Tubbo and Ranboo sat in their house in Snowchester, watching Michael run around the room happily.
"Okay, wait, explain what happened again? I want to make sure I have it all down right."
Ranboo sat close next to his husband, holding a memory book he was writing in. Tubbo looked up at him lovingly, then a bit uneasily before he started again. He took a deep breath.
I'm keeping him safe.
"Tommy and I used to be friends. Then after L'Manburg got blown up, he ran away, he never came back. He abandoned everyone to sit alone in a ravine. He came back, and tried to blow up L'Manburg again. I caught him, stopped it from happening. He yelled at me for trying to keep everyone safe-"
Tubbo paused for a moment, wondering whether leaving things out or exaggerating the truth to his husband about his friend was wrong.
No, I'm just trying to keep everyone safe. Tommy is a bad person, right? Ranboo just doesn't know better. I'm helping.
"He went crazy, Boo, he's insane. He wasn't safe to be around at all. I sent him away only because I had to. It hurt so much, he was my best friend, I didn't want to have to do it-"
"Oh, honeybee, no, its okay, you were just keeping everyone safe, breathe, its alright."
Ranboo brought Tubbo into a tight hug, trying to comfort him from a pain that was never there in the first place. Tubbo wasn't upset about exiling Vil, not in the slightest. He barely second guessed himself, and he knew that.
But if he doesn't think Tommy is the bad guy... what if he thinks I am? I can't lose him, I love him too much. I'll stretch things if I have to, to keep him with me and away from Tommy. I don't want him to hate me. I don't want to lose him and Michael.
Tubbo looked up at his husband from the hug, softly, and with a little guilt he tried to hide. He looked out at his piglin son, bouncing around the room excitedly, and back up at Ranboo again.
"I love you, Boo, so much."
"I love you too, honeybee."
Ranboo leaned down to Tubbo and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead, holding him close.
"Maybe we can grab a boat, take Michael out on a walk to see the snow? It might be a nice distraction for you."
"Heh, yeah, alright bossman, we can do that, that would be nice."
Ranboo went into a chest and grabbed out a boat to take Michael out in, as Tubbo watched from the couch, still questioning what he was doing.
I'm not the bad guy here. Its okay. I'm doing what's right. I'm doing what I have to to protect my family.
I'm not the bad guy.
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Come And Get Me
FanfictionWilbur built a nation with his little brother, destroyed it, and got himself killed. How is Tommy meant to cope with the death of his older brother and keep his own sanity? Maybe Wilbur was right, it was never meant to be. ---- Updating on Fridays :]
