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Tubbo has made mistakes, hell, everyone has. But, all of his mistakes could never add up to the biggest one he'd ever made. The one that made him lose what was most important to him in the entire world. Tubbo seemed to realize that, the moment he knew he'd just lost his husband.
Ranboo stood in the doorway to the living room that connected into the hallway. Inside the living room, there were bags against the walls. The room was dark, the only light being cast by the roaring fireplace, Ranboo never took their eyes off it, even when Tubbo approached him from the hallway. He held a sleeping Michael in his arms.
"Ranboo, please," Tubbo spoke gently.
"You know, I saved every letter you wrote me," Ranboo spoke carefully, his voice gentle, but his tone sharp. His eyes watched as the fire cracked and popped against the wood.
" From the moment I read them, I knew you were mine. You said we'd be fine, Tubbo. I thought you were mine," Ranboo continued, and Tubbo didn't know if he should speak, he felt scared to.
" Do you know what Philza said? When we saw your first letter arrive?" Ranboo finally turned to look at him, and Tubbo shook his head no. "He said, ' Be careful with that one, son. He will do what it takes to survive.' I knew you'd betrayed Tommy once before. I never thought you'd make that mistake again."
Tubbo flinched at the mention of Tommy.
"Blue guilty eyes and little white lies," Tommy spoke as he looked out at the sunset. They were on a hill, Tubbo behind Tommy, currently trying to beg for forgiveness. "I played dumb, but I always knew. That you talked to them, maybe did even worse. I kept quiet. Thinking I could trust you."
" Ain't this funny? How you ran to them, the second things went to shit? And ain't it funny? How you said we were just friends, but friends don't do what we did," Tommy glared back at Tubbo, challenging him to speak.
"You spoke to them, while we were together. Loved you at your worst, but that doesn't matter. It took you two weeks, to find a replacement, guess I didn't grieve. But you're still the traitor," Tommy spat, and Tubbo took a step back as if he'd been struck.
" You sent out those letters, he wrote us," Ranboo's voice brought him back to the present. " You told the whole server how we brought him into our home." Tommy was seen as the traitor, but Ranboo and Tubbo hid him away. Until Tubbo fucked it up.
"Now you come around, just to shut me down and show him off like a new trophy," Tommy's voice rang through Tubbo's head like warning bells . "I knew if you were true, there's no damn way that you'd move on that quickly. Ain't it funny." Neither of them found this funny.
"All the twisted shit, and the questions you would avoid? Ain't this funny?" Tommy laughed dryly, looking out at the sunset again, the wind blowing through them both.
"Remember we brought them up? You told us we were paranoid!" Tommy glared at Tubbo again, and a deeper voice caught him off guard.
"You are paranoid in every paragraph, 'bout how they'd perceive you," Ranboo's voice raised, but they tried to level it so they didn't wake Michael. But, they'd already caught the attention of someone else in the house. "It's always been about y ou."
Ranboo moved, setting Michael down on the couch. Michael curled up, mumbling in his peaceful slumber as Ranboo picked up a stack of letters tied together, Tubbo stepped closer.
"Boo, what're you-"
"I'm erasing us both from your narrative. Let everyone else here wonder, how your husband reacted when you broke his heart. You've torn us all apart, and you're going to watch it burn ," Ranboo glared at him, anger in their eyes like Tubbo had never seen(it reminded him of Tommy's anger), as he tossed the stack of papers into the fireplace.
"NO!" Tubbo shouted, going to run over to the flames as Ranboo stepped back, it was too late, they'd burned. Tubbo looked back at Ranboo, gasping when he saw Tommy standing next to them.
" You talk to them when you got together. We loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter," Tommy spoke. Both of them hovering over Tubbo. Tubbo just wanted to disappear.
Ranboo threw another stack of letters before Tubbo could process, "Watch this all burn," Ranboo said gently, but Tommy's voice overpowered theirs.
"Ranboo! Please!"
" God I wish that you'd thought this through before we went and fell in love with you!" Tommy's voice broke as he took a step back, Tubbo flinched at the raised tone, glancing at Michael, who still slept peacefully.
" When you're sleeping in the bed you made, don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed us!" Tommy glared at him as he slipped on his jacket.
" You forfeit all rights to our hearts. You forfeit my place in our bed. We're sleeping at my place instead."
" Because you're still a traitor!"
"You'll have all of these memories, of when you were ours," Ranboo's voice's volume never matched Tommy's but the pain in their voice did. In both voices, broke and stabbed through Tubbo's heart. How could he have done this?
"We hope that you," Ranboo and Tommy glanced at each other as Ranboo wrapped Michael up in a blanket to prepare for the harsh cold weather outside. "Burn." They spoke at the same time before Tommy picked up the remainder of their bags and they both walked out the door without bothering to glance at Tubbo again, and the door slammed harshly behind them. Reminding Tubbo he'd just lost everything.
Tubbo sobbed, not because his husband had just burned the proof of their relationship, or because Tommy took Ranboo's side. No, Tubbo sobbed because he'd just lost everything. His husband, his best friend, his son. They were never coming back, and Tubbo could never fix it.
So he cried. He cried as he stood and looked out of the window, to see the three that meant the most to him leave, and disappear into the blizzard of the night. His bed would be cold, his mansion would be empty, and his heart has a void that he caused to be there. All because of some silly, stupid, mistake.