Beeduo Family 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.
Tubbo stood up and brushed himself off on his own, and Ranboo handed Michael a candied golden carrot with a sly grin, which Michael looked at it with wide, awe-struck eyes. “Since when are we going to Tommy’s house? I don’t remember planning anything with him today,” Tubbo asked with a slight frown, confused. “I figured we could surprise him,” Ranboo explained. “You’re suspicious,” Said Tubbo with narrowed eyes, and. Well. That was true, wasn’t it? But Tubbo wouldn’t not play along anyway. “Since when do you not want an excuse to visit Tommy?” Ranboo countered smugly, certain that Tubbo could sense that he was up to something anyway. But it didn’t really matter, did it. Because Tubbo would go with him. “Please can we go visit Uncle Tommy now? You said you were goin!” Michael asked, tugging on Tubbo’s pantleg gently. Tubbo groaned. “It’s such a long walk,” He whined, but ultimately conceded.
