platonic tommy & tubbo oneshots

"you think you're the hero, tommy?"

part 3 (final part???) of "what's the worst that could happen?" (might start calling it the "oops my hand slipped and now we have fluffy angst" series. thoughts?)

y'all wanted it, here it is.

angst 😈 or not...

contemplating making a discord server where everyone has equal power except me, so i am your king. 🤔 or maybe someone who actually understands how modding works can help me, pls i think it'd be poggers.

unrelated but do y'all remember when i wrote that clingyinnit fic and everyone thought toob was dead? possible part 2 coming. idk. anywho, on with the fic.🕺🏼

word count: 1113

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it had been 3 weeks since tubbo and niki had arrived. within those few weeks everything had gotten better.

wilbur had been slightly more sane, only slightly though.

tommy had gained hope once again. true hope that they were going to win this revolution. two times a charm. right?

techno was techno, but something about his demeanor had improved. he seemed more determined than before. nobody really knew why, as he wasn't very close to tubbo, nor niki, but he was determined nonetheless.

since their arrival, tubbo and tommy had been inseparable. even when tommy had woken up after that first night, him and tubbo had never moved their beds back to their original places. their pinky fingers were still linked each time they slept.

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the members of pogtopia had been planning an attack for ages. everything finally started coming together once quackity and fundy joined, the both of them harbored very important information. information that would be fatal to schlatt's rule.

despite the fact that the pogtopians lived in a ravine, they were classy. they alerted manberg of the rebellion that was soon to come, and well... you know the rest.

so here they were. today was the day. the day they would get l'manburg back, once and for all.

everyone geared up at technos base; tugging on the weighted netherite armor, heavy with enchantments. everyone pretended not to notice the stack of emerald blocks that tubbo stole.

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so they were off. sprinting down another one of tommy's cobblestone bridges, joking and making fun of eachother, despite the severe anxiety pooled in their stomachs.

the battle begun. arrows rained down on them, burning the parts of their skin that weren't covered with armor.

there were shouts of panic and victory surrounding tommy, he couldn't tell which side they were coming from. everything was blurring.

dream surrendered. schlatt had a heart attack. tubbo became president. the nation was theirs again.

tommy didn't think he had smiled this widely in a long time, giggling about something stupid with tubbo as they tore down the festival decor.

everyone's communicator went off with a buzz;

philza has joined the game

tommy had to rub his eyes and check again before shouting; "PHILZA?!"

"philza minecraft!" they yelled in unison, looking eachother in the eyes beaming before the realization hit.

"where's wilbur?"

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tubbo's ears rang as they picked themselves up off the ground. they took a minute to remember what was going on as their hearing returned. everyone was shouting, it was overwhelming to say the least.

tommy sprinted over to them, saying something inaudible to them, the blond picked them up, scrambling up to steady ground. tubbo winced as tommy placed them back on their feet.

tubbo wobbled a bit against tommy before regaining his balance, bringing his sword from its sheath to bring himself to a fighting stance.

tommy stood beside him, axe in hand, prepared to take on-- technoblade?

tubbo didn't bother to question anything as techno began to speak; the withers were on the verge of being spawned, both missing a single head.

"do you think you're the hero, tommy?" techno questioned, stepping up on a rock between the two, soon to be awoken, withers.

"the thing about this world tommy, is that good things don't happen to heroes. let me tell you a story, tommy. a story about a man called theseus. his country—well city state technically—was in danger, and he sent himself forward into enemy lines. he slayed the minotaur and saved his city." he paused for a moment, "and you know what they did to him tommy? they exiled him. he died in disgrace, despised by his people. that's what happens to heroes, tommy. the greeks knew the score."

techno smiled menacingly, throwing the wither skull up in the air before catching it. "but if you want to be a hero, tommy, that's fine."

techno placed the final wither skulls and finished his speech as they began to awaken; "do you want to be a hero tommy?"

the piglin smirked as he pointed his crossbow at the blond. "then die like one!" he pulled the trigger releasing the firework at the duo.

the next moments seemed to happen in slow motion. everyone was screaming and doing their best to fight off the withers. dream and techno laughed manically and the chaos they had created; an unlikely duo. tubbo shoved tommy as hard as he could out of the way of the firework, landing him on the ground about 5 feet away.

TW: kind of major gore, lots of blood and also death.

everything hurt for tubbo, it made sense with the blown to bits organs in his chest cavity. blood seeped from the injury; he wasn't getting out of this one.

tubbo heard tommy make his way over as fast as he could, pulling him close and pressing his hands to the wound, doing his best to stop the bleeding. tubbo coughed blood up, some sputtering onto tommy's shirt.

they made eye contact, and tubbo didn't have to speak to let tommy know what he was saying.

tommy gave tubbo a wide smile, it was filled with sorrow and remorse, but it comforted the older of the two.

tubbo opened his mouth to speak, his vocal chords had been immobilized as well. tears flooded from the brunet's eyes as he mouthed a simple sentence.

"i love you, tommy." tubbo grinned despite the blood trickling from in between his lips.

tears fell from tommy's eyes, falling down his cheeks and neck, he responded, "i love you too." he sniffled, "you're my tubbo." tommy choked back a sob as he embraced the smaller teen.

tubbo hugged back as tightly as he could, which wasn't very much considering his condition.

they held each other until tubbo took his final breath.

techno seized the moment, and tommy soon followed.

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shit ending as always. 😌

ty for readingggg ily. 🥺

GO DRINK WATER AND GET SOMTHING TO EAT!! IF I SEE ANYONE DISAGREE IM NOT UPLOADING FOR ANOTHER MONTH!! AND ALSO ILL EAT YOUR BREAd.

also please keep in mind that this is platonic, it isn't meant to be, nor should it be, interpreted romantically. please respect that.