💚⬛ₛₜₒᵣᵢₑₛ fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ Cᵣₒw Fₐₘᵢₗy⬜❤ (Beeduo + Grampa Schlatt oneshots)

𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕡𝕒!

Michael waddled into his parents room, grabbing the hand of his dad and pulling it to carefully wake up the man. "Dad, dad wake up! We've gotta make breakfast for papa! You promised!" He whisper-yelled to the sleepy faun, when he had no response  the piglins began again "If you don't wake up, then I'll tell grampa Techno that you stole his axe and broke it!" At that Tubbos eyes shot open, scoffing lightly as his son laughed at the fear that layed on his face. "Okay... just five more minutes-" "NOW!!" Michael held a small, dull wooden sword in his two hands, bonking his dad on the head with it before pulling him out of the bed. The faun landed on the ground with a light thud, his son giggling happily. "Come on! We gotta make papa breakfast!" he cheered quietly, pulling up his dad and running down too the kitchen with the faun in tow. When they got to the kitchen, Michael grabbed one of the kitchen stools in his tiny hands and clumsily placed it down on the floor infront of one of the counters before clambering onto said counter, grabbing a cookbook off of the window sill before placing it down onto the wooden surface, opening it to a butterscotch waffle recipe. "Papa likes.. butterscotch!! He says it reminds him of me and dad!" Michael smiled, fumbling on how to pronounce the foreign word. Tubbo smiled sweetly, proud of his son for managing to recognise the word.

Reading over the recipe Tubbo began to grab all the ingredients, Michael grabbed a large mixing bowl and wooden spoon, determined to help his dad make an awesome breakfast for his papa. First was creaming the butter and sugar together, after measuring the two ingredients they were both thrown into the bowl and the sweet piglin immediately set to work; "Done!" He cheered happily, laughing in pure, unadulterated joy as his dad praised him for the good job he did, ruffling his fluffy pink hair. Next was adding the flour which the piglin did without measuring. "EFF THE RULES. EFF THE GOVERNMENT. LET THERE BE AN-ARCHIE!!" Michael yelled out as he added the flour, giggling with a little oink. "You have been spending too much time with Tommy and Techno... honestly." Tubbo sighed before grinning. "EFF THE RECIPE! WE MAKE OUR OWN RULES!" He soon joined in, slamming the book shut and putting it back as he and Michael threw all the ingredients together, mixing it until it made a batter. The pair then poured the batter into two waffle moulds, opting to fry the rest of the batter as pancakes.

As they waited Tubbo started making fresh toffee-apple flavour coffee for his husband. "Michael, could you so me a favour and pick some cornflowers and peonies from the garden?" Michael nodded confidently, carefully hopping off the counter and running too the garden. He smiled as he knew the meaning behind those flowers, cornflowers symbolise the love of a young man, and peonies symbolised bashfullness or love and honour depending on what mythology you read. It was rather easy for the young piglin to find the flowers, running toward them he carefully picked a large bundle of them. He admired them for a little before the cold of the outside got to him and he had to go back inside. Finding his way back inside he saw how it started to rain and he frowned, blocking the garden door before scurrying to the kitchen. "Here!" He cheered seeing that his dad had a vase filled with water in his hands, placing it on the tray that was to carry his papas awesome breakfast. The faun beamed upon seeing how his son wasn't caught in the rain, taking the large bundle from the sweet grinning boy, carefully arranging them in the vase before opening the oven, taking out the freshly cooked waffles and placing them onto the plate that was almost drowning in pancakes, smothering them in maple syrup. Michael was jumping in excitement as his dad poured the fresh coffee into a mug and placing that on the tray. "Would you get the doors for me kiddo?" Tubbo asked as he picked up the tray, walking toward the door; smiling as Michael nodded his head vigorously. Once they had reached the door too Tubbo and Ranboos room, Michael slammed the door open, startling the enderman who had only just woken up. "PAPA!! DAD AND I MADE YOU BREAKFAST!" the piglin yelled in absolute excitement. Ranboo smiled to his excited son, looking up too his husband with a 'sad' look in his eyes. "I thought you said you wanted cuddles today." He said in a faked sad tone, before smiling brightly as his lover placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Tomorrow, I promise. I made your favourite, since a little piglin told me butterscotch reminds you of me." He smiled, causing his husband to turn into a blushing, stuttering mess. With a faint 'thank you' Ranboo took the tray from his lover, smiling at the flowers before placing the vase on the bedside table, picking up the knife and fork and eating the meal that his darling husband and child made. "This is amazing! Not as amazing as you both though." The enderman smiled as he finished the meal and coffee, hiding the tray under the bed before pulling his family into his arms. "I love you papa!" Michael said happily yet sleepily, dosing off almost immediately as Ranboo responded "I love you too, kiddo."

"More than me?" Tubbo asked rhetorically. "I could never love anything more than you, my sweet thief." Ranboo responded, kissing the faun softly.