Of Gifts And Courting (Tomboo)

fighting(affectionate)

"NO FUCK YOU"

"WHAT DO YOU MEEANN"

Tommy shrieked as tubbo tackled him to the ground as they fought for the remote.

"YOU BITCH" he hissed struggling til he was able to get out from under the laughing tubbo. He stood up instantly, tubbo doing the same. They stared at each other, tensed and ready.

Tommy tail flicked a bit before going in tackling tubbo to the ground with some struggle. Tubbo made a shocked bleating noise and then they were on the ground again trying to keep the other down and trading playful insults and punches.

It reminded tubbo of when they were kids. Though they hardly ever used hand to hand combat in the wars, they were still trained in it. Wilbur would never put he and tommy together because they were always goofing around and second one of them hit to hard they'd stop and buy the other a baked good from Niki to make up for it.

Wilbur would scold them, tell them they were meant to be hitting hard. That it wasnt a game it was training. 

"Our enemy wouldnt buy us a baked good if they hurt us" he had said

Tommy had been teary eyed, ears presses flat on his head and tubbo could remember the lmanburg uniform. A soldiers uniform that was much to big for both tommy and himself. Tommy had sniffled and pouted "they should.."

Wilbur sighed, like he was disappointed or tired. The sound only made tommy shrink into himself.

Tubbo supposed he understood it. They were in the middle of a war and it would be worrying to anyone if your right hand couldn't take a single punch without crying. Though he supposes that's what Wilbur had coming, choosing a 13 year old tommy as his right hand.

Tubbo had stepped between the two "well I'm not an enemy Wilbur, so I can buy him cake"

Wilbur had just sighed and ruffled his hair, coo'ed at him about how nice he was. A little bee boy. Ugh. It made him cringe a bit at the time.

Wilbur would do that a lot, he and Fundy were the most targeted. They were infantilized and talked down to but Wilbur never saw a problem with sending them into the battlefield anyways. It had just made a deep anger boil in his gut, such a small thing at the time that grew and rotted as he got older.

Because he was a soldier damn it. He shouldn't have been, he knew that now he had deserved to be coddled and treated with kindness and made never to see the horrors of war but the fact is he hadn't been. Even then in his youth he was trained soldier, able to do things most kids his age couldn't dream of. And even now he was underestimated despite his record as a veteran and spy. his genius wasnt considered despite the fact he innovated weapons, his nukes, The likes of which they've yet to see anywhere else.

When he was younger he had wanted so badly, the approval and respect of Wilbur. A man he regarded as a brother, even if he never said it out loud like tommy would.

There was a hand on his shoulder and he came back to himself, tommy was next to him now instead of on top of him. When had they stopped fighting?

"Hey big man, you zoned out a bit there.. you okay? I didn't hit you too hard right? I know I have this awesome strength, truly to powerful for you a bitchless mortal to understand but-"

"Name one bitch you have, I'll wait"

Tommy laughed "I have so many!- uh you! Your my bitch, bitch!"

"I don't consent to that" he argued

"Too bad, bitch" he stuck his tongue out and tubbo considered wrestling him to the ground again.

Tommy stood up "seriously are you okay?"

Tubbo nodded "yeah I just.. started remembering stuff is all."

"Uh oh, memories. I keep those locked away tubzo because I simply do not have the time as I have so many bitches to care for" he chattered and offered a hand to held tubbo off the ground

Tubbo scoffed and took his hand "you owe me some food"

Tommy blinked like he didn't understand until recognition flashed in his eyes. "What!? I made you food earlier and I didn't even hit you that hard it's not my fault you decided to have a flashback mid play fight!"

They bickered and argued over  it until they were back on the ground wrestling, shrieking and laughing.

"Buy me a Sunday from McPuffys!"

"NEVER"

Ranboo stood by the doorway, a fond smile on his face. He'd come back just earlier from taking Michael to bed. Instead of interrupting them he walked around the couch to the forgotten remote on the floor and picked it up. He flopped on the couch and scrolled through the TV. Noise it made whole scrolling stopped the two from fighting and they stared wide eyed at ranboo. Tubbo was the first to stand "give me the remote boo" he demanded. Tommy made no attempts, bruised up and tuckered out from the play fight. He just chittered a bit and moved to the couch to watch the epic stand of between the husbands.

Ranboo stood up as well, and put his and holding the remote in the air. Where tubbo had no chance of reaching. He smiled smug and triumphant. "I'd like to see you come get it"

"Oh you bitch.."

Tubbo took two steps back and the only indication of what was to come being tubbos slightly pointed down head, like he was aiming his horns at ranboo.

Tommy quickly moved from the couch to the armchair next to it, knowing tubbo was gonna charge.

Ranboo shrieked at he was tackled, sending him back onto the couch which jostled from the sudden movement.

He flailed around "how are you so much stronger then me that's not fair!"

In the end a sulking ranboo sat next to a triumphant tubbo, both of them trying to catch their breaths while tubbo choose something to put on. Tommy moved from the armrest, leaning himself heavily on tubbo. He grumbled about how tubbo should be the one buying him a Sunday.

Ranboo huffed in agreement, leaning so he was cuddled next to tubbo and his head was on top of the others.

Tubbo laughed a little hands coming up to pat the two boys heads "your such sore losers, that's what you get for challenging me"

Ranboo and tommy both complained "shut up" and "fuck you" and various other insults and complaints that just made tubbo laugh more.

They shifted a bit so ranboo was sitting, his back on one of the armrests. Tubbo was a leaning on his chest, ranbol had grumbled about how sweaty tubbo was but didn't make him move or let go of him. Tubbo just hummed absentmindedly, staring at the TV. Tommy was sprawled out on the rest of the couch laying down with his head in tubbos lap. Tommy yawned and didn't bother trying to stay awake, its not like he could fight it especially when tubbo started running his hands through his hair. He just closed his eyes and let himself drift off.