a/n: thank you guys for being supportive of my break i hope you enjoy will be a slightly very slightly angst (also i apologize to my editor and viewers i have autocorrect and auto caps off) (also i dyed my hair a bit ago i hope you like it)
tw: trauma(talking about, responses, etc), fluff that makes you want to die
VERY slightly based off of lore from a while ago
Ranboo pov:
I gently held the trembling hand of my husband stroking my fingers gently through his soft hair.
"hey bee it's okay i'm right here," I say gently.
"I-I know," he says, voice trembling.
My arms encase him, pulling him into a tight embrace. His hair always smells of honey, very sweet just like him. I start tracing little hearts on his back hoping he doesn't start panicking again. My heart broke when I found him, my Tubbo, hyperventilating in a corner shaking very violently.
I feel the shaking start to slow down significantly, "Would you like to talk about it honeybee?" I ask gently, not wanting to overstep anything.
"Yes," he says quietly into my chest.
"Alright take all the time you need i'm here for you."
"Thank you."
"so umm this is gonna make me seem like a coward but there were some people lighting fireworks and i saw it and then the festival just came back to me. Technoblade back in my face again shooting me not once but twice. i thought in manburg i knew i was a spy but i never thought my own father would get me killed but i should have expected it i mean he did consume a lot of alcohol and well was never really the best father. and then i was terrified and just couldn't breath"
"ah tubbo," i start sympathetically "you didn't deserve any of that not your excuse my language shitty fucking father of yours not the festival you are an amazing person and an amazing father and you dont get praised a lot for it as you never really had any good parental figures when you were younger. You are an amazing husband and you can always come to me for any of this okay?"
"Thank you so much boo, I'll make sure to remember just that, thank you," he says, burying his face in my shirt once again.
We sit there like that for minutes just enjoying the feeling of being in eachothers arms falling if even possible more in love by the second.
I proceed cautiously, breaking the silence "do you want to make dinner with me bee whatever you want."
"Of course I do."
His hand intertwines with mine fitting perfectly as it always had. Hand in hand we walk to the kitchen in peace.
"Soo, what would you like to eat?"
"Steak sounds really good," he says quietly.
"Then steak it is.", "Do you want to get the pan started while I grab the ingredients."
"sure," he says walking towards the cabinet
i start to go to our chest and pull out raw beef and some beets. I dig through and end up finding cookies as well that i could surprise him with. i look around quickly and shove the cookies into my pockets hoping i remember them later.
"thanks honeybee,'' I say as I go to the stove and find the pan ready for me to sear the meat on. with the spatula I smear it around, feeling a presence right by me waiting for something to do.
"Would you like to make the beets Tubbo?" I offer.
"yeah of course." he says softly, grabbing the beets and with swiftness his hand moves with the knife cutting them into even cubes.
The time flies by as I cook alongside my husband, warmth filling the air. the gentle banter flows so easily there are so many admirable things about this man, his deep rich brown hair, his soft pink scars on his face, his brown eyes that are just a constant sense of warmth, his hands so detailed and so skilled at so many things. (he's a homo) I love this man.
"hey bee?"
"hm?," he perks his head up meeting his eyes, one of the few I can look at with mine.
"you are stunning, did you know that? damn you should save some for me. Like honestly what can't i admire about you like i need to eat my food but i can't stop staring?"
as his face turns a soft pink and his ears become more red I know I got the point through. After a moment of collecting himself he responds.
"Well you aren't too bad yourself Mr. Boo, like have you seen how well everything you do just compliments everything around you. your face could literally only be described as 'damn that's attractive' and that only sums up like half of it so i think you're the attractive one."
it's clearly my turn to blush, face turning a pale red and ears we don't talk about it.
"aww is the meow meow blushing," he says smiling and even though he's making fun of me i'm fine with it because of the warm glimmer in his eye.
We spend much more time flirting, probably more than healthy and my face got unmistakably hot more times than I'm willing to admit.
"Do you want to head to bed, Bee?" I questioned.
"Yeah, that would be great."
"Alrighty," I say, extending my hand to his.
We happily walk upstairs wanting nothing more than to fall asleep.
"Boo you always know how to make me feel better. Thank you for making life so much more bearable. I love you so much."
"Thanks my honeybee, I love you too."
As we climb into bed, bodies pressed as close as humanly possible together with warmth spreading we drift to sleep seeing the wonderful view of the sparkling blanket of white snow and of course the even more beautiful each other. Being in eachothers arms for sleep is the only way I want to spend my future with my bee.
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