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Mellohi was playing in the background.

Two boys, blond and brunet, sat on a bench looking over the sun dipping past the horizon and spreading across the vast, newly independent nation. It was just them, with crickets starting to chirp and the stars peeking out. Grass rustled beneath their feet, the bench started to get worn, surviving through an entire revolution.

"Hey Tommy?" Tubbo asked, voice cracking with the aftermath of not talking for a while. Tommy chuckled as Tubbo cleared his throat.

"Yeah Tubs?" Tommy wasn't going to make fun of the voice crack at the moment. It was a quiet night for both of them, one that was meant for thoughts and memories and not for laughter and screaming.

"Do you think we'd get married?" Tubbo wondered. "Or have the chance to?"

Tommy paused for a moment. "Why're you asking, big man?"

"What if- what if Dream decides that he doesn't want L'Manburg to be a free nation?" Tubbo worried. "And he comes back to take it back?"

"He won't." Tommy assured. "Would you ever want to get married?"

"Sure, I mean taxes are a pain." Tubbo chuckled, letting it die out. "But I think it would be nice, someone to be there for you no matter what, care for you, through sickness and health, or whatever's said at ceremonies."

Tommy thought for a moment, "Isn't that what I'm for?"

Tubbo blinked, looking over from the country to his friend. "What?"

"I-I thought that was what I was for." Tommy admitted. "Sickness and health, being there for you, and I can't live without you, Tubbo."

Tubbo cooed in surprise before twisting on the wooden bench to hug the blond, who gasped in surprise before sinking in. Those were the nights where deep conversations and heartfelt confessions happened. Where there was no room to be made fun of or playfully laughed at.

"It's decided then." Tubbo said after some minutes in the hug. Neither had let go yet.

"What is?" Tommy questioned.

"We're getting married when we're older!" Tubbo exclaimed.

"But-but we don't have rings." Tommy pointed out. Tubbo hummed for a moment, putting a finger to his chin before snapping his fingers.

"We'll make some when the time comes!" Tubbo argued. "I want a gold one with something written in the inside of the ring!" Tommy perks up.

"I want a gold one with- with the same words on the inside as you!" Tommy nodded, "So we can match!" Tubbo laughed, Tommy following. They were having fun, as the moon shone brighter and the sun's light fades away.

"Promise?" Tubbo whispered a few hours later.

"Promise." Tommy replied at the same volume.

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They kept that promise. Months later, after an electoral fallout, the brunet visited the newly formed secret faction called Pogtopia. He thought that it had a creepy edge to it, with water dripping constantly, the shadows being a tad bit darker than he liked, it either being too hot or too cold in the ravine, and the fucking blood god of all people standing in the corners of Pogtopia.

"Tubbo?" Tommy whispered in the dead of night. The lanterns were all out, the only light source being the moonlight from the top of the cave. Someone dropped something into his open hand, Tommy instinctively clenching his fist. Tommy shuffled into the light, letting his hand loosen to reveal a golden ring, shining with the stars. He gasped lightly and put it up to his eyes, trying to read the small font embedded into the inside of the ring.

"Together 'til the end." Tubbo murmured after a moment of Tommy holding the ring closer and squinting. Tubbo held out his own copy of the ring, Tommy smiling and slipping his one on and comparing hands. Tubbo's ring was smaller than his own, but other than that they looked the exact same. Tubbo took his off and offered it to Tommy, so that he could see that they both had those four words on the inside.

Tubbo took back his ring and slipped back to the newly named nation, Manburg. He sighed and got out of bed the next morning, heading to the White House for duty as the president's right hand man. As he got there, two people were talking in Schlatt's office. Pressing an ear softly to the door, Tubbo tried to make sense of the muffled talk. He was glad he finally became fluent in Spanish enough to understand what Quackity was telling Schlatt.

"¿Eres un préstamo bancario? Porque tienes mi interés." Quackity said, with a dull thump coming afterwards. Tubbo blinked.

"Si eres un préstamo bancario, quiero sacarte." Schlatt replied, footsteps crossing the room. Tubbo really couldn't believe it.

"¿Cuánto dinero para su préstamo?" Quackity replied.

"Daría millones por ti." Schlatt answered, and then Tubbo quickly left. He didn't want to know the aftermath of that. Were they really using Spanish to flirt? They were using pickup lines. In Spanish. So that nobody would know about some office affair. It was so stupid, Tubbo spent restless nights memorizing Spanish only to have caught an affair between co-workers?! Tubbo sighed as Fundy called for him. He really missed Tommy.

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"What is this, Tommy?" Dream's voice had a dangerous edge to it, like a newly sharpened knife dripping in sweet poison. He dangled the golden ring above Tommy's head, who was too weak to stop Dream.

"It's- it's a ring." Tommy spat. He looked down, shrinking into his tattered clothes.

"Together until the end." Dream quoted. "Who else has one like this."

"No one." Tommy growled. "Just me. Now."

Dream, although the blond couldn't see it, glared at Tommy to see if there was anything else he could shake out of the everything-deprived boy. When Tommy didn't move, Dream was satisfied and pocketed the ring, with tears starting to form at the edges of Tommy's eyes. No. He was not going to cry in front of the green bastard.

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"Nice ring." Ranboo complimented as him and the president shook hands.

"Thank you." Tubbo nodded as they started walking.

"Who's the lucky one?" Ranboo asked, trying desperately to keep the small talk going, then realizing he might have overstepped when the president flinched.

"He's not lucky." Tubbo shook his head, putting his hands in his suit pockets. They kept walking in silence, even more awkward than it was before Ranboo tried. They got to the bench, Ranboo complimenting the flowers starting to poke out of the dirt hut while Tubbo completely ignored him and the house, sitting down on the bench and patting it in offer of Ranboo sitting as well.

"I don't know if I can-" Ranboo started nervously before Tubbo pulled him on. Ranboo sat tensely for a second before relaxing, seeing the president loosen up as well.

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Tommy's eyes widened as Michael offered the ring out. It was a shiny golden colour, the light behind him showing what it said on the inside. Tommy glanced up at the goat hybrid in front of him, who smiled and tilted his head ever so slightly the audience wouldn't see. Tommy gently too the ring, looking at it as he slipped it on. He thought- Tommy thought it was long gone by then. Dream took it, he put his disgusting American hands on it and put it in that puke-coloured hoodie of his.

And yet, there it was.

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"How'd you get this?" Tommy asked later that night. Ranboo was curled up next to the two, Tubbo messing with his dual-toned hair whilst Tommy pet his fluffy tail.

"We searched Dream's clothes once he changed into the prison jumpsuit," Tubbo admitted, "me and Sam. I was going to give it to you, but I forgot and then you died."

"Well then why didn't you give it when I came back?" Tommy wondered.

"Well Ranboo thought to propose to you a couple days before I was going to give it to you," Tubbo explained, "so I thought to maybe keep it until the wedding."

"Oh." Tommy nodded. "It was worth it. I missed the ring."

"I did too," Tubbo sighed, leaning into Tommy while not disturbing Ranboo. Tommy carefully returned it, sinking into the brunet.

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