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Tubbo isn't a bad person.
He just likes money.
So when an opportunity like this is given so easily to him, How could he deny It?
Ranboo was naive. They were kind and caring and had so much love inside.
They trusted too much, believed too easily.
That's why when Tubbo said yes to their proposal they beamed, laughing and bursting into tears.
He had to hold a towel to their face while they sobbed, trying to keep the burning tears out of their cheeks.
They were so happy.
Even when at first Tubbo still didn't like any type of romantic actions, avoiding physical contact, It was just 'too much' for him.
That's ok, they're just too clingy, they can give him space.
At least they can hold hands, (Which made Ranboo extremely flustered) and say their I love you's, even though Tubbo wasn't as passionate as them when saying It.
Tubbo knew sometimes he hurt Ranboo, being by actions or words.
They always sucked It up. He wasn't dumb. He felt bad when he was mean without even noticing, only realizing when the other was already down.
He usually apologized by doing little acts of affection, to show that he cared.
Easing Ranboo up a bit with light jokes and flirts that made them blush.
Now don't get Tubbo wrong. He didn't mistreat Ranboo.
The enderman was his friend after all. Yeah, he was deceiving them for money, but still, he has some type of morals.
.
The plan was simple: kill Ranboo and get the money.
The problem?
Ranboo don't fucking die.
He tried, and stars how he tried. Ranboo just slips out of death’s grasp like soap, moving on like nothing even happened.
And It always come back to bite Tubbo’s ass.
Try to push them into lava? Surprise, they take lava baths!
Now he knows why they always looked clean, and smelled nice, he can’t think of a time he ever catched Ranboo dirty or even smelly.
He tried to drown Ranboo, pushing them off the top of the water tunnel connecting snowchester to the rest of the smp, 'by accident'.
The armor was enchanted specifically to protect them from water, how Lucky.
He tried to set Ranboo on fire, he Just ended up burning himself and having a worried enderman hovering around him for the rest of the week.
He tried stabbing, crushing, concussing, suffocating, melting, impaling, shooting, everything.
It just didn't work. It always ended up with him getting hurt or Ranboo getting out unharmed. And Ranboo was clueless!
They didn't even question why so many deadly situations were occurring to them and why Tubbo always seemed involved with it in some type of way.
They Just brushed It off, like It was nothing!
They were married for some time now and Ranboo couldn't shut up about their anniversary, 'We should celebrate!' they said, he almost rolled his eyes, other sappy shit he would have to be involved in. He sighed.
Ranboo Just kept going with their rambling, the Ram paid them no mind, knowing that he would follow through any plans they come up with, tuning them out to hear his own thoughts. And then.
Something clicked in Tubbo’s head, he smirked.
"We could have a date." He said grinning.
Ranboo paused.
"a– I– What?" They sputtered, seemingly taken aback by Tubbo’s sudden proposal.
"Yeah, a date, the two of us, with all the candles and wine and shit."
Ranboo remained silent taking in the information.
"We could leave Michael with Tommy and I could come up with something at the mansion." He gestures.
"You wouldn't need to work this pretty head of yours, your only worries would be looking nice for me." He jokes, supporting his head with one hand cupping his cheek, looking up at the enderman.
Ranboo was still silent, not really taking in his words yet.
They stared at Tubbo trying to see If he was somehow, he was just messing with them.
Tubbo wouldn't propose a romantic date all of the sudden like that, right?
But… It was their anniversary, maybe he was trying to do something nice for the occasion?
"Wait, you’re serious?" They said, hesitant. The shorter grinned, nodding.
Ranboo’s eyes went wide, their cheeks and ears getting tinted with shades of red and green, mouth gaping.
"I– I– w–what? I mean–" The enderman stumbled with their words.
Tubbo laughed, causing them to be even more embarrassed, looking away and covering their face with both hands.
"What? Is It this chocking that I would want to celebrate our anniversary? I mean, I know I'm sort of bad at this whole romantic stuff, but not that bad right?" The ram chuckled.
Ranboo just whined, vocalizing with their enderman noises, shaking their head.
Tubbo snorts, holding the taller’s wrist and lowering one of their hands away from their face.
Ranboo looked at him embarrassed, peeking out of the other hand, waiting to see what Tubbo would do.
Ranboo looked rather cute– No. He shook his head, sliding his hand down the taller’s wrist, to take their hand instead, intertwining their fingers.
Tubbo got closer, taking Ranboo’s other hand out of the way.
"I am not kidding boo, let's have a date night." He said gently, voice quiet.
He knew exactly how to mess with them.
And It worked, the taller’s mind went all foggy, heart racing, stomach full of butterflies.
"I–, I mean, y-yes. I– I just didn't expect that all of the sudden. Y–you never seemed to– to like romantic stuff– I mean, normally I– I would plan something like– like that. It's– it's not that I'm complaining! I just–"
They were rambling again, he rolled his eyes taking Ranboo’s hands between his.
Their hands were big compared to his, soft against his skin, Ranboo had what Tubbo called pianist hands.
He brought their hands to his lips, kissing their fingers gently, the taller immediately paused in a sharp gasp, holding their breath.
"Of course I would want to do something for this special case. Why wouldn't I want to take a hot, tall, dark, enderman on a date?" He winked, giving them a shit eating grin.
Ranboo was overwhelmed; he felt like they could shut down at any moment, he almost could see the smoke coming out of their ears.
"This will be a special night."
.
Of course Tubbo has a plan of assassination for the date.
It wasn't like he wanted to spend a nice time with Ranboo. Giving them a date that they deserve.
Of course not.
That's why he made a whole ass dinner (Although Just being simple things like roasted chicken and soup) and prepared a nice table, going as far as getting one of the wines from Schlatt’s storage.
Even getting vanilla scented candles, to illuminate the place.
Ok, so maybe he over prepared a bit, but in his defense, at least Ranboo would get something nice before their death.
Yeah that's It, he just wanted the enderman to have something they would enjoy, before they died.
Yeah, that's the only reason, nothing more…
Now he was wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.
The ram was dressed nicely today, the fancier he was in a long time.
Having his hair done, neatly tossed to the side. The growing polished horns, already getting big and starting to curl.
He was wearing a white dress shirt, with an open vest on top, a red tie neatly resting around his neck and black dress shoes.
At least his time at the cabinet and as president, teached something about formal wear.
This time he wasn't uncomfortable in his own skin though.
The brunette was playing with the sleeve of his shirt, waiting at the bottom of the mansion’s main stairs, for Ranboo to get down.
They always took a while getting ready, although they were taking longer today, or maybe he was just anxious.
He huffed, changing weights from leg to leg.
The moment he grabbed his communicator to text them and see what was taking so long, he heard footsteps upstairs.
He looked up to greet Ranboo with a side grin, already with a tease at the tip of his tongue. But, at the moment his eyes landed on them, all the cockyness washed out of him, the words dying in his mouth with a short gasp, his jaw dropped.
Ranboo was…
Well, they were fucking gorgeous.
Don't get Tubbo wrong, Ranboo is naturally a good looking person.
He would never admit this genuinely out loud though. Preferring to stick with flirts and teasing. Just jokes.
But now he couldn't come to have his thoughts straight.
The enderman wore a dress. A mermaid dress he recalled, a long loosend skirt with a side slice at the middle of the thigh, just above the knee, exposing one of their long legs, and a thigh chain.
Glowing high-heels adorned the enderman feet making them even taller.
Their long hair was loose, tossed elegantly to the side, resting over one of their shoulders.
They had jewelry hanging from horns to neck. One diamond bracelet in their arm. All types of gemstones embellishing all of their figure. He thinks that is an Ender-pearl in the center of their necklace.
Just… Wow.
"How do I look?"
He gapes, watching Ranboo walk down the stairs.
He didn't even notice the nervousness emanating from the enderman, not seeing how stiff their shoulders were, only focusing on how outright marvelous the taller looked.
Too distracted trying by their beauty to let out a word.
"Do I look bad? Did I do too much? Oh end, should I change?" The enderman was already turning away to run upstairs when–
"No!" He choked out.
Ranboo stopped, eyes wide and pointy ears shot up with the sudden shout.
He cleared his throat. "Shit– Sorry." He gulped. "I– I Just– …Wow." Tubbo sputtered, losing his words again.
The ham shook his head, still not really out of It. "You're beautiful." He whispered, not even realizing what he said, until Ranboo's cheeks flushed, the ears relaxing again, tinted with red and green.
"Thank you." The enderman looked away smiling shyly. "You look handsome too. Although I prefer your hair undone." They said the last part in a teasing tone.
Now, Tubbo was used to Ranboo’s compliments.
They always praised him, giving reassurances when he needed it.
So why did he feel his cheeks burn? He shot one hand up to his hair unconsciously, looking away.
He is used to getting Ranboo embarrassed, not the other way around.
They stayed both silent for a moment, not looking at each other, and too flustered to speak up.
Awkward.
Tubbo cleaned his throat, dismissing the warmth on his face.
"So…" He looked up. Seeing Ranboo still looking away, fidgeting with a strand of hair, cheeks blushed. Cute.
"Um… Do you wanna… I mean– May I…?" He extended his arm towards the enderman, who finally looked at him and smiled happily, the blush never leaving their face, walking down the remaining steps, holding their skirt out of the way.
"Why, of course, fine gentleman." They chuckled.
Hooking their arms together did not work well given the height difference, why is Ranboo wearing heels?
So instead Tubbo snacked his hand around the enderman’s waist, resting it on the small of their back, only now noticing that the dress didn't cover their back, having it exposed, with golden chains hanging of It.
Ranboo shot up, letting out a vwoop in surprise, face burning. Tubbo snorted, getting a slap on the shoulder in response.
They walked towards the dining room, snickering and teasing each other, with weak pushes and whispered flirts, both almost tumbling down, tripping and grabbing each other, until they reached the huge double doors.
They stopped at the hall.
Tubbo detached from the taller’s arms, making a point of sliding his arms against their sides before taking his hands off their waist, walking backwards and stopping just at the frame of the door, standing in front of them before they could get a sight inside of the room.
Ranboo chuckled.
"What?" They grinned, shooting up a brow at him, putting one of their hands on their hips, trying to lean over Tubbo’s shoulder to see inside the room.
"I want you to close your eyes." Tubbo snickered, poking their side for them to back off.
"Mmm, I don't know…" The enderman backed away, swatting his hands away from his sides gently, faking a scolding frown on their face.
"That never ends well." They snorted, not so amused, probably remembering something he did.
Tubbo couldn't hold the mischievous grin that curled on his lips, but quickly turned it to an indignant face, to maintain his posture.
"But it's a surprise! I want to surprise you! Close your eyes." He commanded.
Ranboo rolled their eyes before complying.
Tubbo smiled, taking the taller’s hands in his, gently tugging them towards the doors, entering the room.
"Don't open yet." He warned, letting go of the enderman's hands, Ranboo giggled but obeyed. Standing still and holding their hands at their front, politely.
The short one snorted. Fast walking to the round table, getting the bouquet on top of It, which was half his size, various alliums and tulips sticking out of it, and walking back to the taller, stopping in front of them.
"Ok, you can look now." He said. The other did what they were told right away.
Ranboo gasped, covering their mouth.
They looked around, taking in their surroundings, and then, looked down at the sheep hybrid in front of them.
Their eyes lit up, cat like pupils dilating, almost covering all the space in their eyes, he could feel the affection overflowing out of them.
"This is for me?" Ranboo said, voice small and soft.
"Of course It is. Do you like It?" Tubbo held out the bouquet for them.
The enderman smiled wide, so much that he thought it might be hurting them.
"I love It." They hummed, taking the bouquet in their arms, caressing the flowers. "Thank you." They looked at him again and he felt a fluttering on his stomach.
Tubbo smiled, a warm feeling rising on his chest.
"You're welcome, bossman." He gestured to the table, taking Ranboo by the forearm, gently guiding them to a chair in the round table, and properly sitting them.
Very gentlemanly of his part, he knew.
"End, you made all of this…" Ranboo looked at the plates neatly placed with cutlery at their sides and the candle in the middle of the table, resting the bouquet on their lap, and looking up at Tubbo amazed.
"Of course I did." He said, moving around the table to his chair pulling It back. "I said I would make something special for our anniversary." He winked, sitting across from his date.
"I Just never thought you would come with something like this." Ranboo gestured, caressing the flowers. "We both know how 'sappy' stuff isn't your type." They smiled, propping one hand below their jaw, teasing, staring at him fondly.
"It isn't, but I still got It." Tubbo huffed, raising his chin in exaggerated confidence.
Ranboo snorted.
"Oh yeah?" They grinned.
"Are you doubting me, minutes man?" He quirked a brow, smiling at the taller.
"Oh, I would never!" The enderman replied, with a mocking tone.
"I can be romantic!" He slapped his hands on the table lighthearted.
"I could woo you! Right now If I wanted to!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Ranboo, leaning on top of the table, squinting his eyes at the taller, a smile tugging on his lips.
"Well, woo me then."
Tubbo grinned.
The game is on.
The ram leaned further on the table, laying both hands on top of It, sliding the candle carefully out of the way, reaching closer to the enderman’s face.
They pretended to be uninterested, not looking at him, checking up their well done nails instead, but he could see they were holding back a smile.
He inched closer, getting their heads near each other, his horn brushing on the taller’s hair.
The enderman still paid him no mind, he didn't notice their cheeks getting hotter, with the proximity.
Tubbo picked a flower at the bouquet, his favorite, a pink tulip, putting it behind the taller’s left ear, twitching with the contact, getting closer to their right ear, and whispering.
"Do you like pudding?"
"Wha–"
And he kisses their cheek with a loud smack.
Ranboo blinked.
Did he Just?
They choked.
"What the– TUBBO!" The enderman whiped their head to look at him, covering their cheek with one hand, their face was flushed in red and green.
Tubbo bursted into laughter
"That's not fair!" Ranboo whined. "You kissed me!" They accused.
"Do you feel wooed yet, pretty boy?" The ram replied loudly, snorting at the enderman’s scoff.
"Not fair." Ranboo pouted, crossing their arms and looking away from him.
"Aww, why so sad, hot stuff?" He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind the taller’s ear, the tulip in their ear really looked good on them.
"This frown doesn't match with that pretty face of yours." Ranboo turned to face him again, opening their mouth to say something, probably an insult or a snarky remark, but they stopped when their eyes met, closing their mouth and staring at him.
He paused.
When did they get so close?
He felt their breath in his face, their cheeks still blushed.
The enderman looked up at him, the ram still hovering over them, fluttering their eyelashes, pupils dilated. His breath stuttered.
He was about to lean away when Ranboo spoke up.
"You– eh, uhm…" They squeezed their lips together, opening and closing their mouth. "Can I kiss you?" They blurted out, immediately blushing and looking away from him.
Now, he didn't expect that, at all.
Could they?
I mean by all means they were married.
So it shouldn't be weird right?
His brain was racing with thoughts, he opened his mouth maybe to say something, but nothing came out.
No. He couldn't allow that, he shouldn't.
Ranboo was looking at him expectantly.
"I…"
"It's okay If you don't want to! We never had to– I– Oh end, why did I say that? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that! Let's just forget–"
"Yes." He blurted out before he could think.
"Uh?"
What is he doing?
"Yes, you can–" He paused, looking down, this is a mistake. "Kiss me…" Oh stars, why did he say that?
Ranboo looked at him surprised. Great, now he looks stupid.
"Ok." They blurted out, anxiety emanating from their figure.
"Ok?" Tubbo asked, not really sure If he is trying to reaffirm himself or Ranboo.
"Ok."
The feeling in his stomach returned.
The taller leaned in, he closed his eyes, hands trembling on the hardened wood of the table.
Was he really doing this? He could feel a hot breath on his lips. Ok. They were really doing this.
His face was hot, he felt like he was on fire, his heart was beating fast on his chest.
He felt lips pressing on… his cheek?
He furrowed.
Ranboo whined, dropping their head on his shoulder, trying to hide their embarrassment.
What happened?
"Ran–"
"I can't believe I did this!" The enderman said, face buried on Tubbo’s shoulder.
He was so confused.
"Ranboo wha-"
"Shoot! I can't believe I did this. Oh end, my heart!" The enderman pressed a hand against their chest, as If to prove the point.
"Ranboo. You didn't Kiss me." He deadpanned, baffled.
"I know! But I did! Well… Technically– I'm sorry! I got nervous!" They whined again, putting a hand on Tubbo’s chest, gripping at his shirt.
He grabbed their wrist, not pulling away, just holding them and putting his other hand on their back, holding himself not to whack Ranboo across the head.
Gods they are so stupid.
He is stupid for thinking Ranboo of all people could cross that line.
"You're kidding me."
He sighs.
That's going to be a long night.
.
After that, the date followed well, as well you trying to kill your partner in matrimony can go.
They already ate, ignoring the fiasco that the kiss attempt was.
They chatted and Ranboo complimented his attempt at cooking, which was decent.
Better than carbonated chicken, that's for sure.
They were drinking wine now.
Tubbo isn't a wine guy, but he doesn't mind It either.
He snuck poison into Ranboo’s glass when they weren't looking, he almost didn't, but he shook off the feeling of guilt and poured it in.
Now he was sitting on the railing of their balcony, just waiting for the poison to kick in and Ranboo was by his side, almost finishing their glass, drinking the crimson liquid in long sips.
He took another sip of his own glass and looked at the view behind his shoulder.
They decided to take the date to the balcony to enjoy the chill air and watch the night sky.
He felt a warm body press on his side and turned his head to look at it.
Ranboo didn't look at him, instead tipping their head back to finish their glass and leaving it at the thick wood railing.
They look tipsy, the color on their cheeks and the dilated pupils giving it away, is the poison kicking in?
"You okay?"
Ranboo hums pressing at his side further, snacking an arm around his waist and resting their head on top of his.
He leans in, not wanting to fall off the balcony, gripping the railing firmly and holding the arm around him.
"Careful there bossman, wouldn't wanna fall." He says gently, getting another hum in response.
The poison should have kicked in by now, but Ranboo seems fine, drunk of course, maybe even high considering the poison, but not convulsing on the floor.
He sighs.
Of course this poison wouldn't work on their fucked up metabolism.
He failed again.
But why doesn't he feel so bad?
He feels disappointed and frustrated of course, but he can not help to also feel relief for them still being standing, chest rising and falling with their breathing and body pressing warm to his side.
He feels the fluttering in his stomach again.
Like Ranboo was sensing his conflict, their hold on Tubbo tightens, rubbing their cheek on his hair, getting It messier than It already was.
He starts to hear a little rumble noise coming from their chest.
Is that?
"Are you purring?" He pulls back holding Ranboo by the arms, a little amused smile tugging on his face.
Ranboo only blinks at him, the little rumble noise not stopping.
"You are!" He chuckles, putting his hand on the taller's neck to check his theory, feeling them lean into the touch.
He rubs their adams apple with his thumb, feeling the vibration on their neck, following the noise down to their chest, he smiles when he feels the endermans tail curl around his ankle.
"There's no way I'm letting you get away with this one, cat boy."
"Don' call m’that" They blurted out, words slurred and voice cracked.
He laughed.
"What? Cat boy? But it's true–"
He got a slap on the shoulder for that.
"Stahp!"
"Woah!"
Maybe the slap was a little stronger than they expected.
If Ranboo almost didn't push Tubbo to his death with their drunk indignation, the ram would have teased a little bit more.
But he had a certain attachment to his living situation at the moment, so instead he just got down from the railings.
The small cushion seat at the balcony's side looks terribly comfortable now.
The enderman pouted, like they didn't almost kill him.
"Why’re y’u leavin'?" They gripped the sleeve of his shirt, yanking it softly.
"I'm not leaving bossman, I'm Just moving."
"But y’u’re warm! Don' leave m'here… You leavin' me…" They clung to him, hunching over the ram, with their arms wrapped around his shoulders, putting their drunken weight on top of him.
"Bossman, I'm just moving to a comfortable place." He couldn't hold the fond smile on his face.
"You leavin' me"
"No, I'm not."
"Yes you areee…" They slurred back, dragging the last word.
He laughed, making them more indignant.
"Stop with the tantrum you big baby, let's go sit."
He tried to drag Ranboo to the cushion but the enderman didn't budge, by this time the only thing holding them steady was Tubbo.
"If we go there we can cuddle."
He got their attention with that.
"Really?"
"Yeah"
"But walking's so hard!" They slur, a grin growing on the taller’s lips, the wine breath hitting directly at his face.
He rolls his eyes, he knows what they're doing.
"You know, you have no place to make demands now."
"But m'legs ar' tired." The enderman pounts again, whining.
He sighs.
When Ranboo really wants something from him, they will get It, Tubbo can't deny such small requests.
He looks at their pleading face a bit more before giving up, hoisting them up by the waist, minding the dress and grabbing the back of their legs, holding them bridal style.
Ranboo giggles in all their drunken grace, wrapping their arms around Tubbo’s neck and snacking their tail on his leg.
Even though the enderman is twice his size, they're not heavy at all, he can always pick Ranboo up and manhandle them whatever and whenever he wants.
And he definitely doesn't abuse this power at all.
"Happy now?"
"Cuddles" They rub their heads together, nuzzling just above Tubbo’s ears, horns propping against each other.
He chuckles.
"Yeah yeah, of course, how could I forget the cuddles."
He adjusts the grip on the taller, before walking to the stuffed seat.
They kick their legs in enjoyment like a pleased little kid.
"Ranboo, stop moving or I will drop you." He will not. But the enderman stops anyway, clinging to him more.
Tubbo flops down on the cushion, bringing Ranboo with him, they let out a surprised shriek with the sudden movement.
He laughs adjusting the enderman on his lap, getting more comfortable on the stuffed bench, leaning his back against the wall to get the balcony view.
Ranboo was sitting on their side on his lap, the skirt of the dress propped up to their knees, long legs folded, to fit the not big enough space. Head resting on top of Tubbo’s and arms loose around his shoulders.
Their tail is tapping on a rhythmic pace on the cushion.
He slides one of his hands on the taller’s calf, up and down. Again he hears the rumbling coming from their chest, he sighs.
When did they become so intimate?
They stay like that for a while, enjoying the chill air night of Snowchester and the moonlight, curled against each other’s warmth.
The stars were pretty tonight.
Tubbo has to admit that he is enjoying this, maybe it’s just the alcohol speaking.
The fluttering is back on his stomach again.
"Are you comfortable there bossman?" He croaks, only getting a hum in response.
He hums back, sliding his hand up their leg to tug the dress skirt down, the slice of the skirt not protecting much against the cold air.
"Aren't you cold?"
"Nuh"
"Are you tired?" Another hum. "You wanna go inside?"
The arms tighten around him. "Nuh, m'wanna stay with y’u."
"I'm not leaving you bossman."
"Nuh uh. Wanna stay here, your’ warm."
He smiles.
"It's going to be warmer inside."
"Don' care."
"Mmm…" He begins to move his hand on their side, up and down. "We have to go inside boo." He whispers. "It's too cold out here to stay that long."
The enderman shakes their head against his in disapproval.
"Stars, you can be so stubborn when you want."
"You put Tubbo n’stubborn"
He laughs amused. "what?"
"I don' wanna go."
"What can I do to convince you?"
There's a silence as Ranboo thinks.
They pull away, just enough to look at him determined.
"Kiss."
"Pardon?"
"I wanna kiss, we didn' kiss that time and I wan’It now." They say, grabbing his shoulders.
"Ranboo, I can't kiss you now." The words are said carefully.
"Why?" They whine.
"Boo, you're drunk." And probably high, but he will not mention that for obvious reasons.
"'m not."
"Yes, you are"
"You drank too."
"That's not the point."
"But, Bo..." They plead.
"Ranboo, no."
They deflate immediately.
"Ok… Sorry…"
He sighs.
"It's okay Boo, I-" He pauses. "Let's leave this for another time, okay?" He cups their face, sliding his thumb on their cheek, they nod, leaning into his hand.
"Let's go inside." Ranboo furrow. "C'mon, you're drunk and sleepy and so am I" They groan, throwing their head back in protest, he chuckles.
Tubbo gently pushes Ranboo legs off him getting up, stretching his limbs with a pop, the enderman yawns, rubbing one of their eyes.
They do grabby hands at him when he turns to look at them.
He smiles fondly, rolling his eyes and scooping Ranboo in his arms again, bridal style.
They walk inside the mansion, passing through the dining room, walking down the dark halls and going up the stairs to their room.
Ranboo is groggy in his arms, on the edge of sleep, mumbling disconnected words on his hair.
When they get to the bedroom, he kicks the door open, not bothering closing it, going straight to the bed to lay down the sleepy enderman.
He peels Ranboo's arms from his neck causing them to whine in disapproval, Tubbo chuckles with their lack of strength on grasping for him and goes to take off their high heels, letting it drop on the floor, the taller only mumbles something under their breath, moving on the bed.
At this point their consciousness is held only by a thread.
The ram sighs, going to Ranboo’s side of the bed again, taking their jewelry off, starting with the pearl collar and finishing with the earrings.
He takes the flower on their hair too, putting It on top of the nightstand.
He takes a minute to push the enderman’s hair out of their face, analyzing their features.
The closed eyes showing the eyeshadow and eyeliner, the makeup they put to hide the tear streaks, the way their fangs show between parted lips.
Even in their sleep their eyebrows don't seem to relax, although this is the time when they look the calmest in the day.
Stars, he doesn't want to feel like this.
His heart doesn’t seem to care about what he thinks though.
The ram takes his hand out of the enderman’s hair, instead dragging it on his own face.
He is tired. And probably drunk.
The brunette walks to his side of the bed, taking off his vest and kicking his shoes off his feet, pulling his tie off.
He flops down the king sized bed face first, feet hanging out, not minding correcting his position to lay properly.
He just wants to pass out and forget this night.
He feels the sheets moving and a hand rests on his hair. Claws gently scratching against his scalp.
He lifts his head to look at Ranboo, who is lying on their side facing him, they stare back, eyes shining in the dark.
They stretch another arm for him, a silent invite. He takes it, scooting closer to the enderman, letting them close their arms around him.
He wraps his arms around their waist, tucking his head under their chin and burying his face on their chest.
He is no stranger to waking up coddled up in the taller arms, even though he says that he hates physical contact, he cannot bring himself to deny it to the enderman.
The only other person he can get this close to is Tommy, the blond never seemed to detach from him.
He remembers how hard it was to sleep alone, after the boy left with Wilbur to Pogtopia.
When Tommy was exiled, he couldn’t sleep for days.
He remembers Ranboo being worried about his health, their shyness and reluctance making them not press on why Tubbo seemed so tired.
He thinks they might have had a crush on him back then.
He admits he might have been interested in the minutes man too.
Ranboo is purring again, curling around him, he throws a leg on top of them, getting comfortable.
Again he feels claws running through his hair, scratching the back of his head, running against his horns and rubbing his ears, he could almost purr with that, going boneless with the touch.
The enderman hums.
“Thank you…” A low mumble.
“Uhm?”
“Thank you.”
He pulls his head back from their chest, looking at them.
“F’what?”
“For dinner, th’ date, for ton’ght, for bein’ here.” They say, glowing eyes semi closed, a fond smile directed at him. “Thank you.” They close their eyes, giving up on trying to keep them open.
“Love you” It’s nothing but a whisper before they dive into deep sleep, but his heart skips a beat at that.
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you.
I love you.
He has so much he wants to say.
He wants to say that they don’t need to thank him for anything, he wants to say that they deserve so much more, he wants to say that he doesn't deserve their love, he wants to say that he is selfish, he wants to say that he loves them back, he wants to say so much, but he cannot manage to let anything out.
Instead he remains silent, the words accumulating on his throat.
He stays there, watching Ranboo breath slowly in their sleep.
His chest tightens.
He doesn’t deserve this, he doesn’t deserve them.
He remember when he tried to smother Ranboo on their sleep.
It ended up in a situation close to this.
They gripped him in their sleep, pulling him against their chest, hugging him tight and mumbling incoherent words in voidtongue.
He remembers the whispers in his ear alongside ‘warm’ and other enderman gibberish after they curled up around him.
He remembers how his heart fluttered with that, how his face was hot, how he felt bad after that.
He never tried to kill Ranboo in their sleep again.
He tried to kill Ranboo so many times, and he failed all of the attempts.
He doesn't deserve Ranboo.
He is bad.
He is broken.
What would he have done if he succeeded?
He could not be in love with the enderman, they were his friend.
And he tried to kill them.
He is a terrible person.
Maybe the things he is feeling now are his punishment.
He feels himself drifting away.
Heavy eyelids closing and dark thoughts scattering off.
.
When Technoblade came pacing down his snowy territory again, he couldn't help but feel panic rising up on his stomach.
And then he came knocking down his door looking for Tubbo.
He could feel dread when he opened the door.
But he only looked up at the piglin and swallowed down these feelings, smiling at him.
Never let them know.
"Ranboo is dead."
When he heard those words his world fell, and he fell with It.
Something broke inside him.
He couldn't hear anything.
Couldn't feel anything.
He only felt numb.
You lost somebody again.
He couldn't even bring himself to cry.
He could almost laugh at how fucked up his life was.
Everyone dies around you.
Always the grieving , never the dead.
Technoblade handed him a photo of his son and said that he was going to get him back.
He could only stare at Michael's face.
Thinking about how he would grow without a father.
If he managed to grow at all.
Technoblade was speaking.
Michael was gone.
Ranboo was dead.
And all he could think is how he never had the chance to give them a kiss.