bee and boo (platonic ranboo and tubbo oneshots) [DISCONTINUED]

masquerade (happy halloween!)

a/n

c!beeduo has a halloween party (:

*causally plays fallen down*

TWS: small bits of implied dissociation, violence, major character death, mentions of body negativity

listen to classical music while you read if you'd like it'll make it better i promise

enjoy (:

a/n over

Tubbo and Ranboo stood on the balcony overlooking the main hall of their mansion, surveying their decorations.

"Alright, I think we've got everything!" Ranboo said, scanning a notepad and the hall, checking over to see if they'd missed anything on their checklist.

This party needed to be perfect, if they wanted peace between factions. (At least for now.) And Halloween, in Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy's opinions, was the best time for a party. So that's why they'd gone all out on it.

They had three banquet tables and a feast and snacks prepared. They'd made a punch, and they also had sodas and things.

But what they were most proud of was the theme, no doubt. Instead of being a gimmicky Halloween theme with blacks and purples and lots of Jack-o-Lanterns, they'd relented to the mansion's already Victorian feel, and made it a Halloween masquerade. Attendees were required to dress in ball gowns or old fashioned suits, and they needed a masquerade mask that covered at least half of their face. Ranboo knew that Techno and Niki were especially excited about this dress code, because they made sure to spam Ranboo's chat with their ideas. And Ranboo wasn't going to lie, he was equally as excited.

He was wearing a purple and black suit, but his jacket proceeded into a puffy, layered purple tulle skirt that was long enough that there was a train behind him, and it had black lace that reminded Ranboo of a delicate spider web. He had his demonias on, and he had black silk gloves. His mask covered the upper half of his face, and it was a lacy looking purple and black design. His hair was getting longer, so he had it in a long braid down his back. He was wearing a thin gold laurel with shiny black pieces of obsidian, and of course his wedding band on his left horn. The last time he'd felt so attractive was his wedding, when he'd worn something similar, but with a heavy black velvet skirt that seemed to be about a million layers. That dress was beautiful, but sadly he'd needed to return it to Eret.

Tubbo was wearing a fairly simple outfit today, (a green victorian-era suit jacket, black vest, white shirt, black boots, white gloves, and his black upper face mask with green and gold lace and beads covering the perimeter, along with his wedding band on his horn,) but he looked great, and Ranboo could tell Tubbo felt really good about himself in it, which Ranboo was glad about. Recently Tubbo had been super self conscious about his body, just out of the blue. So Ranboo was happy to see his husband feeling comfortable again.

"When are they supposed to get here?" Ranboo asked his husband, sliding down the staircase rails to adjust a bouquet of roses in a vase at the bottom.

"Uh... Eight, I believe." Tubbo looked down at the notes he'd scribbled down on his arm about the party. "Yeah, eight." He confirmed.

"What time is it now?" Ranboo asked.

"It's 7:30."

"Sounds good." Ranboo said. "Michael is asleep, yes?"

"Yeah, he is," Tubbo paused . "Do you think anyone will rebel?" He said quietly. "I just want peace now. We've spent so much time fighting each other, and with my canon lives almost gone..." Tubbo sighed, and leaned into Ranboo's chest, prompting a hug from the taller. "I just want my friends back."