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It was quite strange the sensation of being held like that, with his head practically in Tommy's chest.
Ever since Tommy started presenting the signs of being an omega, he started to get more touchy. It was fine at the beginning since he was only hugging and playing with Michael, but the "instincts" soon went into overload.
Ranboo is quite aware that that wording makes it sound like it was a bother but it really... Wasn't. If anything, Tubbo and him were so glad that Tommy's coping mechanism was now making food for them. That's kinda cute.
Tommy was now the first to wake up in the mansion and do some little chores. He was also the one who wakes everyone up.
Sometimes, he does it softly. His voice being raspy, just some slight shoulder pushes to wake them up. If he didn't have a bad dream the night prior, he would wake them up with breakfast in bed. Those were the best days.
In the worst case, Tommy would use a megaphone. They actually didn't even know how Tommy got one and when they got fed up about it, searching for the thing--.
It was like it disappeared into thin air. They search every single barrel in the walls and got nothing.
Well--. Some junk food and lost bedsheets where in some barrels but those weren't important right now.
Ranboo let a soft purr when Tommy pet his hair. Tommy's hands actually were getting good with touching everyone. Before the incident, all touch was rough, really playful and he, often, couldn't control well his force.
Now, well...
For what he could see, Tommy liked to give Michael little forehead kisses when he did anything. He would cup Michael's cheeks and just go ham with the soft kisses on his face. And every single time that happened, Michael would always squeal with joy.
With Tubbo, the first times after the incident, both were... Cautious. Tubbo still felt like Tommy was an illusion until they hold hands. Tommy would often cry in pain if Tubbo hug him too tightly.
Now though? Tommy would tap Tubbo's forearm. Three times was for Tommy to initiate contact, a question of sorts. Two taps were for Tubbo to do it. They would ask each other about how they wanna touch-- just holding hands? Or maybe a hug?
Some days, when Tubbo has to leave to do something with Jack, he would scent Tommy and Michael. A lot.
And when Tommy wants to have some "me time", Tubbo would scent a little bunny plushie and give it to his best friend.
Tommy and Michael would, often, smell like honey for an entire week after the scenting session.
The raccoon hybrid, with Ranboo, would do whatever. Sometimes Tommy would tackle-hug him, stay like that for a few minutes and then he would just dip. Other occasions, when Tubbo is not on the mood for scenting anyone, Michael would guide Tommy to him after a particularly bad nap.
"You are not scenting me, I'm scenting you, you fu- uh, dog water."
"... Dog water?"
"I'm trying to be PG infront of Big M, Ranboo. I could say the f-bomb if you want!"
"Please don't."
And just limited times like this, Tommy would make his nest a little bit bigger so everyone could be inside. Sure, Tommy stole some of their bedsheet but now it was more... Welcoming.
Tubbo was back to back with Tommy, finally sleeping while cuddling with Michael. It was a tense week, Techno visited them while Ranboo was mining resources. Luckily, it didn't escalate from just shouting and Tommy telling Techno to fuck off. Tubbo had to be really careful with Michael and don't let him be seen by the piglin hybrid.
And so, that's why he was cuddling with their son.
"Catboy." Tommy said in a whisper, breaking the comfortable silence with a soft laugh.
"Says you" Ranboo retorts, slightly slurred. He was finally feeling sleepy, Tommy continued playing with his hair and that just was kinda unfair.
"I'm a little raccoon boy, not a fucking catboy"
"Yeah but you are also purring."
Silence. There are some intense purrs now that they pay attention to it. Tommy stops playing with Ranboo's hair and, a bit confused by the lack of pets, the half-enderman decides to look up, up to Tommy's face.
He is embarrassed that he was purring.
Oh, that's quite funny to Ranboo.
He opens his mouth to say something but decides not to in case it would stress Tommy.
After all, right now, the scent of Tommy was calming. He really smelled like the sun. He felt like a sunny day in winter. He wanted to be melted by his family and only them.
Tommy was since the beginning already part of the family for Ranboo.
And Ranboo and Tubbo are so glad to have him.
"I hope you choke in your sleep, big man."
That was kinda rude but by the lack of venom in his words, Ranboo just assumed that he was still salty for now being aware of his purrs.
It didn't stop whatsoever.
And Ranboo was glad it didn't.