Different tales || Dream SMP one shots

Tale 2

Summary:

They get in a huge fight over their side of the war, either making them split or (more likely) ending with Fundy joining their side since he loves Dream.

Their wedding had been perfect in Fundy's eyes. It went as planned and as Phil walked him down the isle he couldn't have been more happier to see the love of his life dusting off his suit. His two best friend's by his side as they snickered.

The honeymoon went as Dream had planned, it was perfect. They spent their time together as much as they could, but after a month of staying away they went back to their old homes.

It was cold, not having Dream next to him. He couldn't see his blue-ish green-ish hazel eyes that sparkled like green emerald under the sun, his freckled face as he gave a cheeky smile.

All he saw was that haunting white porcelain mask. And he missed his husband hugging him, cuddling him as they fell asleep. Fundy was a lover for warm bedding, which was why he had a lot of blankets on his bed because despite his fur he got really cold easily.

With Dream by his side he was always warm, always heating up and always able to fall asleep. For once in his life the usually warm and fluffy bedding he have felt so unnatural to him. It felt cold and hard, unlike how it was supposed to feel.

He was so attached to Dream the past month that he barely got any sleep. He missed getting pecks from his husband as he came back from running in the morning, usually making him smile as he left to take a shower.

He missed how when he came back he would let him play with his slightly dampened hair. He missed how his dimples would show when he smiled very big at him, his hazel eyes shining with pride.

He also missed other things. Like dancing to him humming, just playing random games and just adoring the other one. He didn't like to admit it, but he loved the way it felt when Dream brought him up, his legs latched onto the older's waist. How he would spin him around as he sang some random song and end it with a 'God I'm in love with you.'.

He was actually losing sleep because of this. He was sleep deprived because he couldn't stop thinking about him. His enemy, his lover, his fucking husband.

It was a shitty idea yes. Why marry your enemy if it could only cause problems within your home and life? He didn't know why when thinking about it, all he knew that he was a hopelessly in love kid who fell in love with his father's enemy.

Damn, either this was some messed up roleplay shit or he was just unlucky.

And he couldn't even deny the fact that he thought they were soulmates. He really did, because Dream still agreed to fucking marry him even after what he had done to his vice president. 

The day after coming back was hard, Dream was reminded and said he was gracious to even give them around a month extra of not bringing the wall up and keeping Tommy as his role in the land. But now he was telling them that they had to choose.

If it weren't for Fundy, then they'd be toast. Because of him they were given a week left. It was hard and annoying and nerve racking. And they all didn't like it. A bit more than fifty percent of the population had voted Tommy to be exiled, the others didn't want him to go.

Tubbo was torn, because he made an oath to keep L'Manburg safe by his side, but also because the only way to save L'Manburg would be by betraying his friend. And Tubbo was anything but a traitor to his friends. A traitor to his brother.

This was hurting everyone, and every day as every second passed he didn't know if he could even keep it in any longer. He had started to argue with them over simple things. Little things that back then, wouldn't have been a problem.