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“R-Ranboo?” Tubbo stared up in disbelief, clutching Micheal’s hand tightly. The figure standing in front of him sure looked like the enderman hybrid he loved, with his looming height, his pair of glowing green and red eyes, and the purple aura that always seemed to surround him. But he had to remind himself he’d been tricked before, by a person (if you could even call him that) who bore a striking, although slightly altered resemblance to Ranboo, but their personalities didn’t line up at all. While the real Ranboo, the one Tubbo deeply loved, was an anxious smart-alec who constantly made horrible jokes, the fake was constantly joyful and made disgustingly good jokes, as if he studied the supposed flaws of the enderman hybrid and corrected them.
But the person standing in front of Tubbo seemed exactly like his husband, even down to the way he anxiously played with the ends of his sleeves. The fake Ranboo never did that. The real Ranboo would also never leave him over a stupid little quarrel, as the impersonator did, just four days ago. At least Micheal dealt with it okay. No matter how well the pale man treated him, he seemed to understand that it wasn’t his real father, and was always hesitant around him in a way Tubbo never saw him act before.
Ranboo, or at least the person doing an incredible job impersonating him, stared at the goat boy with a soft and nervous expression, however never making direct eye contact. Tubbo felt a flicker of hope in his chest. The fake Ranboo made an unnerving amount of eye contact, even too much for me…could this be my real husband? Ranboo pulled a flower out from behind his back with shaky hands, an allium.
“Hey Tubbo,” he said, his voice quivering. He held out the flower to him, and Tubbo took it gently. “I’m so sorry that I had to leave you and Micheal, but I had no choi-“ his apology was cut short as he was nearly knocked off his feet, as was Tubbo, as Micheal let go of his hand and bolted towards Ranboo. “Dada!” The pigman chirped, hugging his lanky legs tightly, an affection saved only for his parents.
Tubbo smiled, tears starting to well up in his eyes. “It really is you.” Throwing himself at the man he now knew was his husband, he wrapped his arms tightly around him, making sure not to squeeze too hard and make him feel trapped. The sounds of sobbing filled his ears, a mix of his own and Ranboo’s as the taller boy hugged him closer, digging his face into his chestnut-colored hair. “It really is me.” Ranboo let the flower drop to the ground, and the family, complete for the first time in what seemed like centuries, clung together, the glow of love radiating from them blinding, never-ending, and bright.