Cassiopée

Technoblade was a constant in your life, a pillar that you could rest on anytime you needed, because he was selfless like that with you. He would lift you up with the last of his strength if it meant you’d be able to swim and not drown. And well, perhaps that was a problem. In all your five years of being married, all you had known was bliss. After all, what pillar could be more powerful, more solid, than The Blood God? You had never accounted for a day in which the circumstances would rip him away from your side, even if it was not permanent.

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You knew something was awry the moment your husband stepped into your shared bedchambers, his steps heavier than usual, his cape seeming to drag him down instead of boosting his confidence. You paused as you looked at him in your vanity mirror, tilting your head.

“Are you alright, love?” Your voice came out soft, patient.

“…Meh.” You snorted at Techno as he approached, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let the silence fall between you both, giving him time to gather his thoughts, time to think about how to say what he needed to say.

“Phil asked me to help him. Uhhh… to find someone. He has a good idea of where they are but…” You frowned slightly, curiosity tugging at your mind like a child would at an adult’s sleeve.

“But…?” Technoblade winced slightly.

“Might take a while.” You nodded slowly, squeezing his hand, which rested on your stomach.

“It’s fine. I’ll be alright. Go help Phil, and don’t worry about me.” Your husband snorted.

“That’s impossible for me to do. Treating me like I’m Sisyphus?” You let out a laugh.

“Come on, if anything goes wrong here, I’ll fetch Tommy, okay?”

“A zombie would be more helpful.”

“Techno!”

That night, you cuddled close to your husband, hoping that he wouldn’t be parted from you for long.

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Technoblade woke up early, the moon still up in the sky as he got ready to leave. The Voices tore his cranium in half, making his temples throb, as they screeched at him for leaving you behind. He muttered under his breath, trying to reason that you had given him permission, and that you wanted him to help Philza, to no avail. He stared at you long and hard as you slept, as if he hadn’t already ingrained your face into his memory. As if your visage wasn’t already tattooed behind his eyelids so he could see you even when he slept.

Then he left, heart heavy with something that wasn’t quite guilt, nor regret.

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When your husband said he would be gone for a few days, or as he said, “quite a while”, you didn’t think it would affect you this much. At first, you denied it. You reasoned you had simply become accustomed to his presence, and that explained that weird feeling in your chest when you woke up to a bed that seemed too big, his place cold besides yours. You got up, did your morning routine, ate, and set out towards the small but cozy hut you used as your workplace. That day, you prepared potions, helped a child get a thorn out of his finger, reassured an expectant mother that her symptoms were perfectly normal, prevented Tommy from starting a fire in your hut, and sold a fisherman an ointment for his salt-burned skin. All in all, it was a relatively normal day, with not too many people asking for help, but enough so that you didn’t get bored.

The thing was, as you closed shop, the sun starting to set, you felt a pit grow in your stomach. The walk back to your home was longer than usual, as you stalled to look at pretty flowers or funny-looking clouds. You knew what you were doing but didn’t stop. When you arrived home, you sighed softly, the silence unusual and slightly disturbing. Normally, by then, Techno would have come to sweep you off your feet, kiss you and then herded you towards the kitchen so you could cook together. Tonight, however, you went to the kitchen by yourself and cooked to the sound of birds chirping, not of your husband’s quips and dry humour. You ate alone, wondering where Techno and Philza were, and if they were any closer to finding that mysterious person.

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The next day slammed into you. The stages of your longing for your husband had gone from denial and straight to yearning. It started with you waking up, a gasp on your lips and wetness between your thighs. That was when you realised the extent of how much you missed your husband’s presence, even though he hadn’t been gone for long. Still in that fuzzy space between sleep and the awake world, one of your hands reached down your body slowly, touch featherlight, reverent, like Techno himself was touching you. Your legs opened on their own, and you moved your hand inside your panties, moaning softly.

You were soaked, your fingertips barely caressing you and still bringing forth a gush of arousal. A whimper escaped you as you touched yourself, fingers alternating between pushing inside of your cunt and rubbing at your clit. You vaguely remembered dreaming about Techno, his grunts of pleasure somewhat fresh in your mind, just like the phantom feeling of his tusks rubbing slightly at the juncture of your neck. Your fingers moved faster, your head turning so it could rest on your husband’s pillow and you could inhale his scent, bringing forth a high-pitched whine that made blood rush to your cheeks.

“Please- p-please… Techno-” You came with a gasp, thighs locking and eyes slamming shut as you rode out the waves of bliss.

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Inside your hut, you couldn’t help but think back on how you had touched yourself that morning. Not because you were ashamed, but more so because you couldn’t remember the last time you had done that. Technoblade had always been annoyingly perceptive when it came to your desires, and more than happy to fulfill them, so anytime you had been in the mood, he had made it a point to offer himself up joyfully.

Come to think of it, there had been a lot of things you hadn’t done in a long while, because Techno took care of them first. You couldn’t recall the last time you had done laundry or washed the dishes alone, as Techno did them often by himself, or insisted on assisting you. There were small things like that, that Technoblade did, that made your life easier and more enjoyable, that you hadn’t even realised you had begun to take for granted.

You were brought out of your thoughts by someone coming inside of your hut, the door closing behind them softly. Blinking away the remnants of your musings, you looked down to find a head full of scraggly blond hair and a gigantic smile that missed a few teeth.

“Good morning, thea!” The little girl said, blowing a strand of her unruly hair out of her face, scrunching her nose as the ends tickled her.

“Good morning, Philotes. What brings you here today?” You smiled, your demeanor softening immediately.

Philotes had been a constant figure in your life ever since you had opened your healing hut. She was adventurous, but reckless, which led to many small injuries, and some bigger ones, much to the exhaustion of her parents. Over the years, you had come to see her as a sort of niece, her loud and daring personality charming.

The first time you had met her, it was because she had climbed into a tree and gotten sap all over her hair, much to the horror of her mother. Philotes had babbled away, making you laugh as you did your best to get the sap out with oil. That night, when you went back to your home and described the amusing encounter you had to The Blood God, he had hummed, a small grin on his face.

“Philotes, huh? Do you know who she was named after?” He explained to you the story of the Greek goddess of friendship, much to your delight. And when the child started lovingly calling you “thea”, he was more than happy to translate the word for you: it was a Greek word that meant ‘aunt’, a common nickname for older women, a sign of respect and warmth.

“I’m here to get my cast taken off!” Philotes excitedly said, bouncing in place. You chuckled.

“Alright, alright. Settle down on that chair, I won’t be long.” You prepared everything you needed and set to work, talking with Philotes all the while, carefully moving to not accidentally hurt the whirlwind that was the little girl.

When the cast had been taken off, you made Philotes promise you not to climb any trees for at least two weeks and then spent the day teaching her how to make potions when you weren’t with other villagers, taking care of their problems or selling your goods.

When the sun started to set, Philotes bid you goodbye and ran out the hut to go back to her house. You went back to your home, heart a little lighter than before.

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You never thought you'd be this way. Looking longingly into space, sighing forlornly, as you imagined your husband coming back to you. Yet here you were. Getting lost in thought as you made yourself breakfast - alone, for the third morning in a row. No burly arms wrapping around your waist, no gruff but loving voice wishing you a good morning, no tusks nudging your neck.

You breathed in the refreshing air from outside as you sat by a window, having eaten your breakfast mechanically. You lost yourself in your thoughts, again. On one hand, you dearly missed your husband, your other half. On the other, it made you feel slightly weird that after simply three days of him being away, you were this… down. You felt like you didn’t have as much energy. Or perhaps that was because you slept a bit less, worry having taken a hold of your mind?

You sighed, getting up and stretching. It was going to be a long day…

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The fourth and fifth day blurred together, nothing exciting happening. You were kept awake at night by anxious thoughts of your husband or Phil being in danger, or being injured, or even worse. If anyone noticed your eyebags, they didn’t mention them.

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On the sixth day, Tommy bullied you into taking a day off from your duties, insisting that hanging out with him would be infinitely more fun. You had resisted at first but ended up relenting when he brought up that he and Philotes had prepared a surprise to “cheer you up”. As a responsible adult, you decided that it was better to oblige them than to let them do whatever it was they did and always ended up with them in your hut, more banged up than if they went against a hoard of creepers.

In the end, what they had prepared was indeed a surprise. First, in the fact that it somehow didn’t involve any explosives. Then, because they had somehow scrounged up ingredients to make potions and had made a dozen to give them to you. Not only that, but they had prepared a picnic (the food probably coming from Philotes’ parents’ restaurant, because it looked too good to have been made by two children).

You smiled down at a sandwich as Tommy and Philotes bantered, touched by their attention.

“That’s soooo cringe, Philotes. You should look up to me, y’know. I could teach you how to make good potions, not like the ones you did…” The words came out in a sing-song manner.

“You know what’s cringe? Thinking you had a chance of beating Mister Techno in a potato farming competition!” Tommy gasped as you sighed, a small grin still on your face as they argued. You tuned them out slightly, if only to preserve your sanity, before you tugged them both into a hug, making them complain loudly. Neither of them pulled away.

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On the seventh day, you woke up, feeling a bit tired but energetic all the same. This strange mix accompanied you throughout your breakfast, your thoughts turning once again towards The Blood God. Looking up at the clouds hiding the sun, you mused about where he could possibly be, and whether he was thinking about you at the same moment. You didn’t dwell on those thoughts for long, as you had a hunch they were the cause for your frequent heartaches.

The half-day you spent at the hut was uneventful. Then, you went back to your home, a feeling of restlessness buzzing under your skin. You decided to clean a bit, and if your hands lingered when they touched your husband’s belongings, well, no one else was there to see it. The afternoon came, and with it a feeling of boredom. Normally, you would read, or do any of your hobbies, but today, you didn’t feel like it. You didn’t feel like… doing anything, really. So, you sat outside, your bare feet brushing against grass, as you absently stared at bees and bumblebees lazily drifting from flower to flower.

Their buzzing filled your mind, calming you. You lost track of time, spending what felt like hours sitting there. Then, your eyes snapped up as a small sound came from your left. Your heart jumped to your throat as a crow perched on a log, fluffing its wings once.

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You spent the rest of your afternoon pacing, after having fed the crow and pet it a few times. Your nerves were shot with adrenaline, excitement and worry bubbling inside of you. The sun slowly started to set, and with it went your energy. All the worrying you had done left you mentally exhausted, which in turn made your limbs feel leaden. The moon rose and you made your way to your bed, slipping under the covers with a sigh. Your eyes fell closed, sleep soon pulling you under.

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You woke up later, a shift in the air, a feeling in your gut, disturbing your sleep. You leaned up on your elbows, your eyes scanning your bedroom, breath falling quiet so your ears could pick up sounds better. You sat up in bed as you heard a creak in the floorboards, your heart picking up pace. The door to your bedchambers opened quietly, and you let out a small breath, your eyes greedily taking in the tall figure of your husband.

“Techno?” You croaked out, your parched throat affecting your voice.

Technoblade’s head snapped up, his breath stuttering in his chest as he stared at you. You observed each other in silence for a while, before you scrambled out of bed, a small noise of hurt escaping you as you threw yourself in his arms. He picked you up easily, hugging you close, squeezing with his burly arms, making breathing difficult. You couldn’t care less. Not when he was here, when he was safe. You let out a joyful cry, pressing a chaste kiss to your husband’s lips, which he returned.

“My love…” He whispered, voice emotional.

You laughed wetly, tears of joy gathering at the corner of your eyes, and in the moonlight, through the blurriness, you could swear Technoblade’s eyes moistened. You pressed your forehead against his’, your lips pulling up into a shaky smile.

“You’re back…” You whispered, taking a second to just take him in.

“I am.” He mumbled back softly, his hands moving to rest at your hips, thumbs caressing your skin through your sleep clothes. You raised one hand to cradle his jaw, bringing him into another kiss. His lips moved against your own, and the familiar feeling of his tusks rubbing gently against your cheeks made you sentimental. Your unoccupied hand buried itself in his hair as you pressed yourself closer to Techno, making him groan quietly. God, you had missed him.

He let out a small huff, his tail coming to wrap around the squishiness of your thigh, squeezing mindlessly. A hum of delight escaped you, and when his hands brought you impossibly closer, you moaned. The sound only spurred him on, his tongue seeking entrance of your mouth, which you happily granted. You kept going back to his lips and tongue, only parting to breathe in small gasps, otherwise finding it unbearable to stay away from your husband.

As the kiss grew heated, your body became restless. When one of his hands came up to cradle your face, you leaned into his touch, and when you felt the cold metal of his ring against your bare back, his hand having sneaked under your top, you arched into him.

“Techno…” You shivered, pulling back to take off your sleeping clothes in a hurry.

His eyes widened as he stared at you hungrily, his eyes devouring you. When you were naked, he made a move as if to kneel and you let out a sound of protest, moving closer to him so you could tug at his clothes, undressing him impatiently. Technoblade caught on your wants and helped you, ending up naked in under a minute.

You tugged him close again and this time he was the one to initiate the kiss, his lips ravenous. Your husband herded you towards your shared bed, picking you up and gently laying you atop it, before climbing on top of you. You desperately tugged him into another kiss, which he was more than happy to reciprocate. Under any other circumstances, The Blood God would have taken the time to make you cum at least twice before thinking of entering you. But tonight was different.

You ached, in your heart and in your cunt; you desperately needed him to fill the places he had left vacant in his absence. Without stopping the kiss, you tugged his hips closer to yours with your legs, making him groan in pleasure.

“Please, Techno… I need you…” Your words left you in a breathy whisper that caressed his lips as you separated only long enough to speak.

“Love, hmm, fuck, I should- I should stretch you-”

“I’m already ready, please, been waiting for you with my fingers in between my legs-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence, as with a growl, Techno pushed into you, making you trail off with a loud moan. The Blood God whimpered, his hips giving an aborted thrust as he let you adjust, your fluttering walls gripping him tightly. Your thighs wrapped around his waist, your feet nudging at his lower back to encourage him to move as your arms tugged him down into yet another needy kiss.

He started to move as he kissed you in between pants, his thick cock rubbing deliciously against every sensitive nerve of yours. Your moans intermingled with his’, your hips tilting up to fuck yourself onto his thrusts. Both of your skins sticked together as you both moved and moaned in a pleasure-chasing danse.

“Techno, I- I missed you…” You let out, the admission a keen in your bedchambers.

His jaw clenched hard, breath puffing in and out of his nose rapidly.

“I… I missed you too, love.” Your husband brokenly whispered.

You answered by crashing your mouth with his’, your tongues tangling as your movements became almost frantic. Your moans grew louder, his thrusts grew harder, and you both clung to each other.

“Fuck- ‘m gonna cum-!” You cried out, your thighs trembling with each powerful thrust of The Blood God’s hips.

“Give it to me, my love, please…” His voice cracked on the last word, his begging making your back arch and white-hot pleasure wash through you.

He could already feel an headache start to bloom behind his eyes, and he sighed silently. The Voices were obnoxiously loud and his jaw hurt from grinding his teeth together. He didn’t have the time for this. The only thing keeping him rooted to the spot was the fact that… this was weird. The Voices had never acted in such a way. They clamored for blood, they made fun of him and sometimes hyped him up, but they never complimented someone else like this.

“…Can I help you?” He was struck out of his thoughts by your voice awkwardly greeting him, a bit creeped out by the fact he had been staring at you for a good five minutes without blinking. Technoblade cleared his throat as The Voices screeched incoherently.

“Nah, I’m fine.” You blinked at him, the two of you standing there in an awkward silence for a minute.

“I’ll… I’ll get going then.” You nodded once and turned around, walking away as Techno stared at your back like an idiot, trying not to bash his head in to make The Voices calm down.

TALK TO HER!

WHY DIDN’T YOU INTRODUCE YOURSELF, YOU ABSOLUTE BOZO ???

THE LEAST YOU COULD’VE DONE WAS COMPLIMENT HER, DUMBASS !!!

Yep, he definitely had an headache.

“Chat… I’m not going to... run after her to introduce myself like a pathetic loser. That’d be creepy.” Technoblade mumbled, to which The Voices cursed loudly in his head, making him grind his teeth against the pain.

He sighed through his nose, taking a few steps towards where you had stood, just to see if you were still around, when his foot hit something in the grass. Looking down, he saw a glass phial filled with a colourful liquid. Huh. Had you dropped a potion ? Picking it up, he turned it over in his hand and thumbed at the cork, closing his eyes in annoyance as The Voices came back with a vengeance.

“Fine.” He shut them up, tired of the throb of pain coming from his brain. Techno looked down at the grass and soil and easily tracked your footsteps, following the path they led towards a nearby lake. There, you were crouching down, filling an empty glass phial with water, humming softly to yourself. The Voices loudly spoke over eachother in Techno’s brain about the wind in your hair, or the sun on your skin, or even the way you crouched.

A few steps behind you, Technoblade frowned. You were... vulnerable. You hadn’t even heard him coming up, so someone could probably very easily sneak up on you. That wouldn’t do.

“Hey.” You startled at his voice, turning around, bewildered. You relaxed slightly when your eyes took in his cape and crown.

“Oh, it’s you.” You tilted your head, looking at him curiously, making him want to shuffle on his feet, which was ridiculous. The Blood God did not shuffle his feet because he was nervous.

“Yeah…” He trailed off, making you raise an eyebrow expectantly.

“You, um… dropped this.” He thrust his hand with the phial forward, like it was cursed, making you blink at the object and making The Voices cringe in unison, crying the lack of smoothness of the infamous Technoblade.

You took the potion from his hand, your fingers brushing his and making blood rush to his cheeks, a small smile on your pretty face.

“Thank you… um…” You looked at him expectantly, making him wonder what it was you wanted, before he jolted with a realization.

“Technoblade.” You smiled and it did not make his heart skip a beat, don't be ridiculous, chat.

“Thank you, Technoblade.” You put the potion in your satchel, as well as the phial you had filled with water, and got up from your crouching position, smiling softly at the half-man half-piglin. You offered him your name, and The Voices received it like gospel, already melting into prayer to you. Your hand came up and he took it by reflex, shaking it awkwardly as you spoke.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He grunted once, taking back his hand almost violently as a weird sensation climbed up from where you touched him and up his arm.

“Yeah… you too.” He cleared his throat as you looked at him, bemused. That look, like you could see right through his eyes and into his soul, it scared him. So, The Blood God, for the first time, fled. He turned on his heel, murmuring an half-assed farewell and power-walked away, not without hearing your bright chuckle.