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Horns of an angel

art by me

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c!Tubbo x reader

You had often seen him wondering around L'manburg (that had soon been renamed into Manberg) though you two hadn't really talked alot, the brunette didn't hesitate to throw you a bright grin accompanied by a shy wave.

It was adorable how friendly he was, and even more adorable when he had started leaving little gifts on your door.

You had only found out it was him when you had woke up to the sound of a peculiar blonde screaming at the hybrid teasingly

You could hear Tommy yell the words "TUBSO HAS A CRUSH" and "FUCKING SIMP" all together. When you had opened the door, Tubbo had Tommy on the ground, trying to rip off the gift that was in the loud blonde's clutches.

The brunette's skin flushed red when he had noticed your half awake self with a confused smile.

It seems he had found you adorable as well.

You two became close at that point, no more shy waves when you can intertwine your pinkies together, lightly squeezing eachothers fingers one in a while.

No more quick side glances when you bith can stare at eachother as long as you want with much admiration under the light of the moon.

No more failed attempts of a confession when you two can rub your noses together, along with the occasional soft headbutt.

You had thought you were going to have to linger your heart to the past when you saw him executed on stage. You saw a tear slide down his cheeks, eyes locked onto yours that were wide in fear.

Your heart dropped as Technoblade pulled the trigger, setting off a mixture of colors along with the tears and the crimson liquid Tubbo shed.

And he exploded and came back with his undying admiration for you.

You spent the rest of your days tending to his wounds, even then it seemed that you were more afraid than he was. He managed to calm you, and insisted on doing so even as you pleaded that he needed the comfort and not yourself.

He's just so full with love.

You're now in Snowchester, your new home. Even as the breeze of the cold bite at your skin, you had followed him.

Anywhere and anything he'd do, you'd follow. And his heart swelled up, and ten times more everyday as he woke up with you at his side.

The feeling of constant relief and contentment washes along your veins everytime you wake up blearily from another nightmare. You'd see him next to you, either sleeping peacefully, his hair softly brushing against his forehead swings in the air for a moment as he lets out a huff in his sleep.

Sometimes you'd find that he was still awake, half lidded eyes looking back at you in the soft shadows in the dark. All the worries you have is gone in an instant when he brushes off the hair from your face.

His touches are as light as a feather, he's careful with his hands and even gentler when he cups your cheeks to give a loving kiss to your forehead and you trace the scars on his face and giving them a soft kiss, telling him how pretty he is as he only responds with a low hum.

Sometimes you swear to yourself that he haven't changed one bit from the first you met him. He still is shy and his ears still press to the back of his head.

He still scratches the base of his horns when he's trying to focus, and he still snaps his fingers when he remembers something.

He's still your Tubbo and he'll always be.