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Get you the moon - kina

Hi okay as of recent me and a good friend of mine who shall not be named, hi, I know your reading this though. We as of late have really be hyperfixating on Dad Schlatt, that is Schlatt being the father of Tubbo. Now I would say this little before hand I added would be a important detail because I will clear up some questions. Yes before you say anything, this is once more and add onto bust your knee caps, just more lighthearted.

1. Schlatt is older in this version of the story.
2. Tubbo does have small horns like Schlatt
3. Schlatt is a lone father, who had to give up Tubbo because he could no longer care for him.
4. It hurt Schlatt to give up his son, he would do anything for him.
5. Tubbo was adopted by a family who was very very close with Philza and his family genes why Tubbo was always with them when they do things and is a part of the Mob at this point.

Now I will actually get into writing so here we go.

Type:
Fluff
Slight angst as well
No ship

Warnings:
Swearing

Bonus:
Dadza
Family content :)
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No POV

The messy haired brunette smiled tiredly, watching the small boy, his boy, playing with his toys on the cheep carpeted floor. Laughing as he pushed around his one car around the carpet he looked up, once again, getting distracted by the small Christmas tree sitting in the corner of the room, he stared at it for a while. His wide, slightly toothless smile spread across his face as he was scooped up from behind by his dad, who held him on his hip. "Now little bee, it's getting late, we should be getting to bed so that Santa can bring us our gifts okay" he said as he held the small boy close to him, getting a nod and small yawn from him in response. He smiled softly and walked over to bed, placing the child on it and tucking him under the covers, going to leave the room and turn the lights off "dad" he heard the small boy say, "yes Toby?" He asked, turning around to look at his boy. "Dad, can you sing me for sleep?" He asked through his slightly broken English, being cut off by a yawn half way through. "Of course buddy" he said with a light laugh as he walked over and sat on the corner of the bed. Now he wasn't the best of singers but if his son wanted it, he'd do almost anything for him. This is why he wasn't in the best physical shape, many scars covering his body along with getting himself into trouble trying to get money to buy his boy gifts. He didn't want to put him in trouble and knew he couldn't have him with him for much longer. He didn't want his baby boy killed. He smiled tiredly and started to sing the soft song he would always sing, a song his mother would sing to him when he couldn't sleep.

"You gave me a shoulder when I needed it
You showed me love when I wasn't feeling it
You helped me fight when I was giving in
And you made me laugh when I was losing it
'Cause you are, you are
The reason why I'm still hanging on
'Cause you are, you are
The reason why my head is still above water
And if I could, I'd get you the moon
And give it to you
And if death was coming for you
I'd give my life for you"

He smiled softly, seeing the small boy before him completely asleep. He got up off the bed, very softly rubbing the boys head before leaving the room to take out the presents he got for the boy to put them under the tree. He yawned softly and stretched slight before laying on the couch to go to bed himself. He let Toby have the bed, he always put him first, he just wanted to make his son Happy.

The morning passed like a flash, sitting on the floor with each other. He watched as the boy tore into his gifts one after another, getting new clothes and toys, The father having got himself one or two things for himself, mainly just getting things for the younger. He sighed softly "hey Toby, Santa got one more thing for you but he told me to give it to you last" he said as he got up off the floor, walking over to a closet and pulling out a small, baby blue bag before placing it down in front of the toddler. Like all his other gifts he tore into it, reaching his small hand into the bag and pulling out something he would keep for the rest of his life. Two bee stuffed animals, the ones that he had asked for just days before. He gasped loudly "Papa!! Santa did listen!" He said as he clutched the smaller bee close to himself. Schlatt smiled and laughed softly "of course he did, I told you he always listens didnt I junior?" He said softly messing up his hair, causing the smaller to stick out his tongue in response "oh is that how you want to play?" He asked as he began to tickle him. Toby laughed, loudly as he tried to get away "Dad! Nooooooo leave me lone!" He yelled trying to move, sooner then later he did stop.