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

𝓒𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰

Michael was sat in his room quietly, drawing many little doodles of his grandpa in a royal outfit; he looked at the door to his room, waiting for his papa to come in and check on him. His paw-like hands scribbling more drawings of his regal grandpa before squealing in joy, scribbling out his plan. When he heard the door open he immediately hid his plans before looking to the door, cheering as he saw his papa while running up to him and cannonball-ing into the tall man's arms with a bright smile. Ranboo smiled down to his son with a soft laugh before carrying him into the living room, noticing how the small piglin was staring intently at the golden crown that adorned his head, his small mits reaching up for said crown. "Ayeeeee, its my favourite piglin!" Called out a familiar voice, making Michael turn his head, smiling brightly as he wriggled his way out of his papas grasp and bolting his grandpas arms. "GRAMPY!" he cheered as the satyr knelt down and picked him up, the small piglin pressing his snout into Schlatts forehead in joy before noticing Technoblade walked past, the baby piglin noticing how his other grandpa wasn't wearing his crown and grinning brightly.

Michael wormed his way out of Schlatts grasp before they went into the kitchen; the satyr planning on making rum laced brownies for his son to give his husband. "Now kid, you wanna help me make" as the ram neared the end of his sentence he looked down and saw that his grandson wasn't there "...where did you go?" He asked in confusion; looking underneath the counter where the small child would usually hide, panicking when said child wasn't there. "SHIT. SHITSHITSHIT TUBBO IS GOING TO KILL ME." Schlatt yelled in panic before running out of the kitchen and looking for his grandson. His heart was racing in pure fear, he cared about that small piglin so much, if it wasn't for Michael? Maybe even Ranboo wouldn't have given him a chance... If that sweet child was hurt, Schlatt would never forgive himself. His breathing was slightly ragged as he ran around the entire house without getting any suspension from the others. He was so scared something might've happened, scared that the others would kill him if Michael was hurt... he didn't want to die again. That stupid limbo was nothing but hell... he didn't want to lose everyone again.

Meanwhile, Michael had snuck into Technoblades room, looking for the shiny gold that the older piglin would usually be wearing. Noticing something glistening in the soft beam of sunlight that filled the room, the light refracting in one of the crystals that was embedded in the crown, grinning and walking up to the dresser that it was held on. With a smile he opened the draws and used them as a makeshift ladder, clambering onto the top of the dresser and grabbing the elegant headpiece. A soft grunt escaped his snout and he climbed down the dresser, closing the draws before sneaking out of the room and heading toward his own room so he could stash the crown.

Once it was hidden Schlatt burst through the door, breathing ragged as tears silently ran down his face; relief washing over him as Michael looked over to him. Seeing the tears pouring down his grandpas face he immediately grabbed his blanky before speed waddling toward the ram, carefully wiping his tears away "It okai Gwampa! I'w 'otec yoo!" He smiled, thinking the satyr was scared of something attacking him, squealing slightly as said satyr carefully scooped  him into his arms. "You little... God you had me worried... don't ever do that again!" Schlatt firmly ordered the baby piglin, softening his voice as tears began swimming in Michaels bright eyes, "I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you, you're my precious grandson and you mean everything to you. You haven't done anything bad so... I'm not angry or disappointed with you.. I was just scared." As the ram finished his sentence he wiped away some of the small piglins tears before hugging him tightly, letting go when Michael said he had a "pwesnt" for him. Schlatts eyes widened as he recognised the shimmering golden headpiece that Michael stole, smirking as he realised this was his chance to wear said jewellery. Feeling the heavy crown be placed on his head, Schlatt grinned, Michael laughing in pure childish glee. "GWAMPA SCHLATT IS KING OF AWESOME!!" The child cheered before headbutting his grandpa in excitement. Both of them freezing when a loud yell filled the manor.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CROWN?!"