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Tubbo was mad at Tommy. He was mad and rightfully so. Tommy was the one who pulled out the axe too early. If Sam hadn’t seen him, if Sam hadn’t known, if Tommy had even an ounce of patience he could have ended all their problems then and there. He could have killed Dream! Now Wilbur was alive and Tubbo had almost as much to worry about as he did in L’manburg. There was no telling what that man could be planning.
Tubbo stepped inside his Snowchester house, holding the door for Ranboo as he followed behind him. Tubbo sighed. “Sometimes I don’t know how to talk to Tommy.” He said, walking over to mindlessly fiddle through one of his chests. “He makes mistakes so often and causes destruction, chaos, and general disarray wherever he goes. I used to do it too, encourage it even, but there’s no room for that kind of bullshit when you’re running countries and living with the threat of war from every direction. There’s no way I could have gotten away with some of the stunts he’s pulled. He’s just so good at getting out of things without consequences. Sometimes I wish he wasn’t so he’d finally learn not to fuck things up all the time.”
“Yeah… Yeah. He sure messed up today.” Ranboo said after ducking his head down in order to fit through the door frame. He spoke hesitantly, weary of the way Tubbo was abnormally angry. “But, If you’re thinking of the thing before exile, that wasn’t all him.”
Tubbo sighed again, frozen on the spot while still staring into the chest. “I know it wasn’t. And he didn’t deserve being exiled for it, but-“ his brows were furrowed but his eyes held a strong guilt in them. “I don’t know, I don’t know boo! But I hate being mad at him.” It made sense though, why Tubbo never spoke to Tommy about his frustrations with him, since the last time he truly told Tommy how he felt was the day he exiled him. His regret weighed heavy on him, he often found himself swamped by the overwhelming guilt of his choices. He knew what the isolation did to Tommy, or rather what Dream did. He thought he knew, at least. Tubbo also knew what kind of state Tommy was in right now and as much as he wanted to, yelling at him would only make things worse.
Ranboo sat at a little table Tubbo had set up in the corner. It was one of the only pieces of furniture in the room not counting the couple of chairs placed around it. “Well he’s your- one of your best friends. I don’t think anyone enjoys being mad at their friends.” The statement was followed by a few seconds of heavy, uncomfortable silence before Tubbo began rummaging through the chest once again, continuing to put his stuff away. “Does Tommy know you’re upset at him?” Ranboo asked.
“I haven’t spoken to him about it if that’s what you’re asking. I haven’t done anything like that since- well you were there I’m pretty sure.” Tubbo closed the chest with a sigh, he’d gotten out a couple of carrots he’d decided to eat instead of a real breakfast. He was too tired and frustrated to cook. “I don’t want to speak to him now either. He’s got enough to worry about as it is.”
“The time you exiled him from L’manburg you mean? I actually wasn’t there, I kind of just watched from far away.”
“Yeah.” Tubbo sat down at the table next to Ranboo with his pile of carrots.
His hybrid husband looked back and forth, not comfortable looking at neither the wooden table nor Tubbo’s eyes for too long at a time. His tail whipped back and forth behind him, giving away his nervousness. “If you never talk to him about it, he’s not gonna know how upset you are. He knows he messed up, yeah but I think you need to tell him how you feel. So he knows. Then maybe he’ll work towards changing?” He seemed uncertain about his words even as he said them but he had to try.
“I can’t do that to Tommy.” Tubbo crunched on a carrot, a familiar, stubborn, finality to his words. “Wilbur’s back. Now’s the worst time.” He had no hesitation speaking with a full mouth and Ranboo felt a chuckle rise in his throat.
He felt bad for the urge to laugh so he swallowed it back. Now wasn’t the time. “Think about it maybe.” Ranboo reached towards Tubbo’s pile of carrots but his hand was slapped away. “Tubbo you’re making me share my chest of emerald blocks with you and you won’t let me have one carrot??”
The light and misjevious tone of their play “arguments” was back.
“Marriage vows didn’t say anything about sharing food.” He said, shielding the pile with his arms and slightly narrowed eyes glaring without aggression at Ranboo in a put on show of fake distrust.
“I paid for our house!” Ranboo’s tail straightened out frighteningly fast as he spoke before it fell back into a relaxed swing. Ranboo found himself smiling, leaning forward on his arm, chin resting on the heal of his palm.
Tubbo smirked. “You’ll just have to pay for your own carrots too, I guess.” Then he took another bite making sure to be as obnoxious as possible with the crunch sound.
Ranboo shook his head, smiling and getting up from his seat. “Whatever. I’m gonna check up on Micheal before I get going. And I wouldn’t be too worried. Micheal’s safe, you’re safe, I’m safe, Dream’s still in prison. You’ve got plenty of time to work this out.”
“I hope you’re right.” Said Tubbo, avoiding Ranboo’s eyes.
Ranboo made his way up the ladder and made sure to shut the trapdoor just in case. Maybe Ranboo was right, but then again if Tubbo did decide to talk to Tommy, he’d have to be very careful with his words. He wasn’t going to let the conversation go the same way it did the last time.
From downstairs Tubbo could hear Ranboo’s “Hey Michael!” Followed by tiny excited footsteps and the umph sound Ranboo made when Micheal jumped at him for a hug. They were all so excited for when they could move into the mansion all together. The building was finished, all that needed to be done now was the furnishing and installing all the “mod cons” and amenities Tubbo wanted, which was probably going to take half as long as it did to build the thing. It was massive, bigger than the entirety of Snowchester and maybe even L’manburg- or what was left of it anyway.
Once they were all together there would be more time more time for Micheal, and Tubbo intended to spoil him all the way. Hopefully that could make up for keeping him inside all the time. It was for Micheal’s protection after all. Tubbo couldn’t imagine what he would do if someone like Sapnap found the baby piglin. But ever since Phil came to visit weeks ago, he’s felt guilty. Philza claimed that children need the opportunity to explore… but what did he know about raising kids? He killed his only son! And even before Wilbur died it was apparent that something wasn’t right. Tubbo wasn’t sure if that was thanks to Will himself or Phil’s parenting. Either way, he swore to himself he wouldn’t make the same mistakes Phil or Wilbur did.
Tubbo listened to Ranboo and Micheal’s conversation. If you could call it that. It was muffled through the ceiling. Ranboo was showing off his ender particles and Micheal was oinking back. Tubbo assumed the clapping sound was him trying to catch them as Ranboo laughed in the background.
It lasted for about 5 to 10 minutes and then Ranboo stood up and said, “Sorry Micheal but I have to go now. I’ll be back to visit you tomorrow okay? No, I know you don’t want me to leave, but I have to. I have to get home. Don’t worry you’ll see me tomorrow.” Then Ranboo came down the ladder, making sure to close the trapdoor again. He headed towards the door, turned around and said “Bye Tubbo.” And left. Tubbo listened to the crunching of snow beneath his husband's feet as he walked. At least until Ranboo made it into the tunnel.
He climbed up the ladder to Micheal’s room once he was sure Ranboo was away, so he could hang out with his son. Micheal was looking out the front window. He had probably been watching Ranboo walk away. “Hey Michael.” Tubbo sat on the floor next to him. “Ranboo will be moving in with us soon. Are you excited, big man?” He assumed so. Micheal was alone so often and it always seemed to make him sad after Ranboo left. The little zombie piglin stayed peeking out the window, although there was nothing to see. Maybe it was because it had just started snowing outside.
“You remember Unkle Tommy, right?” Micheal quickly turned around. He loved having any visitors, but he seemed particularly interested in Uncle Tommy. “I might invite him over one of these days. Would you like that?” That definitely did the trick of cheering him up. Maybe Tubbo could ask to speak with Tommy after visiting Micheal. It sounded like a pretty good plan.
Tubbo would go to Tommy’s house tomorrow and ask him over saying they needed to talk. If he wasn’t there, he’d write a note.