him. “You know exactly what you’re doing.” Ranboo conceded with a nod and a hum. “Mhm.”

In which Wilbur thinks of Ranboo as an arch-nemesis while Ranboo is just There Vibing and also, Phil has adopted Ranboo, making for two very different siblings and a very interesting relationship

[Fluff, comedy, fix-it fic, some light angst that is immediately softened, work in progress; every chapter will swap POV]

Chapter Four: Family To Meet, Family To Mend

    Like it or not, this was a conversation that had to be held eventually. So here they were, Ranboo and Tubbo, discussing things like adults, working out the ins and outs of the best possible way to go about it. What could go wrong, what could go right. They stood in the great entryway of the mansion Foolish had built; even though there were still plenty of rooms that needed interior design work finished, it was still completely safe. No monsters could get in or out, and the areas Michael had access to without supervision had been so thoroughly baby-proofed and toddler-proofed that sometimes even they had issues getting about. Better safe than sorry though. They had left the door open, but hadn’t gone in yet in case he overheard what they were saying. Because they really, really didn’t want Michael to have to hear all this grown-up talk.

    “I don’t care that he’s your brother,” Tubbo said, “I don’t care that he’s Tommy’s brother. I don’t trust him. I can forgive him, sure, but until he’s proven himself with a pattern of behavior that’s acceptable and doesn’t have anything to do with twisting words or putting ideas into peoples’ heads, he does not get my trust.” Tubbo ended his point a lot more vehemently than he’d started. Ranboo nodded though, sympathetic. “Mhm. I understand. I wouldn’t-- I wouldn’t ask you to trust him, especially after what you’ve told me. I promise,” Ranboo added sincerely.

[The rest is too long to format in tumblr, so you can read the full chapter on AO3!]

basically, tubbo + ranboo search the attic for a present for Michael! it's just fluff. it's literally just fluff