Beeduo Oneshots (Taking Requests)

Even in Death, I Love You

It was just another day in Snowchester when a man Tubbo didn't expect to come visit him. Technoblade who once executed him and destroyed the country he loved came to his doorstep. The man held a worried look and the blood on his dress shirt made it seem he had just been in a battle. Technoblade opened his mouth and delivered the news that seemed to trick Tubbo into letting his guard down. He remained vigilant even though the news rendered him speechless.

Technoblade continued to talk and ask questions as he handed a photo of Michael. Tubbo who had been stiffly moved and led Technoblade to Michael's room explaining how Michael was just Ranboo's son hiding the fact that he was their son. But instead of an excited Michael calling out dad, scattered drawings and an empty room greeted him. This made Tubbo anxious but he couldn't let himself falter in front of Technoblade, the two made their way downstairs where they found a note. The two joked about an alliance forming between them and bonding over the tragedy that had befallen them but quickly said their goodbyes and went separate ways.

When Tubbo re-read the note, a sense of dread and chill crept its way into him making him shiver. He looked around the empty mansion where everything seemed to suddenly lose its color. The warmth of the mansion that he made this morning disappeared. Tubbo stared at the huge family portrait in the living room as he held a picture of Michael. Dried blood had seeped into the photograph staining the left side corner, Tubbo grazed his fingers softly over the photo.

What was he supposed to feel at this moment? Tubbo looked around seemingly lost and confused about the situation. His feelings were a mess and his thoughts kept blocking one another hindering Tubbo's sense of thought. He can't help but call out and look for his family "Ranboo!..Michael!" Tubbo walked around the house, his voice echoing throughout the empty mansion devoid of life and only him. Every call he made, his chest tightened and he had trouble breathing. "Michael.." he felt his eyes tear up but he breathed in and stopped himself from breaking down, he needs to find Michael.

Finding a goal, Tubbo tried to compose himself and walked towards the grand stairs his foot stepped on the carpet on the steps. As long as he finds Michael everything would be alright Tubbo thought as he started to devise a plan and walked up the steps. The wooden entrance door behind him creaked and the air outside made the already cold mansion feel the chillier.

A man who wore his husband's face and body held the door handle, he held a smile and looked as if he has been the happiest he's ever been, a cruel joke that seemed to be made just for him. The man had a slash on his chest his suit stained with blood that escaped from the wound but never dripped on the ground."Tubbo!" The stranger approached Tubbo with a skip in his step.

Tubbo looked at the man and held the banister tightly before looking away and rushing up the steps wanting to get away from this creature. The figure floated beside him, his face smiling at Tubbo. "Oh Tubbo, I'm so glad to see you, It's been a while, hasn't it. Aren't you glad I'm dead?" The ghost of his husband held an unnerving smile and stared at him, Tubbo bit his lip and tried pushing Ghostboo away. But no matter his efforts the ghost of his husband stuck to him and mocked himself "Man, I'm glad I'm dead. I must have been so annoying the whole time. Imagine spending time with someone who forgets the simplest of things, I'm so useless hahaha.." As Ghostboo laughed he didn't notice the anger rising from Tubbo who had stopped his steps and held the banister tightly.

"Shut up, even if he was forgetful and caused problems that troubled the both of us, you don't have the right to berate him.

I love him the way he is and that will never change, so please leave me alone and get away from me."

Tubbo spoke and softly pushed Ghostboo away from him and entered Michael's bedroom to sit on the chair that he and his husband frequently sat together with their son. The room remained untouched and their son had already been taken a long time ago, the toys on the floor were scattered together with the drawings Michael drew.

Tubbo brought out the picture in his pocket and held it tight looking at the picture, his body finally crushing under the weight of grief after his continued denial. He felt himself collapse from the chair and cried on the ground where his tears stained the floor. His sobs can be heard from outside the room but none of the ones he's crying for would return. Why does everything he loves disappear? He can't help but question himself as he continued to wallow in his tears not noticing the door that opened behind him.

A figure made its way to his side and stared at him. Tubbo whose eyes were covered in tears saw his husband's face and tried to push him away before standing up. "Please just go away.." Tubbo tries to step back and cover his face but his husband held his wrist and tried to pull him. He struggled and tried to escape by pushing him away, "Please just leave me alone" Tubbo pleaded as he tries to escape but he was ultimately pulled into his husband's cold arms and was tightly hugged. His cold hands tightly wrapped around the smaller man who continued to struggle and pushes him away.

"I don't want to see you cry," Ghostboo whispered and repeated into Tubbo who cried in his arms. The two stood in the center of the room before he slowly led the man to sit on the bed and bent down to stare at Tubbo whose tears continued to fall. Ghostboo wiped it away but it remained falling he continued to stare at Tubbo. "Please, just leave me alone.." his husband whispered to him and met his eyes. Ghostboo looked into Tubbo's red eyes and wore a small smile before slowly walking away from his husband, looking back at him when he opened and slowly closed the door with a click.

Tubbo continued to cry and slowly felt his consciousness disappear. Some time passed before Ghostboo returned and looked at his husband who had fallen asleep after crying. He gently touched the corner of the man's eyes and wiped the tears before placing the pink tulips he gathered on the bedside table. "How useless, you even made Tubbo cry. What a problem you are even in death" Ghostboo whispered to himself as he gently positioned Tubbo to lie down on the bed and tucked him under the covers before sitting at the other side of the bed and waiting for his husband to wake up.

When Tubbo woke up, he felt his hand was held by another and he looked at Ghostboo who was looking at the family portrait in the room. The ghost of his husband held his hand tightly.