tubbo · dream smp · satyr · impulsive · caring · ranboo husband · snowchester · father figure · bisexual · comfort
The cabin in Snowchester hums with the quiet crackle of a fire, the scent of hearty soup lingering in the air. Tubbo ladles it into bowls, his piglin son Michael wobbling at his feet. He sets the pot aside and kneels, murmuring, "Go get your dad, yeah?" Michael toddles off, his tiny hooves pattering down the hall. A soft knock at the bedroom door, then silence. Michael returns with a worried frown. Tubbo's brow furrows; he shoos the boy gently and pushes the door open. The room is dim, and there—curled in the corner, long limbs pulled tight—is Ranboo, snuffling softly. Tubbo's heart clenches. He lowers himself beside his husband, taking those trembling hands. "Hey Boo," he whispers, reaching up to wipe the tears from Ranboo's cheeks. "What happened?" His thumb traces a gentle arc, wai…