Hiddlebatch one shot(s)

Healthy Birthday

A/N: this is feels I will say but it's birthday themed because ITS MY BIRTHDAY ON SATURDAY THE 14TH!!!!!!!

Summarry: Tom has had cancer for almost 5 years for what was thought could turn terminal. However his doctor finds that miraculously his cancer colonies have gone away and he is now cancer free. So Tom waits to announce it to Ben on his birthday!

Genre: sorta sad at the beginning and then at the end very cute and fluff!

  Tom looked away as the needle he'd grown used to poked into his skin to take blood.heknew it was coming, didn't even flinch like he used to. The only thing he flinched at now were the results, scared they would lead to him having to tell his boyfriend of 4 years he wouldn't be around for another birthday. Another anniversary- another Christmas.
   Benedict squeezed his hand, reminding him he was there, he had become quite good at reading when he needed that.

  The diagnosis came about a year into their tension breaking relationship, they'd played innocent for years before then, pretending they didn't know the other liked them.  Tom was almost positive there was no hope for them, trying to distance himself from Benedict, telling him he couldn't see him get hurt like that over just him. The only time they fought was when Tom told him to leave so he didn't get hurt, the only time Ben cried in front of him when he had to remind him he wouldn't.

Tom saying this only made Ben more determined to show him why he couldn't. Tom fel bad, they'd lost so much of what they had done before, hardly any sex until Tom could find a way to keep his breathing right, sometimes they'd have to give in before anything happened because he just couldn't catch his breath. Making out was always more plenty than having sex, but still difficult with the tube in his nose.  But despite it They still stayed together, just as strong. And god was Benedict patient, Tom would often have to stop things he'd started half way through just to keep from passing out, or because he was too tired, but each time Ben was content to just kiss his head and pull him close.
  They even managed to discuss marriage a bit, as soon as he went into remission. However, talk of that began to die down as soon as Tom found out the colonies of cancerous cells had become more aggressive making his cancer terminal. His doctors called him a dead man walking, the only man they'd seen with lungs full of cancer who was still able to wake up, although many times he would sleep for a whole week and wake up still exhausted.
  He thought back to the night of his final diagnosis as a pair of warm lips pressed to the center of his forehead, telling him he'd, "be okay" and that it was" just a little blood test", and another reminder he was loved dearly and would be home soon

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Ben's heart stopped at Tom's news, trying to remember to utilize each breath to calm down, the one time he couldn't come to an appointment. One time. "They said it was terminal, that I'm lucky to even be alive but they'll be checking every 6 months to see as well as starting chemo. So my hair has to go.
   Ben thought of all the nights leading up to this. The nights when Tom would wake up wheezing in the middle of the night, or coughing up blood on the bathroom floor. He thought it was just an infection until he found him passed out in the kitchen at 2 am.
"Baby you're gonna beat this okay? And even if you don't I'm gonna love you anyways" Tom choked on a sob, wetting the shoulder of Benedict's shirt . Ben's eyes reddened and he felt a tear spill down his cheek as he felt a trailing Tom crumble into his arms. "I'm gonna die and I'm not gonna get to grow old with you. I don't even get to be a dad."

"Mr. Hiddleston, if I could just talk to you outside for a moment." Their nurse said upon arriving in their room again. Tom held his breath and hoisted myself up, using Benedict as a support incase he lost his breath, "You'll be fine babe. I'll see you in a few." He said it as a statement, but by the time it reached Tom it became more of a question and the only way he knew how to reply was to answer it as one, "Uhm. Yeah." Tom muttered, wishing he could return to him as soon as he had left to kiss him.