a series of sbi oneshots

bedtime fairy's

“Tommyyyy,” Wilbur whines, fluttering in front of Tommy’s face, reaching out with his tiny hands to tug at a lock of Tommy’s hair. “You have to come to the berry patch with us. We can dance and eat moonberries, and stay up til the dawn, it’ll be wonderful. Won’t you come?”

Tommy looks up at the sky, its past midnight, and he’s been out with the fairies all day. He’s tired, in the way only a mortal trying to keep up with immortals can be. “Maybe some other time,” he says, even thinking about how tired he is makes him yawn. “I’m should go to bed.”

Technoblade snorts. “The moon won’t hurt you, even if it could, you’re with us. We’d protect you.”

He is…far too tired to try and figure out what the fuck that is supposed to mean.

“What?”

“The moon,” Wilbur chirps, “we know humans are scared of it, but it really won’t hurt you Toms, its just a big ball of light.”

“You--? The moon?” 

Wilbur and Techno nod, even Phil shrugs, like its a well-known thing.

Tommy scrubs a hand over his face. “Humans aren’t scared of the moon.” 

“Well then why do you all hide from it?” Wilbur asks loftily. “Every time it shows up, poof, no humans for miles around.”

Tommy sighs. Deeply.

“That’s because we go to bed. You know, sleep?”

Three tiny faces blink at him in unison, uncomprehending.
Maybe this is why humans and fairies never get along. They all got tired of explaining shit to each other.

“Humans--well and animals, have to go to sleep,” Tommy says, fuck he’s too tired to do a good job of explaining this. “Its when we rest.”

Technoblade grunts, like he’s been enlightened. “I see, and you do it during the night because you’re terrible at seeing in the dark.”

Tommy decides not to get into the complex topic of “nocturnal creatures” at this point in time. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Well you can just rest tomorrow!” Wilbur says, “come to the grove with us tonight, it’ll be fun!”

“No, I have to sleep every night,” Tommy says quickly, sure he could stay up but he does not want to encourage that sort of shit. As friendly and harmless as the fairies seem, he’s still heard stories of humans forced to dance until they died.

“Every night?” Phil asks dubiously. “But that’s so much…”

“Yeah, well, that’s the way it is.”

“Why do you have to?” Wilbur asks, “can’t you just…not?”

Considering how the fairies operate, Tommy’s pretty sure that is a legitimate question. The way Technoblade talks about it, eating is like a hobby that he gets into every couple of centuries.

“Its just the way we are,” Tommy says, “if I don’t sleep I’ll be tired, and then I won’t have any fun with you guys.”

Wilbur squints at him, like he thinks sleep is something that Tommy is making up. Seriously? These idiots have been wandering the mortal plane for centuries and they’ve never seen anyone sleep?Well…they might have, but considering its them, they might just have thought that they were very bad at being dead.

Fairies are so fucking weird.

“Look, you can even see my bed if you want.” Seeing things is big with them, they take the whole ‘seeing is believing’ thing pretty seriously.