#switch!technoblade

Phil could, for the first time in what felt like forever, say he felt at peace.

All three of his children —technically, only one was actually his son, but he treats them all as such— were in the other room, and Phil could vaguely hear what was going on as the door was cracked open. He could hear them messing around and laughing like they were kids again. Phil had been so stressed lately, but his family being together again had wiped it away. There was a small smile on his face, he hadn’t even noticed.

It was a very loud shriek that broke the avian from his thoughts. He quickly rushed to the room, swinging the door open with a look of panic. It was quickly switched with relief as he realized what was happening.

Wilbur had Tommy trapped in his lap, the blonde squirming and kicking relentlessly as his older brother scribbled all over his stomach while Techno gently squeezed up and down his thighs. “GUHUHUYS!”

Phil stood in the doorway, waiting to see if he’d have to step in or if any of them would notice he was there. He watched as the youngest tried, and failed, to push away the hands of his brothers through his pleas.

“Something wrong, Toms?” Wilbur smirked, switching to pinching up and down Tommy’s sides.

“Yeah, you’re laughing an awful lot. Did we say something funny?” Techno’s smirk matched Wilbur’s.

“YOHOU’RE TIHIHICKLING MEHE!” The blonde went limp in Wilbur’s lap, then realizing Phil was in the doorway. “PHIHIL, HEHEHELP!”

And there was his cue. He stepped into the room, spreading his wings to get the attention of the twins. It worked. They both ceased the tickling, looking up at Phil. Tommy just curled up and hid his bright red face behind his hands.

“Oh, hey Phil!” Wilbur grinned innocently, elbowing Techno in the ribs as a silent way of saying to do the same. Which he did, after flinching with a muffled “ow.” He slightly waved to Phil.

“Hello Wilbur, hey Techno,” Phil crossed his arms, looking down at his sons.

“Mind explaining this?” The avian gestured to Tommy, who was still curled in a ball and giggling —assumingly from the ghost tickles.

“Hm? Oh, we were just messin’ with our little brother, ‘s all,” Techno smiled, bringing one hand to prod Tommy’s side which caused xem to flinch and giggle even more.

“Yohou tried to kihihill mehe!” Tommy whined, getting up and speed-walking to stand next to Phil, who wrapped his non-damaged wing around the teen.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Tommy! Besides, we all know you like being tickled anyway.” Wilbur’s innocent smile turned into a smirk when the younger blonde’s face went bright pink. Xey opened their mouth to protest, but they couldn’t seem to find words to say so he just shut his mouth.

“Well, they’re not wrong on that one, mate.” Phil smiled, bringing up his wing to brush along the back of Tommy’s neck for a second. Xey ducked away and went back to sit in between Techno and Wilbur, light giggles pouring from their lips.

“You aren’t exactly safe here, either, Tommy,” Techno spoke flatly, but he had a smirk on his face as he gently spidered across Tommy’s stomach, emitting a squeal from the younger.

“Why ahaham ihi always the taharget!?” He whined, scooting closer to Wilbur and curling in on himself. It took everything in Wilbur’s power to not coo out loud.

“Probably because of how ticklish you are,” Wilbur stated like it was an entirely normal sentence. Tommy sat up straight and immediately started yelling.

“Everyone in this fucking house is ticklish, not just me!” Tommy exclaimed, exaggerating xeir statement by talking with their hands. Phil shrugged, silently saying “fair.” Techno, however, gave a look of disagreement.

“Everyone?” Techno repeated. “I’m not. I don’t even react to it.” Tommy tilted his head like a confused dog.

“Bullshit! Look!” Tommy sprung up and tackled Techno down. The pinkette immediately started fighting back, the two of them rolling on the ground trying to get the upper hand while Wilbur and Phil watched. It ended with Tommy keeping Techno pinned down, holding his wrists away so he couldn’t fight back.

“Tommy, don’t evEN-“ Techno cut himself off, pursing his lips and squirming as Tommy clawed at his upper ribs through his shirt, the fabric doing absolutely nothing for protection. Tommy had a wide grin, Techno’s struggling being very evident.

“Laugh for me, Techno!” Tommy yelled before ducking xeir head down and blowing a raspberry on Techno’s neck. That broke the damn, high pitched huffs of laughter emitting from the pinkette below the teen.

“Tohohohommy! Gehet awahahay!” Techno pressed his arms down more, trying to scrunch up his shoulders but failing with Tommy’s head in the way.

“You really walked right into that one, mate,” Phil commented with a small chuckle, Wilbur giggling at the scene next to him. He snuck a few pokes to Techno’s side every now and then to see him jolt and complain, “Wihilbur!”

Techno free’d his hands, pushed Tommy off and scooting to sit 5 feet away. “That wahas not necessary.”

“It was very necessary, in my humble opinion,” Wilbur grinned and brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around themself. “Seeing the big, tough Technoblade get taken down so easily by tickling will always be amusing.”

“Big talk for someone who screams from a mere poke to their ribs,” Phil piped up, walking over and kneeling next to Wilbur to poke at his upper ribs— to which Wilbur, well, screamed at.

“PHIL! Fuhuck off!” Wilbur backed away, moving closer to Tommy and “hiding” behind xem.

“You think I’ll protect you?” Tommy turned to look at Wilbur. “Hell no! It’s your turn, dickhead!” Tommy quickly turned around and pushed Wilbur down, easily pinning them and digging xeir fingers into his ribs. Wilbur shrieked, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists and trying to push them away.

“TOHOHOMMY, NOHO!” Wilbur threw his head back, their body jolting when he felt a hand start squeezing at his side. It was Phil.

“I think it’s time you’ve had a turn, yeah? Come on, mate. You were just making fun of Techno for how ticklish he is, but I’d say you’re even worse.” Phil spoke casually, bringing his hand down to pinch and drill his thumb just barely above Wilbur’s hip bone. Wilbur screamed louder than any of the other three boys had ever heard, and again when they felt another hand scribbling under one of his knees.

“NOHOHO! NOHOT AHAHALL OF YOHOHOHOU!” Wilbur covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the growing red hue that spread quickly across his face and muffle their laughter at the same time. “PLEHEHEASE!”

“Aw, Wil, you’ve gone all red!” Tommy exclaimed, which made Wilbur’s face become an even darker red. Xey snuck a hand under Wilbur’s shirt, and lightly traced the scar on the brunette’s stomach. Wilbur squealed, grabbing onto Tommy’s arm and actually getting them to stop. The blonde slightly jumped, suprised that Wilbur actually got him to stop. At the pause, Wilbur quickly turned the tables on Tommy and got xem on the ground. The two started wrestling, both of them fighting for the upper hand as Phil and Techno now watched.

“I’ll bet a stack of emeralds Tommy loses,” Phil muttered. Techno turned to look at the older.

“Deal.”

The two watched as Wilbur and Tommy wrestled, both very dead set on getting the upper hand. It ended with Tommy being pinned down, followed by shrieks of laughter as Wilbur started scribbling all over xeir stomach.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy grabbed Wilbur’s wrists as he threw his head back. “PHIHIHIL! TEHECHNO! HEHEHELP!”

The two men in question looked at each other, back at the scene in front of them, and each other again. They gave each other a look that said “Oh, we’ll help alright.” And then, they both waited a second before pouncing. Techno tackled Wilbur, and Phil went for Tommy. This is not what exactly Tommy had in mind when xey called for help, but at least Wilbur was getting what he deserved at the same time.

Wilbur was caught entirely off guard, landing on the ground next to Tommy with a yelp. “Techno-!? What the fuhuck are you dohoing?”

Techno quickly pinned Wilbur’s hand’s under his knees, but he was careful enough not to hurt them. Techno didn’t speak a word, yet. Phil did the same to Tommy.

“Well, Tommy asked for help. So we’re helping,” Techno deadpanned with a small smirk before vibrating his fingers just above Wilbur’s hip bones, getting a loud shriek out of the brunette.

“I meant both of you go for WilbuhUHUHUR— PHIHIL!” Tommy shrieked at near the same pitch as Wilbur once Phil snuck a hand under Tommy’s shirt, started spidering all over xeir stomach and brushing his wings up and down their sides.

“TEHEHECHNOHO! FUHUCK OHOHOFF, MAHAN!” Wilbur pulled for his hands to be free, but they were weakened from the tickles, therefore failed inevitably.

Techno pretended to think for a moment, as if considering the “request.” “Hmm.. Nah, I think I’ll pass. This is quite adorable, to be honest. Might do continue for a while.”

Wilbur felt the heat rise to his face, he swore it had gone bright pink just then. He whined in embarrassment through his loud laughter.

Tommy was stuck in his own tickly heaven hell. Phil had his wings targeting their neck and ears, which alone would make him melt and giggle away. But Phil also had a finger dipped and wiggling around in Tommy’s navel, the other fingers digging and scritching around it, and his other hand scribbling and squeezing xeir hips. It was torture. Did they love it? Yes. Was he still gonna call it torture? Also yes.

“THIHIHIS IS TOHOHOHORTUHURE!” Tommy tried to free xeir hands, he really did try. But he was weak from the tickles and how hard he was laughing, so he made no progress in freeing them.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Toms~!” Phil grinned, bringing a hand to pinch at his ribs for a few seconds before returning to their hips. Tommy’s face was the same shade of pink as Wilbur’s.

Wilbur struggled through shrieks of laughter, trying to free his hands. Techno laughed at him, but then Wilbur actually free’d his hands. They immediately grabbed Techno’s forearms, pushing him off and pinning him down. Well fuck.

“YEHEHES, WIHIHIL! GEHET HIHIHIM- AAHAHAH!” Tommy shouted, shrieking as Phil blew a raspberry directly on xeir navel.

“Let’s see how you like it!” Wilbur exclaimed, vibrating his fingers in the gaps between Techno’s upper ribs.

“WihihIHILBUhur!” Techno whined through laughter. Now, Techno wasn’t insanely ticklish— the least ticklish one out of SBI. But it was still pretty bad, to him.

“TechnoOooO!” Wilbur mimicked, giggling to himself as he suddenly shot his hands to Techno’s underarms, drilling into the hollows to elicit a small scream, small snorts following after.

“That will never get old,” Phil commented, smiling as he noticed Techno’s ears go red. Then he got an idea. “Say, Tommy, do you snort like that?”

He knew the answer; yes. But he wanted to torture the kid.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy lied, trying to get Phil off of xem before he could do anything. Phil raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Alright, so I’ll go ahead and just—“ Phil cut himself off as he wiggled a finger in Tommy’s navel, causing the younger to squeal as snorts peppered through his laughter. Phil grinned, “Jesus, you and Techno really are brothers, aren’t you? So cute, honestly.”

“Shuhuhut uhup, Phihihil!” Techno thrashed around, desperate to get Wilbur off. But now he was more determined— to get Phil for that ‘cute’ comment. He’s Technoblade! He isn’t cute, he’s intimidating! Scary! Mean! Not cute!

“Christ, Techno, I thought you were a pig, not a buhull.” Wilbur laughed, struggling to keep the pinkette pinned down.

Techno reached over, squeezing Phil’s side which caused the eldest to fall off of Tommy out of surprise, giving xem a break.

“Gotcha!” Techno grinned, pushing Wilbur away and tackling Phil before he could escape. “Laugh for the laugh god, old man!” Techno exclaimed before digging his fingers into Phil’s stomach, scribbling and pinching around the spot and smirking as the man fell into a fit of high pitched laughter. Tommy snickered at the sight before him.

“Yeah, how do you like it, bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, leaning over to poke Phil’s side, but xey were pulled back before they could do anything. Damnit.

“Isn’t this nice, Toms? Those two are busy, now I can get some quality time with my little brother!” Wilbur exclaimed over Phil’s cackles before tasering the younger blonde’s sides.

“WIHILBUR! Nohoho!” Tommy attempted to squirm out of Wilbur’s grasp, but was quickly weakened as the brunette blew a raspberry on the back of xeir neck.

“Why not? Does it tickle too much? I’ve barely done anything,” Wilbur teased, sneaking a hand under Tommy’s shirt to scribble at his bare stomach, relishing in the squeal that emitted from his brother.

Phil was having his own “problem” with Techno, desperate to escape this tickly heaven hell, but Techno was stronger than the man and so he was trapped. “TEHEHECHNOHO!”

“Yeah? What’s up old man? Something botherin’ you?” Techno’s voice was monotone as always, but there was a slight tease to his tone as he vibrated his fingers between the gaps of Phil’s ribs.

“YOU KNOHOW WHAHAHAT’S WROHOHONG!” Phil cackled, slight wheezes escaping from how much he’d been laughing.

“Do I?” The pinkette smirked, leaning down to blow a raspberry on Phil’s neck, eliciting a squeal.

“Wihihil! Lehet mehe gohoho!” Tommy whined through giggles as Wilbur traced shapes into the sides of xeir stomach.

“I’m hardly doing anything,” Wilbur chuckled, “But I can do worse. I think I will, actually!” Without warning, Wilbur blew a raspberry onto Tommy’s neck and dug his fingers into xeir stomach, scribbling and spidering around the sensitive skin. Tommy screamed.

“WIHIHIHIL! NOHOHO THIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAIR!” Tommy squirmed, trying to wiggle their way out of Wilbur’s hold, but it was no use. Wilbur was far stronger than xey were, especially right now.

“Are you trying to escape from me?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so, giggles. You’re trapped in my tickly, tickly grasp~!” Tommy’s voice went bright red, the brunette’s teasing tone was insanely flustering.

Wilbur rested his chin on Tommy’s shoulder, blowing air on the blonde’s ear before whispering, “Tickletickletickle!” Tommy’s ears flushed the same shade of red their face had, letting out a whine at the tease.

Tommy’s arms were trapped, but they could somewhat reach behind him. And he did, latching onto where Wilbur’s back meets their sides, and lightly squeezed the spot as much as he could. Wilbur let go of Tommy to remove xeir hands, and Tommy fell forward. “TOHOMMY!”

Wilbur looked up at Tommy, narrowing his eyes at the younger. “Oh you want to fight? I’ll give you a fight, you little prick!” Wilbur exclaimed before tackling Tommy down, the two of them rolling around on the ground and fighting for the upper hand. Both poking and prodding different spots to attempt to weaken the other, high-pitched giggles emitting from the both of them.

The fight did not end, however, it switched to the two of them tickling each other at the same time. Tommy scribbled over Wilbur’s back, occasionally pinching at the backs and sides of their ribs, and Wilbur was poking and squeezing around Tommy’s stomach and sides. The two shrieked out curses and protests at each other, wide smiles on their flushed faces.

Techno looked over at the two rolling around on the floor together and grinned, “You two are adorable.”

“Ihi wihIHIHILL KIHIHILL YOHohou TOHOHOMMY! Bahastahard!” Wilbur squealed, getting hold of one of Tommy’s wrists and holding xeir arm above their head before using his free hand to vibrate his fingers on Tommy’s underarm. Tommy shrieked, immediately falling defenseless and bringing xeir free hand to push away Wilbur’s— which resulted in Wilbur now having hold of both of Tommy’s hands.

Wilbur quickly pinned Tommy by sitting on xeir legs, holding their arms above their head with one hand. “You messed with the wrong person, Toms~” Wilbur teased, grinning evilly as he saw the teen’s widened eyes and bright red face. “Now you will face my wrath of tickles, you little prick!” He quickly lifted Tommy’s shirt, blowing a long raspberry right in the middle of xeir stomach. Tommy screamed, and Techno paused his torture to Phil to look over.

“Are you trying to murder him?” Techno questioned, a smirk on his face when he saw the state of the demon hybrid below Wilbur.

“I said I would!” Wilbur exclaimed before leaning down to blow another raspberry, directly on Tommy’s navel.

“FUHUHUCK, WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, squirming left to right and bucking xeir hips as much as possible. It was torturous. He loved it… but torturous.

Phil had practically melted on the floor, being given a break by Techno. He himself was unsure if he could take anymore tickles; he was pretty tired by this point. He noticed the pinkette about to start again.

“Tehechno- nohoho mohore..” Phil was quiet, luckily Techno had very good hearing and he let up, getting off of Phil and sitting next to him. Maybe the good hearing wasn’t very good for Techno himself, given the high pitched screeching coming from Tommy right next to him as Wilbur continued to wreck the youngest of the four.

“PLEHEHEASE WIHIHIL!” Tommy bucked his hips more as Wilbur brought down their hand to pinch and drill his thumbs into both of xeir hips. Tommy started trying to push Wilbur away, so the brunette quickly pinned Tommy’s hands under his knees. He was careful not to hurt Tommy in the process.

“Aww, is it bad?” Wilbur teased, “Thought you were a big man, Tommy! Surely you’re strong enough to handle a little bit of tickling, right~?” Tommy shook his head frantically through shrieky laughter and giggles, kicking his legs as much as he could with Wilbur sitting on them.

Wilbur brought up one hand to dig their fingers into Tommy’s ribs, vibrating his fingers in the gaps and pinching at the bones. His other hand switched between pinching at Tommy’s hips to scribbling over xeir stomach. “THIHIS IHIHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!”

Wilbur smirked, “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” He leaned down to blow a raspberry on xeir neck before whispering in their ear, “Tktktktk~” The brunette’s smirk turned to a grin as he watched Tommy’s blush spread to his ears and down his neck.

“Flustered, Tommy?” Techno commented from beside the two, gently pinching Tommy’s side and chuckling when xey flinched with a small squeal.

“FUHUCK OHOHOFF!” The youngest shrieked as Wilbur blew another raspberry on their stomach.

“That’s not very nice, Toms. Be nice to your brothers,” Phil spoke up with a small smile on his face. Tommy whined as now everyone in the room was against him.

“THEHEHEY’RE BEHEING DIHIHIHICKS!” Tommy tried to free his hands to bring his arms down. Xey were desperate to defend themself from this torture. Wilbur had his free hand scribbling and digging his fingers into Tommy’s stomach, he wasn’t being too rough so that it wouldn’t hurt, only tickled. Badly.

The demon hybrid squeaked as there was a soft, feathery feeling on his neck— Phil’s wings. The mixture of gentle and rough tickles were almost unbearable. “OHOhoh fohOHOR FUHUCKS SAHAKE! PHIL!”

“You haven’t once said stop, Tommy, we know you love this~” Techno teased lightly, smiling at the flustered state of the younger as he delivered a few pokes to xeir side.

“Look at him, all red and flustered! Awh,” Phil cooed, scribbling his fingers against the side of Tommy’s neck.

“Xey’re so ticklish, it’s just so adorable. I may not be able to handle it, I might explode from the cuteness.” Wilbur joked to Techno and Phil, slowing the tickles as the three of them talked about Tommy as if he wasn’t even there. This flustered Tommy more than it should have.

“Ihihi aham RIHIGHT hehehere!” Tommy giggled out, finally freeing their hands to push Wilbur’s away and cover his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry Tommy. Do you need all of my attention on you? You need more tickles? Is that it? Hmm~?” Wilbur teased, poking at Tommy’s stomach and allowing xem to keep their hands free. Under one condition.

“How about we play a little game,” Wilbur grinned, eyeing Techno and Phil. The two immediately understood what he was about to have Tommy do. Wilbur gently grabbed Tommy’s wrists, focusing back on him as he lifted their arms. “You keep your arms up like this, and you can’t let them down. Or else.” They spoke in a teasing tone, his grin forming more into a smirk when the look on Tommy’s face mixed with panic, excitement, and flusteredness. Xey nodded, already trembling at the sight of Wilbur, Techno, and Phil with their hands in the shapes of claws. He’s so dead. A dead man. Gone.

Wilbur looked at him with a look that said, “Ready?” Tommy nodded again, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and taking in a sharp breath to brace himself, but it wasn’t much help as he immediately shrieked at both of Wilbur’s hands digging into xeir stomach, scribbling and pinching and tasering against the sensitive skin. Techno soon followed, squeezing up and down Tommy’s thighs and occasionally scribbling beneath their knees. Not a good day for Tommy to wear shorts. Phil joined in, his wings brushing against Tommy’s neck and ears while he used his hands to pinch and scribble on xeir sides and ribs. This was entirely TORTURE.

“GUHUHUHUYS!” Tommy screamed, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold them up. How was he expected to do this!? They could have at least made it easier for him!

“THIHIS IHIHIS UHUHUNFAHA- AAHAHA WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs as best as he could and bringing down their arms to shove at Wilbur’s head as he blew a long raspberry on xeir navel, then taking a breath before going back to nibble on their stomach. Tommy’s laughter fell silent for a second as he threw his head back, immediately screaming again before falling into laughter once again. He could hardly speak, really only making out the words “FUHUHUCK!” and “NOHOHO!”

Wilbur obviously noticed that Tommy brought his arms down, but he also noticed how his laughter had fallen silent for a moment then grew to be raspy as the boy could barely even speak anymore. He wasn’t going to continue, not roughly. He gestured for Phil and Techno to stop as he let Tommy go. Wilbur immediately pulled Tommy to a hug, gently rubbing his back as a gesture of comfort and resting their chin on xeir head. Tommy breathed heavily as he buried his face against Wilbur’s chest, taking in big gulps of air as he began to relax in Wilbur’s hold. Phil cooed out loud at the two.

“Did I, or, we, go too far, Toms?” Wilbur asked, his voice gentle. Tommy shook his head no.

Eventually, Tommy looked up at Wilbur. His face was bright red, dried tears on their face, now with a small smile and still squinted eyes. Wilbur couldn’t help himself;

“Awwh!”

Tommy hid his face again out of embarrassment, yelping as Wilbur stood up and moved Tommy to carry xem bridal style. Techno placed a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder as he got a look at the teen in the brunette’s arms. He smiled fondly.

The four men all silently agreed on just relaxing in the main room of the house. Tommy stayed huddled close to Wilbur, clinging to him like a koala to a tree branch.

He may have been tired —all four of them were, honestly, but Tommy especially—, but that didn’t stop him from delivering a few pokes to the three men he was surrounded by, smiling at the small yelps and muffled giggles from each of them.

🦙🦙🦙…

Cool obsidian welcomed Dream’s tired body as he slumped against the wall, allowing himself to rest his eyes as he cradled his throbbing knuckles. The prison cell made all its familiar noises - lava gurgles, crying obsidian pops and fizzes, and the occasional chime from the Elder Guardian spell. The only unfamiliar sound, was the occasional page turn from his new innate.

“How’re your hands?” Dream startled at the voice, peeling a single eye open to address the piglin hybrid, who lay comfortably in front of the lava-fall, quill in one hand and book in the other.

“They’re…They’re alright,” Dream examined his hands. Blisters had formed on each knuckle, and his right hand was most definitely swollen. That’s what he gets for punching an obsidian block for 24 hours, he sighed. They were nothing in comparison to the scars that he had received from Quackity though…

“Might give it a couple of days before we move onto phase 2 eh?” Techno said, after glancing over at Dream briefly.

“That might be good..” The prison noises returned once again. “Why are you lying so close to the lava?”

“It’s warm.” Dream scrunched up his nose at how relaxed the response was. He really was treating this all like a vacation. He had even taken off his cloak and draped it over his lectern. “Plus, the crying obsidian is kinda eerie, the lava drowns out the sounds.”

“Yeah, the crying obsidian is… interesting.” His eyes drifted to a nearby block, watching as the electricity danced along the surface of it. “I tried to create a nether portal, Sam found me out.”

“Ah, smart move by him.”

“Hav-have you touched it yet?” Techno’s ears twitched at the tone and the slight hesitation, turning to looking at the green man in his corner.

“No..? Is that something I should put on my to-do list?” A curious spark flickered through Techno’s eyes as he watched a subtle pink tinge make itself apparent on the boy’s cheeks. It did not appear to hinder Dream’s confident tone though.

“Are you bored?” He asked. Techno looked down at the various arrangement of squiggles he had drawn in his notebook.

“Perhaps.”

“Then yes.”

The rivals locked eyes, the challenge now apparent in Dream’s slight upturned lips. Techno’s eyes flickered between him and a patch of crying obsidian on the wall. His curiosity was peaked.

“Why..?” He questioned suspiciously.

“Eh, it’s just interesting,” Was the only answer he got, along with a shrug that was clearly not genuine. Still, his interest remained peaked, and he lifted himself off the ground slowly.

“Whatchya doing?” He asked when Dream stood too, watching him visibly flinch in the process.

“I’m coming over to watch.” Technoblade examined him, unconvinced by his excuse, but convinced that nothing bad could happen by touching an obsidian block.

“Fair enough.”

Tentatively, but not too tentatively, he crept closer to the wall, laying an outstretched hand across the surface when he reached it. The obsidian pulsed beneath his palm, little electric shocks pricking his skin. He watched the particles leap out, entranced by not only their royal blue colour, but their flickering movements.

“Wanna know the best part?” Techno stifled a jump as Dream’s voice appeared from right next to him.

“And what would that be?”

Perfect, he had fallen for it. Dream couldn’t help the devilish smirk that pulled at his lips, as he listened for the zaps and pops around the cell. He had learnt to time them quite well.

3… 2… 1…

“WAh- Dream? What are you- AHAHAHAHAHA!?” Techno couldn’t even process what had happened. One minute he was peacefully staring at the flickering blue sparks, next minute Dream had a shoved him against the wall, and bolts of electricity had thrown themselves into his nervous system. He twitched and cackled uncontrollably as the sparks frolicked across his skin, finding each nerve ending and buzzing mercilessly.

Dream smiled along with Techno’s cackle, following him as he slid down the wall and curled up on the cell floor.

“Whahahat- Whahahat is hahahahappehehening???” Techno’s cackle had become light and squeaky.

“I don’t know!? You tell me!” Dream teased, throwing in a few quick squeezes to Techno’s side and poking his ribs. He was careful not injure his hands in the process.

However his attack was abruptly cut off as Techno managed to swiftly gather, and effectively disable his wrists. He looked to Techno in surprise. Surely the effect hadn’t worn off already?? He still had at least 2 minutes left??

“Youhu- you really thohought I was gonna let you do that forever?” Dread pooled in Dream’s stomach as Techno sat himself up, still with an iron grip on his wrists. He had never seen a look of vengeance quite like this, not even on Tommy.

“I- ugh- look I- um. Hehehey Techno??”

“Dream, you know I grew up with two little brothers right?” He began to reel Dream in, finding it relatively easy considering the guy had been eating only raw potatoes for six months. “You know they used to pull these kinda stunts on me all the time right?”

Dream babbled out a few unfinished protests, attempting and failing to yank himself free from the grasp. Techno spun him round, pulling him into his chest and wrapping his arms around Dream’s middle, resting his hands on his ribs.

“Wahahahhihit, wahahit Tehechno come ohohon.” Dream whined through anticipatory giggles. Techno smirked, beginning to wiggle his fingers lightly over the bones.

“Already giggling before I’ve touched you,” he tutted, “You’re almost as bad as Tommy, you know that?”

“Stahahahahap EEEE!!” His laughter picked up when Techno began scribbling. He began to squirm, kicking his legs this way and that, and trying to batt away Techno’s hands. Techno chuckled at the squirming, and then migrated his scribbles to Dream’s belly, pinching and prodding at the skin through his hoody. Dream convulsed, wheezing hard and then falling into hysterical cackles as Techno slipped his hand under the hoody and began to knead into the muscles.

“TEHEHEHECHNOHOHO!!!”

“Yes Dream?”

“I CAHAHAHAN’T!!!”

“Can’t what? Can’t believe how much it tickles?” He paused his attack as a noise in the far distance caught his attention. Dream still giggled away, even after Techno had stopped, but immediately sat up when he saw Techno’s ear twitching.

“Oh god, they’re coming.” He whispered. Techno nodded, calmly standing and patting down his clothing. He helped Dream up, watching as his facial expressions quickly morphed into glimmers of worry and anxiety.

“You alright?” He asked after retrieving his cloak from the lectern. He laid a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, surprised to see him looking so scared. So he really wasn’t lying about the torturing then…

“I can’t even defend myself..” He mumbled. Techno watched as he stared down at his shaky, bruised hands.

“Well if it’s just Quackity I have a plan.” He offered, watching as the lava flow began to descend. He had had to deal with Quackity on multiple occasions in the past, and he had a few persuasive techniques up his sleeve. This crying obsidian business just made it all 10x easier.

“What do you mean you have a plan?? He has a netherite axe and a netherite sword!! He’ll just kill you!!”

“Oh Dreeeeaamm!!” Quackity’s voice boomed across the lava lake. Techno observed as Sam flicked the leaver, initiating the piston drawbridge.

“Watch and learn Dream, ok?” He turned to Dream, who was no longer standing next to him, but shrivelled back into his corner of the cell. He let out a sigh. A whole two months of this huh?

“Technoblade!! How’s it going man? How’s your visit to Dream going hmm??” Quackity taunted once he stepped foot in the cell, a bounce in his step. Techno watched as the bridge disappeared beneath the glow of lava once again, eyes falling upon the suspender-wearing ravenette.

“Quackity.. You set me up, once again.” He stated nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest. Quackity chortled, dropping his voice to a lower tone.

“Well you’re just gonna have to stop falling for them aren’t you.” His voice seethed with the confidence that came only with power, as he pulled out a netherite axe from behind his back. Techno scrunched up his nose, he stank of Goverment.

“I see you’ve been treating Dream well.” He kept his eyes on Quackity’s, looking for hints of fear that may still remain from their last dispute. Beneath the obvious, - and might he add - well placed scar, he located the undeniable shimmer of hesitation.

“Yeah!! Isn’t that right Dream?! We’ve been having heaps of fun!!” The ravenette laughed, tossing the battle axe over his shoulder, twirling it in his hands.

“FUCK YOU!!” Dream spat from his corner, practically scrambling up the walls when Quackity begin to staunch over.

“Oh yeah? Oh yeah?? You wanna speak to me like that? You wanna- Techno?” Quackity stopped in his tracks as Techno side stepped in front of Dream, arms still crossed. “Techno?! You’re saying you’ll take a blow for Dream? Wow that’s so sweet Technoblade! I might even shed a tear.”

“You won’t do it.” Techno stated, still keeping his eyes on Quackity’s.

“Wha- Yes I will?” Quackity look a step back in defence, but readied his axe and positioned himself into a poor fighting stance regardless.

“Do it then.”

“Ok I will!” And with that, the ravenette swung his axe at Techno, who merely ducked under the blow, and grabbed Quackity by the back of the neck as the weight of the axe spun him round, shoving him roughly into the wall. And yes, he had ensured that it was crying obsidian.

“What the FUHUHUCK!!” Dream watched in disbelief as Quackity was thrown into the wall, already being thrown into giggles from the buzzes.

“Alright Quackity, we’ve been here before. You gonna make your way back over that drawbridge or am I gonna have to embarrass you in front of Dream?” Techno teased into Quackity’s ear, enjoying the goosebumps that patterned over his pale skin.

“Whahahat the fuhuhuck is thihis?!” Quackity shivered, he spoke through gritted teeth, unable to control the titters that flowed out of him. Why the fuck had Sam never mentioned these fucking walls? He tried to struggle out of Techno’s grasp with no success, eyes widening when he felt him dislodge his sword and axe from his person, tossing them across the room with a loud clang

“WHAT THE FUHUCK ARE YOU DOHIHING!!?”

“I’m disarming you.” Techno stated calmly. “You gonna be good a scramble back across that bridge now?” He tapped his fingers over Quackity’s ribs as a warning, earning a strangled screech. Sure he could’ve used the weapons to kill Quackity right then and there, but Techno knew far too well that killing a man would not get him out of prison. No.. he’d hunt this little ducky down later. For now he just needed to convince him to leave before he sees the hole in the floor.

“Wahahahit Techno, Techno!! We can tahahalk about thihis, we can tahahalk about- AHHCK!!” Techno flinched as a audible zap was heard from the wall, causing Quackity to spasm and fall into hysterics, just as he himself had done earlier. He allowed the man to collapse to the floor, following him down and adding in extra pinches and squeezed to his ribs and hips.

“Oh we can talk, don’t you worry... See Dream? Told ya I had a plan!” He gloated, looking up and watching as Dream slowing emerged from his shadowy corner, the discarded weapons on the floor catching his attention. Technoblade’s enthusiasm was immediately replaced by concern, as a he watched a familiar look dart into Dream’s eyes. He knew the look well; ‘kill’.

“Dream.” He warned, moving his hands to squeeze at both of Quackity’s hips. “Not here.” Dream shot him a glare of distaste, eyes flickering back to the weapons on the floor.

“Cmere, I’ve got an idea that’ll be better for the long run.” Dream nodded hesitantly, before breaking his gaze with the weapons and creeping over towards him and Quackity, kneeling beside them. Quackity shot Dream a glare out of the corner of his eye, however the intimidating intention was lost beneath his hysterical giggles, as sparks shot through his body from his hips.

“FUCK OHOHOFF!! Not youhuhu tohoho!! SAHAHAHAHAM-!!!” His desperate call for his partner was cut off by a hand clamping his mouth shut.

“Don’t be doing that now..” Dream warned. Quackity’s eyes widened as he nodded his head, acknowledging the danger that burned in Dream’s eyes.

“Why not Quackity? I’m sure Dream deserves some revenge doesn’t he?” Techno’s voice was still as calm and monotonous as ever, ignoring the threat Quackity was receiving.

“You’re telling me I could’ve avoided 2 months of torture by just tickling him?” Dream growled, removing his hand from his tormentors mouth once he was sure he had made his point clear. He watched in disbelief as the ravenette twitched and turned on the floor, cheeks turning a brilliant red in colour.

“Yeah.. look we’ve had our run ins before as you are aware.” Techno stated, moving up to dig into Quackity’s ribs. “And just between you and me Dream, this guy is awfully persistent until you start tickling him. He always gives in after that.” Dream nodded thoughtfully, reaching out hesitantly to squeeze at the ravenette’s kneecaps.

“I CAN FUHUHUCKING HEAR YOUHUHU- AHCK!!” A new wave of hysterical laughter washed over Quackity, as he tried to shake his leg free from Dream. How did this always happen to him?? He swore that putting Dream and Techno in the most secure prison on the SMP wouldn’t have been a problem! But it seemed that he was wrong…

“He isn’t telling us to stop,” Dream observed, smirking a little when a blush crept up Quackity’s face and ears.

“FUHUHUCK YOUHUHU!!”

“Oh yeah he never does. Just kinda takes it for a bit and then leaves.” Techno explained, drilling into a specific rib that had produced a shriek.

“It’s almost like he wanted to be tickled..”

“Mm yes it does appear that way.” Techno hummed in agreement. Quackity’s face burned, but he stubbornly attempted to batt away Techno’s hands.“Ok Quackity, this is what we’re gonna need from you. You’re gonna waddle your way back to Sam, and you’re not gonna come back here for- hmm i don’t know- a week or two? Recon that’ll be long enough Dream?”

“Yeah, sure,” The blonde shrugged, migrating his squeezes up Quackity’s thigh with his good hand. Quackity felt as though he could die right there. But what would he tell Sam??

‘Whoops sorry! They tickled me so much that I left my fucking weapons in the cell with the prisoners?!?”

He’d rather take his chances here.

“SAHAHAHAHAM-!” Quackity yelled again, causing Dream to hiss out another threat, but he was cut off by the whir of the piston bridge. Quackity’s eyes lightened, craning his neck to watch the lava sinking.

“Quackity are you ok??” Sam’s voice echoed, bringing a smile to Quackity’s face, and a scowl to Dream end Technos.

“YEHEHEHES!!!!” Techno rolled his eyes at his enemy’s celebration, getting up and following Dream away from the netherite barrier, sliding the weapons back across the floor towards their original owners. There was no point in trying to threaten both guards at once. He turned around to face the creeper-hybrid once the piston bridge stopped. A look of disproval and confusion was laced all over his face, as he watched a very flustered Quackity pick himself off of the floor.

They exchanged a conversation, too soft for Techno or Dream to hear, but they watched as various, exasperated gestures were thrown towards the weapons on the floor, the wall of crying obsidian, the two prisoners and then back to the floor again regardless. A groan from Quackity and a face palm from Sam marked their point of departure, leaving the two inmates alone once again.

“Well that was… interesting..” Dream finally spoke after the lava returned.

“Indeed.” Techno agreed, moving back towards the lava. “Almost got us some weapons.”

“I can’t believe he liked it!” Dream stated, ignoring Techno’s comment. Techno smirked to himself.

“That makes two of you.” He said, a slight teasy tone to his voice, turning back to face Dream to show him his smirk.

“WHAT! What is that supposed to mean??” Dream’s pink tinge from earlier returned to his cheeks.

“You know what it means. Don’t think I didn’t notice your little blush from earlier. I’m Technoblade I know these things.” He chuckled when Dream gaped out a few wordless protests, his blush transitioning to a deep red.

“Oh shut up..” He mumbled, resuming his position back in his corner. Techno chuckled again, also returning to his book. The regular sounds of the prison cell returned once again, only this time, Techno was much less threatened by the pops and fizzes of the crying obsidian.

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im writing an emerald duo fic rn but i simply wanna write more techno and not like, ficlets, but actual lONG fics

preferably lee techno, but i can do ler techno too