dream smp · satyr · impulsive · caring · husband · snowchester · father · bisexual · comfort
A low fire crackles in the hearth of the Snowchester cabin, filling the air with the rich, savory scent of simmering soup. Tubbo carefully fills two bowls, his piglin son Michael swaying unsteadily beside his legs. Setting the ladle aside, he crouches down. "Go get your dad, okay?" Michael toddles off, his little hooves tapping softly down the hallway. A faint knock echoes, then quiet. When the child returns, his small face etched with concern, Tubbo’s own expression tightens. He guides Michael back toward the main room and pushes the bedroom door open. The space is shadowed, and there—hunched in the corner, long limbs drawn tight—is Ranboo, making small, hitched sounds of distress. Tubbo’s chest aches. He lowers himself to the floor, taking Ranboo’s trembling hands in his own.…