💚⬛ₛₜₒᵣᵢₑₛ fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ Cᵣₒw Fₐₘᵢₗy⬜❤ (Beeduo + Grampa Schlatt oneshots)

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The house stood empty. It was nothing but a dark void as the blanketed creature sat at his desk, the only light being that of a candles flame. His only warmth as his quill flicked across the papers, leaving elegant caligraphy as he wrote. Eyes peering through his hair at the words on the page. Heavy blankets of snow slammed into the window, stray snowflakes slipping through into the room, the howls of the wild hunt calling out to the writing boy. His head turned to the shuddering glass, eyes narrowing as he watched the tall spruce trees sway violently in the blizzard; a frown gracing his lips as he worried for his family, who hadn't returned yet.

"With furrowed brows, I listened to the spiders plea. 'Tonight, dear friend. Sleep with your darling under that tree.'" A soft smile, only to frown once again as smoke rose in place of the flames. Standing, he walked down to the kitchen as he was in need of tea. The floors creaked faintly as he stepped, muffled by the thick blue carpet; soon replaced with tiles as cold as the deepest sea. Shivers crawled up his spine as he tightened his grip on the blanket around his shoulders, tail fluffing up like an angry cat.

Replacing the water in the kettle the poet turned on the hob and looked for the loose tea-leaves. The dark-oak cabinets groaned as he opened them, as if they hadn't been used in years. He shot his arm in, reaching for a specific jar that held his favourite blend; herbal mango and hibiscus. A smile graced his lips before the kettle began to whistle; the poet grabbing the jar and soon the kettle and placing them on the counter tops. A small spider, easily killed, ran across his hand. A quick shake then a stomp.

As the poet brewed his tea he looked to the window, seeing an all to familiar mask behind his reflection. He blinked once and the mask was gone, turning he made sure he was alone before walking back to his room with his tea. Ears twitch at the faintest noise. Upon reaching his room the boy returned to his seat, replacing the candle which had become nothing more than a worthless disk, lighting a match, then lighting the thin wick of the candle. A sigh escaping his lips. He picked up his quill and began to write again. Muttering each word he wrote down softly, he yawned.

The blizzard had settled slightly, the howling of the wild hunt and the shudders of the window panes lessened. They still hadn't returned. Had he been abandoned? Had they left him? Eyes falling onto the wax disk he let his insecurities creep in, like a parasite to ones brain; he reached toward the round object and carefully picked it up, standing up again he threw the wax down onto the floor with an angry yet sad shout. He was truly useless, like that stupid wax disk. Useless, pathetic... tears threatened to spill, but they didn't.

Sitting back down the boy readjusted the makeshift cloak on his shoulders, determined to finish this stupid poem. His hand cramped after the fourth chunk was finished, a hiss of pain escaping his lips. Ears flattening slightly as his eyes narrowed, glaring daggers of hate to his own hand. He stood up once again, walking outside. The cold embraced him excitedly, howling winds breathing by his ears, snow pulling away his blanket as he walked. It took him half an hour before he gave up, almost collapsing into the ground in frustration. The parasite saw him as a worthy host and the negative temperatures only amplified its infectious abilities.

In rage, pure depression and desperation he yelled out to the maddening plains of ice and snow with arms thrown open, practically singing in a sad yet beautiful melody "SO GO ON, YOU MONSTERS. COME ALL AND SEE MY APATHY. MY BLOOD IS ISOLATION AND THAT PLASTIC WAS WORTH MORE THAN ME. GAZE UPON THIS MADNESS, THE PARASITE INSIDE OF ME. HOW COULD I EVER THINK THAT ANyBody loves me..." Tears spilled out as he collapsed to the ground, arms falling to his sides as he stared at the white nothingness infront of him, shivering, teeth chattering slightly..
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Something warm, soft. It touched the poets face. Tubbo looked to his left, seeing a creeper. He stared into its gentle eyes... he started crying again as he pet the peculiar monster. Feeling the creature nuzzle him before helping him stand up, the faun began to follow it, seeing how it was trying to lead him home... as his hooves stepped carefully behind the silent mob, the faun wiped away his tears, fingers numb due to the cold. He faltered every now and then, it becoming more often the more they walked, so the creeper let the faun lean on it.

As the house barely came into view Tubbo had a very small smile. The parasite of insecurity deep in his mind. Once they neared the doors the creeper nodded before beginning to scuttle off. "Thank... thank you." His soft voice called out to the creature. Turning the faun entered the building, the cold still clinging on to him as he climbed up to his room one last time. Again he sat at his desk, hands reaching out for his now (somehow) lukewarm tea, drinking the sweet liquid quickly before he began writing the final section.

And not a person in the world could see, nor any creature that is so free. The love that I hold for my beloved so sweet, as he sleeps gently under the tree.
In his coffin, there under the tree.

Placing the quill into its holder Tubbo extinguished the small flame. Moving over to his bed, the faun climbed in, burrowing into the warm covers.

"We're home!" Ranboo yelled out, receiving no reply. "Tubbo? Love are you here?" He called, again there was no response. Schlatt took the sleeping piglin from his father and carried him to his room while Ranboo walked to his own. Opening the door he heard the soft snores of his darling husband. A wave of relief washed over him. Noticing some paper on their desk the enderman quietly walked over, picking up the pale sheet before reading what had been written upon it.

Eyes widening, the tall one read and re-read the poem in awe. Tearing his eyes off the page he looked toward the sleeping faun, a gentle and love-filled smile painting onto his lips. Ranboo quickly walked into the bathroom linked to their room, changing into pyjamas before he climbed into the otherside of the bed, wrapping his arms and tail around his beloved. Unaware that the faun had woken up Ranboo started to shower him with praise and compliments, causing the smaller to silently cry as he hugged his darling husband.

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C!Tubbo angst because I watched the newest Helluva Boss and want to cry. This isn't my greatest work but I wanted to work more on solo character stuff and... mood(?) writing. I hope I did well!!

Also I know that there's barely any beeduo apart from the tiniest little bit at the end, so I promise I'll make the fluffiest, sweetest beeduo oneshot next!

See ya! M.M.