bee duo (one shots book)

[immortal]<fluff>

inspired by immortal by: reinaeiry

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Tubbo breathed softly, staring at himself in his bathroom mirror. He carefully combed his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes. He felt someone rest their chin on the top of his head and could've sworn he heard his late husband's voice sleepily ask for him to come back to bed.

Tubbo chuckled before opening his eyes and sighed softly once he saw that there was no one there. He felt his lip twitch a little as a frown grew onto them. He closed his eyes and let himself fall into the fantasy of his husband still being with him.

His heart ached a little as he let himself sink into the thought of there no longer being mornings thrown awake with breakfast in bed. There will be no more messily arranged bouquets of pink tulips and following his sleep walking husband to ensure they don't get hurt and even late night rambles about how human stuff worked and how dumb some of the stuff worked and a million different moments that grew warm in the goat boy's chest.

He felt so alive with them. They always did all these things and would always bring him to do them with them, and they would just laugh so happily. Tubbo's heart would race so quickly, and he knew he was alive. He had a heart, and it was beating, and he had something to live for.

Before Tubbo knew it, he could feel tears threatening to spill, and he snapped his eyes open. He breathed out shakily before blinking away the tears, shakily his head as he walked out of the bathroom. He headed to the front of the mansion, spotting a window that Ranboo had happily claimed their own.

Ranboo had pushed a heavily beat-up chair against the window, a small table beside the chair and a couple of books laying on the table. They had a pillow on the windowsill for if Enderchest had wanted to sit beside them.

Tubbo had recently taken refuge in the chair, only really leaving it to eat or take care of his son. He would always sit in the chair, burying himself into it as he watched the snow come down. He and Ranboo had always watched the snow coming down whenever they were bored.

Ranboo always smiled happily whenever they would watch the snow. That stupid warm smile. Tubbo always adored it. Whenever they were together, Tubbo didn't have to focus on the pain he's lived through. He felt brand new. Like he did before he even knew the word pain.

Ranboo's voice did this thing whenever they were excited. It would always go high-pitched, and snow watching usually made it go like that. Tubbo could only imagine Ranboo's voice speaking up about the snow falling. Tubbo would look over to the Ranboo he would imagine up and let himself remember the good times.

Tubbo sat in the chair and buried himself into the blankets he took from the bed, watching the snow as he closed his eyes. He felt their comfort enveloping around him. Like their arms wrapping around him, pulling him to their chest and whispering that it all would be okay.

Tubbo could recall them promising that they both would always meet in every universe. That Ranboo would always find Tubbo, and they'll both fall back in love for the other. Tubbo was skeptical of it at first, but now.. That's all he ever wishes. He'll find Ranboo time and time again, and he'll love them again just the same.

He'll forever love them. He doesn't think he'll ever stop loving them. They were perfect for him, and they understood how far his boundaries laid. They never purposely stepped past his boundaries and always furiously apologized, doing something to show they were truly sorry.

Tubbo could laugh at how dumb it all was, but at the same time, it was so completely sweet. He was theirs, and they were his, and they both were okay with that.

Tubbo opened his eyes and sighed softly before hearing a small snort from behind him. He turned towards the noise and smiled when he saw his son standing there. "Hi Mikey.." He hummed, motioning for his son to come over.

Michael snorted happily and came over, doing small grabby hands. Tubbo picked him up and rested him on his lap, wrapping the blanket around him as well. Michael looked up at Tubbo and tilted his head. "Dada sad?" He asked, and Tubbo sighed softly."A little"

Michael thought for a moment before asking, "Papa?" Tubbo nodded."I miss your papa." Michael tilted his head once more."But Papa home!" Tubbo hummed softly. They knew what Michael was talking about. It was the ghost of his late husband.

Tubbo glanced behind him and saw the ghost standing quietly. Tubbo narrowed his eyes before motioning for the ghost over. He knew this was the most he would have of his husband left, and showing the ghost anger would be no use as the ghost seemed to show a desire to care for his son.

Ghostboo looked a tad bit surpised before floating over and sitting beside the pair in the air. Tubbo thought for a moment before opening his blanket for Ghostboo and wrapping it around them as well. Michael smiled happily at the two getting along, and Tubbo managed a small, shaky smile towards them. Ghostboo smiled as warm as they could and leaned a bit against Tubbo.

Tubbo was growing used to seeing Ghostboo in their house as well. Seeing the ghost had been a cold reminder of his husband being dead, but Tubbo was growing better, and he was able to smile while thinking about Ranboo. Now he felt he should stop being so cold towards Ghostboo.

Tubbo smiled and hummed a tune, watching the snow fall with his son and the ghost of his late husband. Tubbo was okay with this. He was okay finding his husband in all lives they both lived through and losing them over and over as well.

He was okay with that. He was okay if that was the price he had to pay in order to continue being with them eternally. Their love for each other was immortal, never dying even if they physically had. Tubbo would always love Ranboo even if they're alive, dead, or a ghost. They're still Ranboo at the end of the day.

Tubbo carefully wrapped an arm around Ghostboo and felt them jump a little at the arm. Ghostboo and Tubbo stared at each other for a moment before Tubbo smiled small, making Ghostboo smile back. They found this newfound attention strange, but it seemed.. nice. They wrapped their arm around Tubbo as well.

The small family continued sitting, watching the snow fall wordlessly. They didn't need to speak. The three were okay with this. Tubbo liked the comfortable silence, and Michael wanted his dad to be happy and okay and was willing to stay quiet if his dad needed it. Ghostboo was okay with the silence as well. They already lived most of their life in it, but the comfortable ones were especially nice. Tubbo closed his eyes and smiled widely.

His love for Ranboo is forever immortal.