Beeduo Oneshots (Taking Requests)

The Past Etched Upon Our Skins

Was planning to update monthly, but free time is quite rare these days.

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The fire cast an orange glow as it burned the crackling wood below it. Tubbo watched the flames dance as he reached his hand out to feel its warmth. The burns on his arm and fingers are reminders of a distant chapter of his life that come back to haunt him in his sleep. 

Slowly retracting his reach he heaved a sigh and slowly stood up, the socks on his feet collided with the cold wooden floor as he began to walk towards the entrance door of the mansion. A lone coat and boots were hung and placed neatly on the right side while two umbrellas remain closed and tucked inside a basket.

'Ranboo forgot his umbrella...' The rain continued to splatter outside, droplets adorning the windows only to fall as it builds up. A speedy figure's silhouette blurred by the rain soon made its way up the doorsteps. 

The sound of the key being used to open the door told Tubbo that the person he was waiting for has arrived. When the door swung open, Ranboo's tall figure quickly shuffled inside not letting any more of the rain attack him. The door closed with a click as he locked it again and turned around to see Tubbo standing in front of him, he was quite surprised and smiled as he greeted him. "Were you waiting for me?" He smiled at the thought and watched Tubbo's expression while removing his suit. "I wasn't..."

The smaller man slightly looked away, he really wasn't or maybe he was, he doesn't know." Ranboo chuckled as he removed his footwear and placed a kiss on Tubbo's forehead. His husband raised his head to look at him in the eyes, beautiful grey eyes that change depending on how the light hits them. 

Tubbo watched Ranboo turn around and make his way upstairs, his suit was folded and hanging on his arm as his other hand held the socks and briefcase he carried for work. His undershirt clung to his skin and droplets fell from his hair, he didn't seem to be in a lot of pain, but it must be bothering him. Tubbo slowly followed behind his husband.

The bathroom was fairly big despite being just the two of them, Foolish was quite generous and had a lot of vision in the grand scheme of things. When Tubbo reached the front of the bathroom, he wasn't sure if he would offer help or just let his husband be. Maybe sit and wait for him outside? Make him a warm drink? Tubbo stared at the wooden door thinking of any other ideas that can help Ranboo. 

Tubbo wasn't really the most affectionate of the two, so in times like these maybe he should wait? Tubbo can hear the other person from behind the door and took a deep breath before gently knocking, the sound of the action echoing in the hallway. Raising his hand again to knock, a voice telling him to come in prompted him to open the door. Once inside, he took another deep breath and made his way towards Ranboo whose back was exposed. 

He was already wearing long pajamas and was in the process of wiping his arms, "Do you need any help?" Ranboo shyly looked behind him and met Tubbo's gaze "Yes, the burn is actually a bit worse than I thought. I guess I wasn't fast enough." He scratched his cheek in embarrassment. Now that Tubbo noticed, the steam from while cleared and it revealed a few burns on Ranboo's back.

Tubbo forgot the awkward feeling from before and made his way to one of the drawers near the sink and looked for the ointment. Once he found it he made his way to Ranboo and pulled his own sleeves back, revealing his own burns. Opening the lid, he started to spread the ointment unto the burns of his husband. 

Ranboo made a low grunt as he felt the sudden pressure, but he took a deep breath and remained quiet. The mirror from afar reflected the two figure's reflection, their past burn marks can be seen, forever etched upon their skin never to be healed nor recovered. Ranboo cast his gaze upon the mirror looking at Tubbo's face then his arms, his thin arms were covered from burns of the past. He slowly looked at himself, burned just like him. Seeing Tubbo care for his minor burns made him if Tubbo had someone who took care of his burns as he is doing now.

But knowing how Tubbo became after his execution, Ranboo can't help but imagine how Tubbo must have suffered alone from the pain. Living and taking care of himself all alone with no one to help or ease the pain.

"When you leave your umbrella.." Tubbo quietly spoke, Ranboo looked at him through the mirror. "When you leave your umbrella, just call me and I'll come to pick you up." "Wouldn't that bother you?" Ranboo was about to turn to look at Tubbo but was forced to continue sitting obediently when Tubbo made him turn around. "It won't" Tubbo held a small smile and chuckled as he took bandages from the drawer and patched Ranboo up. 

When the two excited from the bathroom, the two made their way downstairs Tubbo was happily smiling beside him as they drove it towards the kitchen. "What do you want to eat?" Ranboo asked as he took his apron. "Pizza" Tubbo sat on one of the bar stools, serving himself some coffee. "Pizza, for dinner?" Ranboo looked at the more petite man who was enjoying his drink. "Pizza for dinner." Ranboo sighed but held a smile as he started to prepare their meal.