💚⬛ₛₜₒᵣᵢₑₛ fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ Cᵣₒw Fₐₘᵢₗy⬜❤ (Beeduo + Grampa Schlatt oneshots)

𝕊𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 (𝕋𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕠)

It was five- no... it was seven in the morning, Tubbo woke up with a loud sneeze, causing him to sit up at the same time. His nose was stuffy and he fell back down with a loud, sickly groan...

Tubbo caught a cold. Just what he gets for spending three hours outside. At night. During a storm... Honestly Tubbo would have been suprised if he wasn't sick. Looking out the window near his bed, the younger faun grumbled sadly as the sun shone brightly; giant beams of light floating into the room, flooding it in warmth and brightness. Tubbo rolled over, pulling the duvet over his head after a large sneezing fit. His head pounding as if it had a heartbeat as he grumbled.

He heard the door to his room swing open, a happy voice calling to him a kind "Good morning my love!" Tubbo rolled over again, burying himself in his duvet even more as he responded with a low, broken "mrnig-" cutting himself off with a load of coughs and sneezes. Ranboo looked suprised at this, carefully peeling the large duvet off of his husband his ears drooped slightly in worry. Tubbos face was a flushed pink and his breathing was very jagged; pressing their foreheads together the enderman realised his husband had an immense fever. "What happened?! Tubbo your burning up! I'll go make you some soup, don't move!" Ranboo exclaimed, rushing out of the room before Tubbo could respond. This left the sickly faun all alone.

After two minutes Tubbo groaned and got out of bed, moving toward the bathroom so he could wash his face and spit out the phlem he could feel building up in his throat. Looking at himself in the mirror he sighed, knowing that today would be one of the worst. Leaving the bathroom Tubbo changed into an oversized t-shirt (one that he stole from Ranboo) and grabbed a thin blanket before walking downstairs into the living room, much too his husbands dismay. Ranboo sighed, knowing that Tubbos impatience and stubborness must run in the family. Plating up the bowl of soup and bread Ranboo walked toward the sofa that Tubbo had made himself comfortable on. Sighing again, he spoke "Tubbo, I love you, but what part of 'don't move' did you not understand?" His only response being a soft grumble. The endermans tail swished around slightly, like a nervous feline. The rest of the Crow family were out for the day, excluding Michael (for obvious reasons) so the only person who could look after the sick faun was Ranboo. The enderman picked up the smaller being, sitting himself down on the sofa before gently placing his husband in his lap and carefully laying the blanket over them.

After letting the soup cool down, Tubbo took the bowl in his hands and quietly consumed the warm liquid, his throat feeling dry from all of the coughing. Once the bowl was empty he placed it back on the small coffee table that stood infront of the sofa before nuzzling into his husband, slowly drifting off into a dreamless sleep. Ranboo smiled gently at the precious creature before him, sometimes he still questions how on earth they managed to get married and fall into a mutual, genuine love. As the sound of soft snores filled his ears the enderman could hear a door slowly open and the soft patter of feet waddling toward the room they were in. A few moments pass and he feels a tug on his sweater sleeve, knowing it was Michael who wanted to be part of the cuddles. Ranboo carefully picked up his young son, placing him under the blanket and smiling as the small piglin nuzzled into his dad before, rather quickly, falling into sleep. With a kind smile Ranboo kissed his husbands forehead, muttering softly as he closed his eyes, "even if I get sick, this was worth it." Before he too, slipped into a peaceful slumber.