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1 year ago
Sometimes Home Is A Person

Sometimes home is a person

5k • gen • sheith

Five times Shiro and Keith stayed home sick to care for each other, and the time they skipped work just because.

Sniffle fic, caretaking, fluffy soft married sheith. 💟

[Read the fic on AO3]


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2 years ago

I'll Be Here Till the End of the World if I Have To (As Long as You Don't Leave First) - Crimeboys Oneshot

DREAM SMP SPOILERS [L'manberg, Pogtopia v Manberg]

Tommy hated to admit it, but the truth of it was that they were slowly failing . Failing this revolution, this war. Wilbur had been stubborn for as long as he could remember, and to be honest, he might’ve taken after the brunette, but the masked bitch was also stubborn so they hadn’t ended up going anywhere. 

Wilbur, one day, had run off from the group, the one to notice this being Tommy, so he made an excuse to leave and practically bolted once he let Tubs know. 

His pace slowed down as he could see the familiar slouched down figure. Wilbur was leaning against a tree, breathing. He slowly opened his eyes to find Tommy there, and it seemed the older couldn’t find it in himself to be surprised.

“..Wil..? What’s wrong?” Tommy spoke as he walked over, taking Wilbur’s hands into his and gently kneading at it. Wilbur seemed to hesitate before he sighed and seemed to give up. “Was it really worth it? For this nation. There isn’t much left we can do to win.” 

Tommy could tell his brother’s resolve was ripping at the seams, so Tommy took it into his own hands and slowly put it back together again. After all, Wilbur always had his off moments, and sometimes grown ups needed help. He never did let the mask down around the others. Tommy didn’t think he’d ever understand why Wil wanted to pretend when they’d all be happy with him just acting as himself, but it might’ve just been something that helped Wilbur gain his confidence. After all, that conversation was for another day. 

“You don’t have to do it all alone Wil, I’m right here. It was worth it every step of the way. Let me take control over this one alright?” Tommy might’ve been young but he wasn’t stupid. He had a few ideas himself.

Wilbur looked a little skeptical but nodded. He squeezed Tommy’s hand, sucking in a deep breath before standing up straight. “Let’s head back now, shall we?” 

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Tommy could hardly keep the excitement off of him when Eret gathered everyone and had said that they were grinding materials for us to win. It might’ve been a little odd that they hadn’t said anything before, plus it’d have been easier if they had someone to help them grind, but it seemed like everyone else was just as surprised as he was.

Of course, maybe Eret was just a little shy over it so they proposed it all at once, in which case he wasn’t complaining. Maybe they’d have a chance.

So Eret had led us underground into a blackstone room of chests with our names. Tommy grinned as he saw a button in the center, completely ignoring his chest in favor of button pressing. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Wilbur looking down at his chest, and for a second he looked even confused, but of course Tommy hadn’t noticed, as he had pressed the button.

The button seemed to do something as machinery seemed to whir to life. The walls opened, and in came our enemy. Tommy froze, before the sounds of his teammates' panicked yells got through to him, and then he was cut through.

Eret betrayed us, but Tommy was the one to press the button. Was it really his fault if he didn’t know? But it was his own unrestrained curiosity that led to this.

When they all respawned, out of it and lost, he could already see Wilbur’s gears turning. There was a sort of shock and anger that radiated off of him, so Tommy put a hand on his shoulder, whispering. “It isn’t over just yet. We still can do something.”

Maybe Wilbur shouldn’t have put all his hopes on a teenager, but what else could he do? 

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As Tommy sat on the edge of his bed and sucking in a breath, he knew he fucked up. Okay maybe he shouldn’t have had challenged the green fucker to a duel, but Wilbur was going to surrender! He couldn’t let that happen. He’d fight tooth and nail for this country if he had to, and he knew that feeling persisted despite just watching two lives tick to one.

..He couldn’t let this fail. Not after everything. He knew Wilbur was going to give up sooner or later, and he might’ve just unintentionally sped up that process. So as he looked through his things, he knew he’d have to make a sacrifice, even if he’d already given two of his own lives.

With his discs in hand, he left to seek out Dream one last time.

Tommy wanted to feel relief, but he just felt so tired. It was like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, and logically he knew that it wasn’t, but he supposed this whole war had much more of an impact than he had thought.

At least, bearing great news did he show a grin, confessing to the others that he had been able to get them independence.

He’d miss the discs, but this was what he wanted. Independence. He wasn’t sure if he wanted it for himself or if it was just for Wilbur. Maybe it had been both, he wasn’t sure anymore.

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“I just don’t understand it.” Wilbur started, pacing in a circle with a hard look in his eyes. “They won’t listen to us, after everything. Tell me, Tommy, how do we gain respect?”

He thought hard on this question. If it were him.. He’d think.. “If people could choose who they want in charge.” Wilbur’s eyes snapped to him and he nearly flinched, quickly continuing his sentence before Wilbur could interrupt.

“I mean, no one wants an illegitimate leader. We could.. Make them vote in an election. If we give them a choice then they’ll listen to you then because you would’ve been the person the citizens would’ve chosen.”

After a moment Wilbur’s eyes seemed to soften, nodding along with that. “That makes sense.”

There were stakes now. He knew that. Not that there weren’t stakes before with the war, but Wilbur could potentially lose, with Big Q and Schlatt running. He could lose all his progress. Everything he worked towards.

The country wasn’t going to burst into flames or some shit, of course not, but he knew his brother wanted to be the leader, the president. So Tommy stayed by Wilbur’s side, waiting for the stressful day where they’d see who won with held breath. 

He couldn’t do much in this situation but provide reassurances that might go to waste. He’d like to think that everyone would vote for them after everything, but he also knew that some might not. They had even failed negotiations with Quackity after all. 

They lost. By one percent. 

The two of them ran, breathing in the air that suddenly they seemed to almost lack in. They ran from the country that thought exiling them would be a good idea.

He knew Wilbur was going to do something. Wilbur wasn’t one to just stand by, after all.

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Wilbur’s words rang in his head as he stood, frozen, breath hitched. Not even the withers and his friends (..?) screams could get to him. 

“Let’s be the bad guys.” How far had he gone before Tommy noticed?

“You’re never going to be president, Tommy.” But that wasn’t what he wanted to begin with.

“It was never meant to be.” It was always meant to be, but Wilbur had been the one to change that.

He was too late he thought distantly as he watched as his father killed Wilbur, stabbing him in the chest. He watched as they sank onto their knees, and as blood quickly gathered, staining the fabric. He watched as the one thing he gave all to crumbled, watched as his world fell.

He gave two of his lives for L’manberg, he even sacrificed his discs, but that wasn’t the point.

It was practically Wilbur who he sacrificed those things for. Who he gave his everything for.

Wilbur was his everything, and Wilbur was the one who seemed to selfishly throw that all away.

All Tommy wanted was him, but Wilbur couldn’t seem to understand the only thing he’d ever ask of the older.

It had been for nothing, after all.

He couldn’t even be mad, couldn’t even cry. He just felt so fucking tired. Maybe he was tired of Wilbur, who knew. Wilbur who at the push of a button, destroyed it all. Wilbur who couldn’t even bear to look at the destruction he had caused begged the neglectful father that started this whole thing, that started the two of them to leave and go off on their own to end him. 

Even if they only had each other, for that one moment, maybe Wilbur forgot that Tommy wasn’t an adult. That he was just a kid, and so he left him here in the land of the living.

He knew that he was truly alone at that moment. He would never forget this, and maybe, by some miracle that Wilbur came to life, he would not feel the same. He would not do the same. He had been freed from the chains that bound him, and would rather die forever then do it all over again.

Tommy had given Wilbur his everything and Wilbur threw it all away. Tommy no longer had anything left to give.

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(You told me to buy a pony, but all I wanted was you.)

Prompt: Five times Character A saves Character B plus one Character A arrives too late.


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