Cupid's Arrow - yan!dsmp x non-binary!reader

Side Story 1: The adventures of Tubbo and Shroud ft Micheal

As Tubbo pushed open the door leading to the house where Micheal resided, he heard shuffling noises coming from above.

That's... strange. Micheal was downstairs when I went out... Tubbo thought, closing the door behind him.

"Micheal?" he called out to the small Zombie-pigman child.

Much to his surprise, Micheal came sliding down the ladder that separated the floors.

"Oink!" The fluffy-furred child squeaked, running towards his father, his feet making a clunk sound with each footfall.

"Hey Micheal! How you doing?" Tubbo smiled, his tone softening.

"Oink oink!" Micheal responded holding up a sheet of paper.

Tubbo's eyes met the paper, taking in what was written on it.

⟟ ⌰⍜⎐⟒ ⋔⊬ ⎅⏃⎅⌇*

"Did you write this?" Tubbo asked a enthusiastic Micheal, who nodded feverishly.

"Wow! I cant wait to find out what it means when Ranboo gets back." The hybrid says, ruffling Michael's hair affectionately.

"⏚⍀⏃⟟⎅ ⊑⏃⟟⍀?" Micheal spoke, surprising Tubbo who's face flashed from shock, to pride.

"When did you pick that up?" He asks, beaming with pride. Micheal mimes height, then a crown, indicating he picked up ender from listening to Ranboo.

Tubbo did understand what Micheal had just said, the phrase 'braid hair' being familiar to him, often been spoken by Ranboo himself during a more peaceful enderwalk.

And so, whilst Shroud scuttled around the house, climbing up walls and furniture, Tubbo sat down while Micheal braided his hair.

In all honesty, Micheal was very experienced in braiding, usually practicing on Ranboo, who had the most hair out of the family.

While the small zombie-like child was braiding, Tubbo recounted recent adventures to him, telling him of exploits that he, Ranboo and Tommy had gotten up to, entertaining them both.

Soon enough, Tubbo's hair was done, and the two switched over, with Tubbo doing Michael's hair while the smaller of the two rambled on in a mixture of zombie-pigman and Ender.

Tubbo only managed to pick up small bits of Michaels' stories, but he heard mostly good things.

The two where enjoying their bonding time, until they heard a crashing sound.

"⊑⎍⊑*?" Micheal asked, confused.

"Don't worry, I'll take a look. Stay here." The buff hybrid reassured, going towards the ladder, since the crashing sound came from upstairs.

It turned out, that Shroud had somehow broken a potion, and doused itself in the contents.

Somehow turning the small spider, into a humanoid hybrid?!

"E"  spoke the spider, before trying to dash away. 

However, due to Shroud only having two legs now instead of the accustomed eight.

"Ack" Shroud exclaimed, face planting with the floor.

"Shroud?! What- what did you do?" Tubbo looks over at the now spider-hybrid.

"Fuck!" Shroud yelled, surprising Tubbo, who was under the impression that the spider would struggle to speak.

Apparently Tommy's foul mouth had rubbed off on Shroud.

And now Tubbo had to deal with it.

...

It took half an hour to calm Shroud down, and then a full hour to teach him, and Shroud was a guy, how to walk and talk.

Whatever relaxation Tubbo was feeling before, it'd disappated.

Until Shroud sat himself in front of Micheal.

"Do my hair please." Shroud asked, to which Micheal happily abliged.

Tubbo sighed relieved that the two got on well enough.

 While the two smaller hybrids where occupied, Tubbo climbed the ladder again, to inspect what kind of potion Shroud had broken, for safety, and to be able to make a cure before Tommy came to get Shroud.

A transmutation potion? Since when did we have any of these? I thought they were illegal in most counties... Tubbo pondered, looking at the label written in neat cursive.

Who even brewed it? I doubt anyone really knows the recipe.

Maybe Nikki? Seems most likely, but Eret now's a lot about potion brewing as well...

Or Wilbur. I doubt that though. Tubbo thought, weighing different options.

He sighed, the potion was clearly Ranboo's, so he'd have to ask him about it when they got home.

Tubbo took out the broom which was propped against the wall, and began to sweep.

Meanwhile downstairs;

"What is fuck in your tongue?" Asked a curious Shroud.

"⎎⎍☊☍." Micheal replied, confused at what the word meant.

"⎎⎍☊☍!" Shroud exclaimed, finding the way the word sounded funny.

Tubbo, who'd heard this from upstairs, chuckled drily, knowing full well that this would go on for a while.

At least the potion wasn't harmful.

Tommy would decide if Shroud would be reversed when he got back.

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

* translates to: "I love my dads"

*  translates to "Huh?"

enjoy the fluff chapter, and please consider helping me get some more attention for my other works, to shorten the hiatus!

Thank you all though, for reading this and supporting me in making this.

I hope that when I can next take to the keyboard for this story, I'll still have you all behind me, encouraging me to continue.

Thanks for sticking around.

But I'll see you soon.

Peace ✌🏻 

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