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beeduo + Michael for 44 please?

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.

Oh yeah, there’d be hell to pay.