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Saturday mornings are Ranboo’s favourite part of his week, the main reason being the warm body nuzzled up against his chest. It’s not often that Ranboo gets the opportunity to sleep in and lay lazily in bed with his husband due to his other family’s vocations. But when the weekend rolls around, he gets the fluffy moobloom hybrid all to himself and he cherishes every little moment. Tubbo in the mornings is a blessed sight, although the boy would negatively describe himself as looking like a ‘state’, Ranboo is always quick to disagree; the sunlight always hit his face just right, making his soft skin glow and lighting up his delicate features. His naturally fluffier hair, almost wool-like, acted like a halo framing his peaceful expression as if he were a sleeping angel. It’s a picture-perfect view he holds dearly to himself in the privacy of his heart.
Ranboo is the first to wake, to his pleasure, his eyes lazily falling open as the morning sun streamed through their curtainless windows and warmed his face. He hears a tiny sigh from the boy in front of him and can’t help but smile. It’s always a wonderful feeling to wake up with Tubbo bundled in his arms, nose buried in his fluffy hair; breathing in the lingering sweet scent of his honey-based shampoo. When they’re tangled together like this, it feels almost as if they are the only ones in the whole world. Ranboo doesn’t have to worry about his decaying memory, the voices in his head, the threat of the syndicate, anything. His mind floats, peacefully content with only tender thoughts about the boy in his arms.
There’s a numb tingling sensation building in his arm and fingers as the weight of Tubbo’s body blocks off his circulation, but he doesn’t mind. Their bodies line back-to-chest as naturally as two puzzle pieces, Ranboo’s longer lanky limbs encasing Tubbo like a second blanket. He pulls Tubbo closer to him, if that were even possible. He’s stupidly in love with this boy and stupidly possessive of their relationship; if he could bottle it away in a jar and clutch on to it forever for safekeeping, he would.
This family they created together; he loves them with the entirety of his being. Ranboo shifts his hand and gently presses his palm flat against Tubbo’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat resound through his body. It’s almost relaxing enough to send him drifting back to sleep but Tubbo suddenly groans and rolls around in his arms to face him, sleepily smacking his lips and sluggishly opening an eye, silently asking for a kiss. Ranboo, of course, can’t deny him and leans downward to align their faces, their breath mingled in the fraction of an inch between them. His eyes slip shut as their lips softly meshed together. They fall into an easy slow rhythm, pushing and pulling gently against each other, catching, holding, colliding in ways that send warm shivers to Ranboo’s core.
Tubbo hums into the kiss, pleased. His hand sliding into Ranboo’s hair to tenderly run his fingers through the long soft strands. They pulled apart after what felt like years. Breath mixing together as they stared into each other’s eyes, Ranboo hesitantly looks away first, feeling his enderman side grow slightly agitated.
“☌⍜⍜⎅ ⋔⍜⍀⋏⟟⋏☌” [Good morning] he whispers, hand running along Tubbo’s spine and burying his face into the nape of his neck. It’s too early to be speaking English so his brain automatically defaults back to his first language. But Tubbo never seems to mind.
Tubbo smiles lazily and continued twirling the dual coloured hair between his fingers. “Morning,” he hummed, voice groggy with sleep, “how long have you been up?”
“⋏⍜⏁ ⌰⍜⋏☌” [Not long] Ranboo softly trilled into the crook of his neck, voice vibrating against Tubbo’s skin and making him giggle, ticklish. The taller boy chuckling fondly as the moobloom squirmed in his hold before evilly blowing a raspberry into his sensitive nape. Tubbo squealing loudly in response, gently shoving at his face, trying to push him away. Ranboo tightens his hold in protest.
“You’re an evil, evil, man,” Tubbo pouts at him exaggeratedly, still slightly breathless from laughter. His blue eyes sparkling playfully. Ranboo gently smiles, muttering out an apology into Tubbo’s hair, placing a quick peck on his forehead. The smaller boy groans and rolls onto his back, stomach notifying them of his hunger with a soft grumble.
“Booooo, I’m hungryyy.” He whines, looking up at Ranboo with big, pleading blue eyes.
Ranboo sighs, resigning himself to making breakfast, “What do you want to eat?” He asks, the first English he’s spoken since he woke up, his vowels and consonants stumbling over each other into a heavy morning accent. He reaches a hand over to gently push the fringe off of Tubbo’s forehead, the hair starting to reach his eyes. He's gonna need to give him another haircut soon; Tubbo being a moobloom in a winter environment always meant that his hair grew faster than typical.
Tubbo grins widely, happy to have gotten his way, “Pancakes please.”
“Mm, okay, better make extra for Michael then,” Ranboo forces himself to sit up, the cool temperature of Snowchester sending shivers down his bare chest as the blankets pool in his lap, he quickly grabs a plain shirt and proper pants to throw on. Tubbo watching amusedly from his place swamped in the thick sheets and pillows.
“Love you!” He calls cheekily as Ranboo shuffles out of the room.
“Yeah, yeah,” Ranboo responds sardonically, but still grins despite his complaints.