Me And My Husband • Beeduo || English

1 • ⍙⏃☍⟒ ⎍⌿

He was woken up by the sound the hardwood floor creaking around the house, refusing to open his eyes and trying to ignore it as he tried to snuggle against his husband in the bed, but being met with a bundle of cold blankets and an empty space when he reached his arm out.
He groaned, opening his eyes to a pitch black room, what the hell was Ranboo doing? he turned to look at the clock on the nightstand by the bed, his eyes taking some time to adjust to the light from said clock in the darkness and reading a 1:47 a.m.

["Where the fuck is he?"] he muttered under his breath in annoyance, deciding to lay in bed for a few more minutes until the coldness got too present and he groaned sitting up, resting his back against the headboard and trying to readjust his eyes to the darkness in the room. After a few seconds he pushed himself to the edge of the bed, stepping on the cold floor and standing up.
The room was freezing now that he wasn't beneath the blankets, shivering at the change of temperature he made his way to the door, the hall was just as dark as everything else.

He exited the room as quietly as possible, trying to hear for the footsteps again and being met with an odd silence.
He carefully walked and stood at the beginning of the stairs, looking down at the pitch black first floor he shrugged and kept going, Ranboo wasn't downstairs. There wasn't a single torch lighten up in the mansion, worry creeping up his spine. Ranboo would always light the candles when he walked around even if it wasn't needed, it was unusual for him to go through the shadows.

Something was wrong. He could feel the tension build up his shoulders whenever the floor creaked under his feet, suddenly every step he took would make noise, or was he paranoid now? Maybe he was, or maybe he's been making noise this whole time but didn't realize. He could swear he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, the silence was deafening and didn't help with the emotions that were creeping up his body.
But it was still dead silent. He hated this. He just wanted to find Ranboo, get him to explain what the fuck he was doing out of bed and go back to cuddling in the warmth of his blankets and husband, was it too much to ask for?

He saw a dim light in the corner of his eye, freezing in place and turning his head in that direction. His eyes widened; it was Michael's bedroom. The door was creaked open, and it was just as dark as the rest of his home, or it would be, if it wasn't for the purple tone that escaped the room through the small gap between the wooden door and the wall.
He slowly took another step, being as quiet as his body let him, taking deep breaths and once he was calm enough, he started walking. There was no sound on the other side of the door, it was dead silent, letting a distant ring echo in his ears, it boomed in his head and bounced like a ball, shaking his head to the sides to stop the deafening noise from becoming louder.

As he got closer he finally heard something, or someone. It sounded like bird chirping, but it was quieter, softer, and somehow comforting, a sound that lasted at least 2 seconds before it died down. As soon as it stopped, another noise came, it sounded different, like.. a cat purring? The brunette tilted his head to the side, slowly pushing the door open as he peaked his head in the room.

A tall figure stood next to Michael's bed, the small piglin sleeping peacefully wrapped in various blankets, soft snores coming from the toddler not being aware of anything that was happening in his surroundings. The figure looked threatening for a second, covered in shadows as their eyes shined a bright color purple, the dim light painting the whole room in the bright color.
Tubbo immediately recognized who it was, none other than his damn husband.
He stood looking down at their sleeping son, small and faint particles appearing and disappearing around him continuously.