Tommyinnit Oneshots

Passionate Fire

The two were sitting on the dock. They had their feet in the water. The brunette was tossing bread into the lake to watch the fish eat the bread. He would giggle each time a fish would swim to the surface. The blonde was looking out at the fading sun that casts dull colors across the lake's edge. The water near them was a dark blue with choppy waves, while the horizon had blood-red water with orange edges like the fruit with a clear surface. The blonde made a connection to lava. He wondered if he would feel warmth if he swam in lava. Would he be able to die in peace?

        "You're my best friend," The blonde said suddenly. The brunette looked up withdrawn together eyebrows. The blonde gave a low sigh. He pulled off one of the gloves that he never took off. The brunette's eyes widened in joy as he realized that his best friend was trusting him enough to feel comfortable to take his gloves off. The brunette's face fell when he saw the reason why the gloves were on in the first place. The hand was deathly white, colored veins and arteries showing through the skin like crayons on paper. Actual ice coated the hand in a tight mold, and the blonde looked like he was trying to move his fingers. His entire hand was frozen in place. "I'm going to die soon."

        "What?" The brunette whisper shouted in shock. He came to his knees, his loaf of bread falling into the water with a splash that covered the boys in droplets of water. The water that landed on the blonde turned into flecks of ice. The brunette grabbed his friend's hand with both of his, and he whimpered at the pain that tingles in his hand nerves. The blonde took his hand away from the brunette, letting it fall into his lap. The brunette knew tears were filling his eyes as he grasped the words that his friend said. While he wasn't completely sure what 'death' was, he knew that it meant he would never be able to see his friend again. They wouldn't be able to talk or laugh together as they did now. They couldn't share ice cream in the park. They wouldn't be able to make a huge fuss to frustrate Techno. They wouldn't be able to play with Ranboo, Purpled, and Hannah. They wouldn't be able to listen to the blonde's discs while dancing around the house.

        "I wanted to spend my last moments with you cause you're my Tubbo. Stay with me, okay?" The blonde said with a half-smile on his face. Tubbo could feel himself shaking, but he nodded his head despite his trembling lips. Tubbo leaned against the blonde's shoulder. Despite the thick jacket that the blonde usually wore, Tubbo felt like he was lying against a glacier. "If I had to say, I think I was the closest thing to being warm when I was with you."

        Tubbo didn't get a chance to ask what he meant when the blonde fell backward onto the dock. Tubbo heard someone screaming, but he wasn't sure who it was. All he knew was that the blonde's heart wasn't beating. It was as frozen as the boy's hands. Tubbo felt tears race down the sides of his cheeks as he tried to figure out what to do. He wasn't prepared for someone dying right next to him. Tubbo didn't know how to restart a heart. All he could do was hope that the person screaming would go fetch an adult.

        Thankfully, someone heard the screaming (or maybe, Tubbo thought, this is the person who screamed), and came rushing right over. Wilbur's eyes widened as he took one look at the scene. He scooped his little brother into his arms while telling Tubbo to follow them. The brunette fell behind several times while chasing after Wilbur and his best friend, but he didn't shout for them to slow down for him. He wanted his best friend to be awake.

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        "Sir, your son is a Frozen. As you all know, love is felt in our bodies and minds as warmth. If someone hasn't experienced love in at least five years, we class them as a Frozen. This has detrimental effects on the physical and mental health of the patient. Physically, their hair, eyes, and skin will lose pigmentation. They will constantly need to be kept warm, even in sweltering heat, by wearing large jackets, mittens, hats, winter clothes, basically. Parts of their skin will start to freeze over which can cause some muscles to be stuck in specific positions, as seen with your son's hands. In some cases, the person can start to freeze objects with a touch and turn adjacent falling raindrops into snow. Mentally, they don't feel loved or cared about. This can be the leading cause in several mental issues for a developing child," The doctor said as she looked into the room where they were barely keeping the blonde alive. "We have identified that his hands are frozen over, and there are ice shards growing in size in his lungs. If we do not remove the ice or find a way to melt it, your son will die permanently. If we remove the ice shards, there is a possibility that your son will never be able to feel warmth. He will never feel loved."

        "We have to convince him that we love him?" Phil whispered as he looked towards his son. He had been with them for a month. Phil had tried everything to help Tommy adjust to everything new, but it seemed he failed at helping Tommy learn when people cared about him. He had done his fatherly duties, but he didn't make sure that Tommy understood why he did all those things. It wasn't just a promise to Clara. Phil had seen Tommy's condition when they first met. He had seen how caring Tommy was with other people, and how he got along with Wilbur and Techno. Phil had wanted to make Tommy feel the warmth Phil was surrounded by every day. Looking back at the comatose boy, Phil realized he had failed.

        "The fight isn't over yet, sir. There are theories that people in a coma can hear the people around them. Let's hope the warmth you hold can reach him," The doctor said with a determined glint in her eyes as she slid the door open. Phil looked inside the room. It was boiling hot in the room, but Tommy's little body was shivering underneath the blanket. Phil walked over to the bed. He grabbed onto Tommy's hand, flinching at the pain that raced up from his hand to his elbows. Phil didn't release Tommy's hand, he instead leaned down onto his knees beside the bed. Phil moved a few of the white locks out of Tommy's forehead even though it felt like touching raw snow.

        "Hey, buddy, it's me, Phil. There's a chance that you can hear me. However small that chance may be, I'll take it. I knew your mother a long time ago. She was my best friend. Her name was Clara. She loved the stars, and she swore that she would be an astronaut when we were kids. She decided to put that dream aside when she realized she was having you. She wanted to spend her entire life with you. Clara didn't want to miss a single second because she loved you far more than she ever loved herself, and you weren't even born yet! I have to believe that she's in the stars now. I know that no matter where she is, her love is reaching to embrace you in warmth and happiness," Phil began as he leaned his forehead against Tommy's back hand even though he felt the chill all throughout his body.

        "That isn't all. There are other people much closer to you that love you. Niki would spend eternity baking cookies with you, and I know that Purpled would eat all those cookies with you even if you two started puking. I know that Puffy would take you canoeing all the time if you wanted to. Hannah and Ranboo want to grow a beautiful garden with you. They do all that because they love you," Phil explained. He could see the remaining blonde streaks of Tommy's hair turning white. He was getting worse.

        "Tubbo is your best friend. He loves you more than anything in the world. He understands you in ways that no one else can, and you would do everything in your power to protect Tubbo from all that's bad in the world. You would hold up the sky for Tubbo, and he would follow you to the ends of the Earth," Phil explained with desperation growing in his tone. The ice was getting thicker around Tommy's arm. Phil. "Tommy, don't forget about your brothers. You annoy Techno with a fiery passion, and you would sleep in Wilbur's bed while he strummed cords on his guitar. The three of you would argue about the most stupid things, but when the three of you would give me a hug, it would be the warmest I've ever felt because all three of you love each other and me very much."

        The heart monitor started to flatline. The hair went stark white while the body started to turn a blue color. The eyelids were frozen to Tommy's cheeks. Doctors rushed into the room. The one that inspired Phil to try getting through to Tommy was now holding him back from the boy. Phil was getting dragged out of the room against his will. Phil tried fighting to stay, but he felt himself get further and further away. Someone was talking about the time of death. Phil couldn't fail his son. He couldn't stand by, watching as the people decided that his kid was done fighting. If there was one trait that Tommy inherited from Clara, it was stubbornness, and Phil could hear Clara yelling at him to try harder. "I LOVE YOU!"

        For a second, nothing really happened. The doctors didn't give up on declaring Tommy dead. Not until the room chilled in temperature. Tommy's eyes blinked open while the ice melted into thin lines of water. Tommy looked around the room with bright, ocean eyes. His hair was blasted with a splurge of golden blonde that complimented his newly tanned skin. Tommy sat up while holding his hands over his heart. He flexed his fingers experimentally before a wide grin spread over his face. Before anyone could react, Tommy had leaped off the bed into Phil's arms. The older man had wide eyes as he grabbed onto Tommy, holding the child as close as possible. For the first time, Tommy wasn't freezing to the touch. Tommy was crying and slobbering into Phil's jacket instead of letting small glaciers fall from his eyes. "I love you, too."