This is kind of an AU, where Dream kills Tubbo right before Punz and everyone else arrives to help and Dream gets thrown into prison. Tommy and Tubbo also have a sentimental connection to forget-me-nots.
TommyTubbo and I had been best friends for as long as either of us could really remember. Before we'd decided to move to the Dream SMP, we lived in a small cottage with Phil and Wilbur. Techno would show up every now and then, but he never stayed very long. I remembered the cottage being in a large meadow, and the bees there usually went to the patch of forget-me-nots by the lake, so that's where we would be half the time. Tubbo had always loved bees.
When we'd moved to the SMP, Tubbo had told me that he missed our patch of forget-me-nots, so I'd gone searching that same night for some. I couldn't find any nearby, but I wasn't about to give up, so I'd asked Wilbur to come. He'd brought the flowers about a week later, but then he decided to stay, and L'manberg was formed not long after. I had planted forget-me-nots all over the new nation for Tubbo, but they'd mostly been blown up after the first war.
When Schlatt had become President of 'Manberg' and exiled me and Wilbur, Tubbo had come to Pogtopia with the idea to send each other forget-me-not petals, so we both knew that the other was alright. It was a decent idea, and it worked for about a week or so, but then he stopped sending them. I'd kept asking Wilbur or Techno to go with me to Manberg to check on Tubbo, but Wilbur was too far gone into his insanity and Techno was rarely around. I ended up going by myself, and I'd found Tubbo curled up and crying in my old home. He'd grown horns and a goat's tail since I'd last seen him, and his ears and pupils had changed to match Schlatt's. He'd explained later that day that Schlatt turned out to be his father, and that he'd been hiding for about a week out of irrational instinct. Nobody had been around to take care of his little flower garden, so all of the remaining forget-me-nots in the Dream SMP had wilted. Though, there were still a few in Pogtopia.
After L'manberg was eventually reclaimed and blown up again - this time by Wilbur, who was killed by our father afterwards - I'd helped Tubbo replant the forget-me-nots we'd retrieved from the ravene I'd called a home. We spent as much time together as possible after that, listening to music as the sun set and laying in patches of grass to stare at the clouds. It felt like we were little kids again, running around a meadow, chasing bees.
Yet, after everything we'd been through together, Tubbo had still exiled me. I couldn't blame him, though; we were both being manipulated by Dream at the time. I'd realized that a bit too far into my exile to do anything about it, but, luckily, Techno had been willing to help me. We had different goals in mind, but we still went to the SMP that day. My exile had been lifted and I was back with Tubbo again, but Techno and Dream had teamed up to permanently destroy L'manberg.
Everything had changed so fast that day, so I'd wandered off to clear my head. Tubbo had followed me, but I hadn't noticed until he lay down beside me in the middle of a clearing I'd found. The moon was in the centre of the sky when we'd finally noticed what flowers were surrounding us; forget-me-nots.
L'manberg had fallen. People's homes were destroyed, lives were nearly lost, and the overwhelming stench of betrayal hung heavy in the air. Everyone had gone their separate ways after that; I'd returned to my old home and offered Tubbo a room to stay in, but he'd already started to make a new place to live. He'd called it Snowchester and claimed that it wasn't a nation, but we both knew what was going to happen eventually. I'd given him a certain flower and wished him good luck.
Then Dream left us a note, and I saw a chance to get my discs back, once and for all.
And now I was holding my best friend's bloody corpse in my arms, crying against his cold body as Sam dragged Dream away to imprison him while everyone else was trying to tell me to let go.
They'd been too late. Tubbo was dead. I knew that there was a chance I could see him again, but I couldn't rely on it too much.
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He got a grave. People would visit it every now and then, especially Ranboo. They would tell me that I needed to let go and accept it, but I couldn't. I was going to stay by his side no matter what.
I barely ate or drank, only leaving the grave to get new flowers to lay down for him. They were never the flowers I wanted to give.
I was standing in front of the tree they'd buried him under, holding a small bouquet of cornflowers in my hand. It had started to rain while I was walking back, and the flowers had been ruined. The others that I'd layed out for him were protected, sheltered from the rain by the leaves and branches above them. It shouldn't have mattered so much to me, but it did.
Instead of throwing the soggy cornflowers onto the ground in a stupid fit of anger, I lay them down gently with the others. I would've cried if I had any tears left to spare.
It was cold. So cold.
I felt a familiar presence behind me and assumed someone else wanted to visit the grave, but I couldn't bring myself to move. They walked slowly and barely even made a sound. Their light footsteps made their way around me and into my line of sight. In that moment, I couldn't breathe.
He was standing in front of me with a little bouquet of forget-me-nots in his pale grey hand, a small and sad smile on his face. I wanted to hug him and never let go, but my body was frozen. I watched as he turned to face the grave and planted the blue bundle of flowers into the ground, not turning back around to face me once he was done.
I blinked once, and he was gone. Tears pricked at my eyes and blurred my vision, surprising me as they raced down my cheeks. I'd been convinced they'd ran dry.
I looked down at the grave to confirm if what I'd seen was real or not.
Four blue forget-me-nots poked out from the dirt, and a small bee was resting on one of them. I hadn't noticed it before; too lost in my own thoughts. I felt a small smile make its way onto my face as I watched the bee fly away - the rain had stopped at some point and the sun was now shining, making the entire area seemingly shimmer under the warmth. It was nice.
My gaze returned to the flowers, and the tiny smile on my face only grew wider.
I will never forget you, Tubbo.
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Tommy & Tubbo || Platonic Oneshots
Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED - WRITER NO LONGER ACTIVE] This is just a book of Tommy and Tubbo oneshots, as the title says, and I have put content warnings at the beginnings of any chapters I think need them :) Also, this book is discontinued/completed and I no lo...