Of Gifts And Courting (Tomboo)

mission success

(y'all should listen to the Magnus archives)

Consciousness came slowly for tommy instead of a shock like it usually was. The TV illuminated the dark living room and made tommy squint his eyes against it. He squirmed a little and looked up at tubbo and ranboo who were both sleeping. He laid and basked in the domestic feeling before deciding to finally get what he came here for. He sat up making tubbos hand fall limply from his hair and he crept out of the room.

He walked quietly up the stairs and through the halls, and couldn't help once again glancing around in aw of the vastness of the mansion. Foolish really outdid himself, but all the barren identical rooms and hallways gave the mansion a lonely feel. The true warmth seeming to only seep into the few rooms the beloveds had clearly made a home of.

He couldn't really blame them, there's only so much a family of three can really do with a mansion this big. it made sense some rooms were empty.

His idle thoughts came to an end when he made it to the bedroom. He went inside the empty room and first he fixed up the bed that was still messy from when they had all laid together.

He then riffled through the closet and the drawers. He took out tubbos snowchester jacket. He hesitated, tubbo would most definitely notice this missing but he needed it. He couldn't stay with them forever but he didn't want to go back to crying until he was exhausted enough to sleep he wasn't stealing to be a bother he needed this.

The horrid sleep he's been experiencing made his limbs feel shaky and his stomach turn. He would see spots swim in the corners of his vision and feel his knees buckle on bad days.

Still though. He couldn't say that to them, well he could, and he'd have to soon enough. Puffy herself had said during the worst bits of it he wouldn't even be able to feed himself.

The thought of it made something ugly curl in him instinctively. Of being completely at someone else's mercy, of being so useless.

He took a deep breath and tried to clear his head. He'd worry about it later. For now, he could still hunt and feed himself and go about his day as normal, his nesting has just effected his sleep and with a few stolen clothing it would be fixed.

He'd tell them eventually, for now it just felt like something that would make him to vulnerable and he wasn't ready yet.

He'd say he was going to fix it up. Yes thats believable, the jacket was pretty worn, and there were threads sticking out that tubbo was obviously picking at.

He examined the jacket carefully, his nest was important and he needed to be sure it was right. It was a little too small for him to wear but still it was soft and most importantly it smelled like him: grass blades, honey, and a ting of something chemical. It was distinctively tubbo and exactly what his nest needed. He'd use it as cushioning.

He ruffled around more for something of ranboo. He didn't want to use any of the suits man used, sure they smelled like him but they weren't exactly comfy. He huffed as he went through the closet and the guy just seemed to have multiple of the same outfit like a fucking cartoon character. He eventually found a folded up black sweater in one of the drawers.

There was nothing to fix there. He'd just say he wanted to embroider something on it.

He made his way down the stairs and too the kitchen to pack up some leftovers, shroud would love some of this.

He heard the floorboard creak at the entrance of the kitchen. He tensed and turned to see tubbo, yawning and rubbing his face. He went in walking toward tommy, his head tilted downward and he gently headbutted his shoulder.

"You're leaving." It was said simply and sleepily, nothing accusing or hurt in his voice. At most there was just disappointment tinged in his voice.

Still he felt his heart pull because he didn't want to leave himself.

"Yeah.." he murmered, voice going quieter to match tubbos.

Tubbo hummed, glancing at the clothing that had been draped over one of the chairs. "What's that about boss man?"

"Your jacket looks like shit im gonna fix it." He said simply, and Tubbo snorted.

"And what about ranboos? he keeps his stuff in good shape"

"Yeah but I wanted to do some embroidery"

Tubbo perked up a bit "oh? You getting back into that?"

Tommy shrugged "maybe. When your not always having an epic battle you start to realize how little hobbies you have" he laughed.

Tubbo agreed quietly "how long do you think it'll take?"

Tommy didn't like the thought of having to surrender the clothes anytime soon. The very notion nearly made him bare his teeth.

"It should only take a few weeks give or take depending on what design I bless ranboos boring ass clothes. But I'm a busy man, y'know, places to be and bitches to obtain so it'll probably take a month or so."

Tubbo snorted, knowing tommy means he's gonna procrastinate or get distracted and it's gonna take way longer then it needs to. He didn't really care tho.

"What are your plans for today?" Tommy asked. Tubbo seemed to reluctantly move himself away from tommy and he opened up the cabinets to take out a container. "I got an early morning shift at tuburger in an hour, I'm gonna pack up some lunch"

"You really enjoy that soup huh?"

Tubbo groaned "dude its so good I hate you"

tommy sputtered "What the fuck??"

"You give me good food then you leave me to rot!"

"Your fake, you just want to use me for my godly cooking skills" tommy said with fake sadness

"Yeah." tubbo agreed immediately.

Tommy flipped him off and tubbo snickered.

ranboo also made his way into the kitchen grumbling the whole time. Tommy threw some snide remarks toward him that the other just pouted at and called him a bully.

Eventually tommy had to leave and tubbo asked him if he wanted to stay again and ranboo tried to offer to walk him back home. He turned down both offers, called them clingy and just like that he was out the door. His mission completed.

Ranboo stared longingly after him and tubbo seemed to wilt a bit without him there. They shared eye contact for a moment, they could both sense the shift in feeling. They both had a guess at how the other was feeling.

They would need to have a conversation soon but not now. Tubbo stood on his tip toes and gave ranboo a kiss on the cheek "I'm gonna get ready for work, do you mind finishing up my lunch box?"

Ranboo hummed in agreement, moving to the counter and just like that they fell into a familiar rhythm.