TomTord Oneshots

Scrapped Suit

(IM BACK BITCHES!

Anyways, yeah, I gotta work on three requests now! Frick!
Requests are still closed tho because I gave to work on them, plus two other different shots. FuCk-

ALSO, I still need to know what you guys want me to do for when we hit 200k! we're super close and everything-
I want to either do a cover art contest or a writing contest so that one of you can get your shot put into the book.

I may do the second one but yeah-
Tell me what you guys want in the comments-

Uhh if you haven't seen the scrapped design for Red Leader's outfit that TomSka posted about, its the picture above and yeet-
Keep in mind that it's not cannon, it's a scrapped idea, but I still wanted to use it-)

"Tommy! Come check this out!"

Tom groaned in annoyance at his boyfriend's call down the hallway. He got up lazily and put his book that he was reading down on the bed, trudging out of his dark room and into the hallway. He shuffled across the hallway to Tord, his boyfriend's, room.
"What is it?" He asked, wondering why Tord was bothering him and why he couldn't just come into his room to show him. In response, Tord poked his head out of his closet and grinned. "Uh, why are you in a closet? I swear to god if you walk it and say 'I'm gay' again..."
"No, no, not at all, Thomas!" Tord said with a grin. "But check this out. Seriously. I found this in a box I brought back from the army." He chuckled and walked out of the closet.

He was completely dressed in armor, looking almost like a video game character boss you didn't want to fight. He wore his normal black jeans with a black and red belt around it, the buckle being golden and having his army's symbol engraved into it. He wore golden knee pads and combat boots that almost seemed to big for him due to his clunky walking. He had robotic shoulder pads, one connected to his robotic arm that he had gotten a few years ago, along with a robotic shell over is normal arm, ending in a clawed hand with wires being seen running through the joints for his fingers. He wore an old black hoodie with some red and golden tassels.
Tord chuckled at Tom's astonished expression.
"The fuck IS THAT?!" Tom suddenly screeched, making Tord laugh more.
"It's my old uniform. One of my scientists designed it for me when the army first became a thing. He thought it would make me menacing." He shrugged, making the robotic metal make a scraping sound as pieces rubbed against each other. "I scrapped it because I thought it was too bulky." He chuckled again and grinned. "Oh, wait, hold up." He turned into the closet again and Tom watched his boyfriend with interest.

Tord eventually poked his head back out, now not even recognizable. His entire face was covered but a crimson red, shiny helmet with horns coming out of the front, making him look like a gladiator solider lost in time. Tom could barely even see his eyes as he walked up to Tord and looked him up and down.
   ".... well?" Tord asked, his voice echoing in the helmet. Tom made a humming sound before reaching up, having to stand on his tip-toes because of the new suit giving Tord a boost off of the ground by a few inches. He grabbed the horns of the helmet and pulled it off, chuckling when Tord's hair horns popped out of the hollow helmet horns. Tord looked confused until his boyfriend leaned up again and kissed him for a moment. Tord wrapped his arms around Tom's waist and picked him up, causing Tom to pull back and laugh.

  "Dork."
  "Shush."

(Ehhh sorry it was short)