#technoblade x reader fluff

He loved you more than life itself, so when Phil broke the news to him that you were dead, he lost it. Standing in the living room of the home you had shared together, rage burned through him, his shaking hands ripping, shoving, destroying. By the time he was done, Phil had witnessed something he thought he’d never see.

Techno was weeping, sobbing, screaming for you. A broken man wanting the only thing he couldn’t have. For months Techno barely ate, barely slept, contemplated suicide daily. How could he live without you? Why would he even want to? Without you there was no meaning to his life. It was like a huge hole had been punched through his chest.

The absence of you was everywhere he looked, the little touches you had slowly added to the house over the years. Your perfume, oils and lotions on the white vanity in the corner of the room. Techno remembers vividly, when you had talked about wanting one and he worked for weeks to build and paint one you’d love. He sat for hours carving intricate designs onto the legs and around the mirror just for you.

The wardrobe filled with your clothes, the beautiful materials you covered your body with, he was always envious of them, they got to touch you all the time. Dresses hanging there that hugged your figure perfectly, that made his heart beat faster.

The bathroom filled with your sweet bath oils and bath salts, countless times he had come home from fighting and you drawn him a bath and washed him clean. Countless times had he taken you apart in the sweet smelling waters and steamy room.

The bed was the hardest to deal with, it reeked of you. The mouthwatering smell he wanted nothing more than to roll around in, it was always present when he slept. It was a slight comfort to him, but always left him distraught. He thought about sleeping downstairs but had to remind himself that he had destroyed the couch.

More time passed, around six months now since Phil had told him about your death. He was a hollow shell of himself, he had lost a lot of weight and always had dark bags under his eyes. He was surprised he was still breathing.

“Techno!” Phil had screamed, a dreaded, fear filled, confusion dripping scream. Techno sighed, it took so much energy out of him to simply stand. Feet practically dragging along the floor, he shuffled to the front door sparing a longing look to his axe of peace. Whatever was on the other side of his door was dangerous if Phil’s scream was anything to go by, and he was happy to let whatever it was kill him.

Opening the door and stepping out onto the wood panels just before the stairs that led down to the snow, red cloak and gold crown nowhere in sight, The Blood God isn’t who stepped out to fight, but a broken man ready to die.

That all changed the second he saw you. You who had been dead for six months, you who he had mourned for six months, you who was bruised and covered in cuts with blood dripping from them. You who looked just as starved and exhausted as Techno did, in fact you looked worse.

“Sweetheart?” Techno’s voice cracked as he uttered the term of endearment he hadn’t spoken in so long.

“Tec.” Your voice was small and fragile, your hand reaching for him. The clothes you wore were torn and certainly not enough to keep you warm in the freezing cold snow you had trekked in to get home.

He ran to you, feet moving quicker than they ever had before all so he could take you in his arms and hold you close. “I’ve got you darlin’, I’ve got you, hold on to me.” He used all his strength to help you into the house, Phil running to your aid too.

You took in the state of your home and honestly it was alot better than what you had expected. Glancing at your husband, he avoided eye contact sheepishly, normally it would have made you smile. You don’t even think you know how to do that anymore.

“Let’s uh, get you upstairs.” Phil said awkwardly, helping Techno carry you up into your bedroom, and onto the bed. You sighed in pure relief that you body didn’t have to hold itself up anymore, that you weren’t on a nasty cold stone floor too but the soft, Techno smelling, mattress you had been dreaming of for six months.

You were so happy you cried. You cried ugly, hard, loud. Letting all your emotions out. Techno was there stroking your filthy, greasy hair and holding your dirty, sore hand. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m just so happy, I thought this day would never come. I had convinced myself that it wouldn’t. And yet here I am. Home.” You sobbed out the words, looking at your husband through your tears blurred eyes, just about making out the crooked smile on his gorgeous face.

He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who had done this to you. But just seeing your relief to being in a bed, to being home, he knew you’d need time.

Phil went home after Techno had asked him to, they agreed not to tell anyone you were back until they figured out what had happened to you and by who.

Techno ran you a bath and took extra time and care into washing you off, he had to pull you out of the disgustingly mucky water and run you a new bath. This one you could soak in, allow yourself to relax, even when the clear water did dirty again, only a little this time though.

You saw the look in Techno’s eyes as he washed you and you knew, remembering the vow he made to you all those years ago; “I love you, it took me a while to say it I know. But I need to know you understand—“

“Understand?” You asked.

“How much I love you. I’d destroy empires for you. Pillage country’s for you. Kill for you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “If anyone ever even thought about hurting you, they’d be dead before they could finish that thought.” He growled, deep from within his chest. The ruby of his eyes shining brighter the more he talked about it.

“I understand.” Of course you did. You knew from the moment you said ‘I do’ exactly what that meant.

“You’re going to kill him aren’t you?” It was a question you knew the answer to but you still felt compelled to ask nonetheless.

Technoblade was just a man trying to get through life. He never wanted to be apart of the everlasting wars throughout the terrain. Getting dragged into them was another thing that ended up fueling desire in him, deep down he hated it, but it just became something, like a part of who he was. An anarchist who was out for blood.

But with you he was a completely different person. Sweet, caring, though he still tried hiding that about him. You knew whenever something was wrong or off. It would automatically click in your head. The way it did right now, he was an awfully quiet man. Usually keeping to himself, unless spoken to or something important was needed said.

You never knew what he wanted unless he specifically directed it to you. He had many ways of doing this.

Techno's eyes scanned across his home, the very one he built with the help of his then bestfriend, now partner.

He was exhausted, the battle of earlier had left him like no other had done. It was almost shocking to him, but it would take something greater to even cause him to flinch. All he was, was an exhausted man who seeked nothing more than solace and solitude with the person he loved.

His axe dropped to the ground with a heavy thud. The sound made you jump but you knew who it was.

His heavy footsteps, made their way into the room occupied by you. In there he saw his most favorite person in the world, reading a book on the couch. Your eyes instantly dropped onto him, your soft smile flatered once you'd seen his bloody condition. But before you could say,

"It's not mine." He said plainly.

Your eyes scanned his face," Well no, but those bruises and gashes are." You say.

You sighed and got to him, leading him to your bedroom. You pushed him to sit over on the bed, you then headed over to the chests in your closet, pulling out a first aid sewing kit.

"Your friend Ranboo came and asked for pots, so this will have to do for now. At least until he comes back tomorrow."

You say gently. Techno only nods his head, anticipating the pain of the needle. You slowly cleaned the areas most likely to get infected, a small dab of a alchohol dipped cotton ball would do it. You grabbed the needle and sutures, you got only to his face and began to thread the gash back together.

Techno flinched, causing you to almost drop the needle.

"I know, I'm sorry. We just don't want it to get infected okay?" You say softly, he gave a sound of affirmation.

You'd thrown in all of his clothes into a trough of boiling water, that you'd let soak overnight. Waiting for Techno to get out of the bathroom, you throw away blood soaked cloths, the ones you used to clean him up. You cleaned up as much as you could, thanking that the bed wasn't drenched in blood.

When he comes out he's dressed in a button up, and a pair of loose pants. You walked over to him and hugged him, relief setting over you, finding that he was still okay. He wrapped his arms around your form.

"Come on, it's getting late." You say as you'd both let go of each other. You blew out a torch and the only light was the one from the hallway and the moonlight from the window.

Techno made his way to the bed, pushing the covers down to accommodate himself. You followed, laying down right beside him.

Techno had walked through the portal with Phil and Ranboo at his sides. They had just gotten back from a three-day resource trip in the Nether. They were all sweaty and exhausted and all Techno wanted was to go see his lover.

He opened the door to the cabin they lived in with a sigh. It smelt like them, smelt like home. He found them sitting on the couch looking over a map. Their eyebrows were furrowed and they seemed stressed.

"You alright, love?" Their head snapped up and a smile graced their face.

"Now that you're back I am."

They got up off the couch and walked over to him. Their arms wrapped around his broad body and they rested their head on his chest.

"I've missed you so much. Some stupid village decided they had a problem with us living here since it was 'too close to their land' even though we live almost 500 blocks away."

"Sounds lovely," he mumbled as his head dipped down and kissed them on their forehead.

"Do you wanna go lay down? I'll meet you in there."

They looked up and smiled, pressing their lips to his, "Don't take too long."

"I won't."

He joined them in the bedroom with two mugs of hot chocolate. He laid down next to them and handed them a cup.

"Thank you."

"Of course, dear." He pulled them into his chest with his free arm and rested his head on theirs.

"I love you so much, hun. You look so cute here, I wish we could stay like this forever."

"I do too, Tech."

~~~

Kinda short but I hope I did this request justice. Stay safe loves, drink water, and eat food. I love you all!

Mcc was very fun.

All different kinds of games.

Everyone loved it.

But the only thing you didn't like was,

being in a different team.

You and Techno, in different teams.

You didn't hate your team or something, it wasn't anything like that.

But being an opposite team of Technoblade is very different.

You'd have to actually play against him.

Woah.

Well,

now it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter whether you wanted to be in the same team as Techno,

Because it was the final round already.

Dodgebolt.

And you were so glad your team wasn't in the finals.

Techno's team (sleepy bois) won, like, most of the games, the ones he didn’t win, you won, build mart, parkour warrior, and survival games, thanks to Calvin and Seapeekay.

There was a thirty-minute break before the final round.

You waved at your teammates as you ran to find your best-est friend in the whole universe.

Which was Techno of course.

"Princess!"

Oh right.

I'm a princess.

You mentally cringed as you ran faster in hopes of finding him as quick as possible.

As a princess, everyone is overprotective of you. It was so hard itself to participate in this event, to convince your father to let you participate.

Imagine being an adult and still being controlled over to make decisions.

That is why you loved Techno.

He would let you do anything you wanted.

Anything.

When you were with him, you were so free, you could feel like you could fly.

You loved everything about him.

His laugh, his ability to make everyone laugh, his fighting skills, his everything.

You want to go to the nether and be reckless? Techno will be there by your side.

Want to explore the cave at night? He'll be there.

Woodland mansion? Right here.

Baking cupcakes? Let him wear his 'kiss the cook' apron.

And of course, he had a way with words.

"I hate the word 'princess.' "

"That is why you are my queen."

You finally spotted Techno and grinned brightly, "Techno!"

He turned around as you immediately jumped on him to hug him, almost making him fall, but Technoblade never dies.

You pepper his face with kisses making him laugh, "Okay, okay, okay, stop!"

You grinned as you held both of his cheeks, "You were awesome! I am so proud of you!"

He smiled as he put you down and patted your head, "Thank you. You did good too, and parkour warrior? Honestly, that really caught me off guard. How did you get so good at parkour?"

You giggled shyly from the praise and dramatically batted your lashes, "Well, I learned from the best."

You got on your tiptoes as you leaned closer, just millimeters away from his lips,

"Princess, we have to get back now."

You gritted your teeth as you sighed and plopped back on your heels, making Techno laugh slightly.

You turned to the palace guards and smiled, "The event isn't over yet."

"It is for you."

Your smile dropped and your tilted your head, "Dodgebolt is left."

"Are you participating in it?"

Your lips slightly parted as you blinked, "N-no, but Techno-"

They took a step closer, "Then we have to escort you back to the palace."

You furrowed your brows and folded your hands, "No."

"We have orders from your highness-"

You rolled your eyes, fed up with their bs, "Fuck the orders."

Techno's eyes widened as his voices hooted.

Woah.

HOT.

DID SHE REALLY SAY THAT?

POGGG

You held Techno's hand, "I'm staying right here. I have to be here to celebrate when Master Technoblade wins."

"You think he'll win?"

You smiled with your chin held high, "I know he'll win."

AHHHHHH

MARRY HER

SHE'S ON FIRE

OH MY GOD SHE'S SO HOT

KISS HER-

"Techno? Let's go."

Techno blinked as he looked at you, then the guards, then back at you, and nodded, "Alright."

You both went ahead, but they still followed you.

You rolled your eyes as you hooked your arm with Techno's and slightly pouted, "I'll never get rid of them."

Techno's axe appeared in his hand, "I can get rid of them if you-"

You shook your head, "No! Techno, I was just- never mind, just put it away."

He rolled his eyes as it disappeared in his inventory, "Fine. But don't worry, we'll celebrate in peace."

You both arrived at the entrance of the arena as Dream happily approached you two, but you, for some reason, had your defensive mode on.

"Hey, Techno! best of luck-"

You protectively came in front of Techno, "FUCK OFF DREAM HE'S GONNA WIN!"

Dream paused, ".....That is what I was-"

You took a step closer to him, "BEAT IT HOMELESS TELETUBBIE!"

He frowned, "But-"

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN PARTICIPATE BITCH! GET OUTTA HERE!"

His jaw dropped, "THE ONLY REASON I CAME HERE WAS TO CHEER FOR TECHNO YOU MOTHER-"

He let out a loud sob as he just patted Techno's shoulder and ran away to George.

Techno raised a brow, "Are you on your toxic arc? Are you salty that your team didn't end up in the finals?"

You playfully rolled your eyes, "Yes, very salty. Saltier than the whole ocean. I didn't totally hold back just so you could win."

He chuckled as he pulled you closer to him, "You held back? Do you even have any skills to hold back?"

You scoffed, "Woah, and you say I'm on my toxic arc."

You both laughed as you leaned closer for a kiss.

But,

You felt a massive force pushing you away as you fell face-first on the ground.

Techno's eyes widened as he looked at you, then at the culprit who just grinned,

"JUST KILLED A WOMAN AGAIN, STILL FEELING GOOD!"

Techno snarled as his axe reappeared in his hand, "TOMMY-"

Phil's eyes widened, "We are on the same team boys-"

Wilbur tch-ed as he stared at you, "What a pity."

"Help me get up or I'll kill you."

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There you stood, tall on the roof, without a worry of the oblivious minds below. As you pulled your mask down to suck the dry air in, warm condensation escaped your open mouth. Dressed in all black, with a hooded scarf to conceal your identity further, you were invisible save for the vulnerability of your eyes. 

No matter the fear of isolation or disregard, you welcomed the darkness with open arms, for its shade offered both your protection and advantage over unsuspecting victims. 

Here you were ignored, yet here you were feared. A man may fight their enemies with courage or contempt, but fear overtakes any competence when one’s eyes fails to potentially protect from harm. 

Make no mistake that you were trained in skill to quell all threats against you, big or small, but when night fell and the sun took its leave, you held no chance of mistake, no chance of error; you thrived as a shadow that fed off the foolishness of false security.

Suddenly, a distant bark caught your attention ahead, the growl of a large dog scaring away the poor drunks that stumbled to close to the watchful guard. Narrowing your eyes before masking yourself again, you crouched before leaping across the slate tile, moving quick in graceful steps with no sound to alert nor follow. 

Only the moon could follow your haste, but as a rabbit that ran like prey, you cleared each rooftop to escape the steady gleam, no falter or pause in hopes of escape.

You were simply free. Free to run and free to fly, hidden in the open with nothing to restrain you but Helios himself.  

Once catching yourself on the dog’s home, you gathered your breaths and edged close to the rooftop’s end. Eying your descent, you mentally scanned the sudden drop and unexpectedly, jumped. You swiftly leaped to a neighboring house, grasping onto a window ledge before prancing to the opposing wall.

The homeowner may have stationed the dog on watch, but only a fool would leave their window open. 

Then again, one has nothing to fear on a secondary floor, nothing but the cold itself. 

You rolled once touching the wooden flooring, careful to carry the dense silence with your entry. As you steadied and climbed to your feet, your surveyed the space before you.

The room, big in spite of its outwardly appearance, was comforted with lush furnitures and proof of wealthy status. It looked to be an office, considering the papers stamped with official wax seals on a small desk.

Trinkets and useless knickknacks covered the walls with purpose of show and tell; the tellings that a proud man currently occupied the home. 

Slowly, you approached the desk with mild curiosity, reading over the open letters and inked replies. It was tempting, to swipe the words that held some importance regarding their appearance, yet a distant crackle briskly reminded you of your forefront. 

There was a roaring fire that glowed from another room, its warmth contrasting the harsh weather outside that few were fortunate enough to fight against. Following its flicker, you found the very man dozing away on the ground, inches away from the oversized bed. In his hand, you found a bottle of burning liquor, likely empty with the contents spilled near its opening. 

Also, of course, with the majority spent on the passed out drunk. 

You scoffed before walking over him, disgusted by the likes of which the riches of a prosperous nation was spent on, and what such high authority figures were meant to be. 

From his office and your own prior intel, you knew that the man was a nobleman of the Arctic Empire, well off with too much to spend or properly utilize. He was a specifically shady figure, suspected of capital crimes and greedy intents that dismissed those that worked unfairly under him. He was a criminal with a name and money to hide behind. 

‘Noble? What a pathetic irony,’ you internally mocked. A term defined with high moral principles and ideals, was simultaneously shared with the political scum that held no concern for the people that suffered at the hands. It was pathetic. It was infuriating to know such waste saw themselves more deserving of the air you shared, of their importance for upsetting the scale of worth. 

Although he made a fine victim to target for riches or assets, you followed your research on him with one intention in mind. 

As you ignored the man behind you, you crossed the bedroom to a locked cabinet, tucked between bookshelves with knowledge wasted away on the useless imbecile. 

You gathered the lock in your hand and studied the piece, somewhat admiring the technical mechanics it took to engineer such a device. To think mankind could produce such technologies with an idea and purpose to protect. 

A simple lock may guard the treasures behind its vault, but it could only do so much against the genius of understanding its inner workings. 

Removing the tools necessary from your side holster, you made quick work of the device, all while keeping the sleeping idiot in the room in mind. In seconds, with a click and release, you pulled the lock away with a victorious smirk, your eyes giving away your brief success. 

You paid no mind to the creak the wooden doors released, focused on fulfilling your objective entirely. Lined in neat rows, likely counted by the selfish man every evening, were dozens of thin bottles, all various in colored glows. 

Potions. 

Potions, while not rare, were difficult to find in such numbers. They were expensive to obtain and particularly so for the common folk. Physicians and medical personnels had small grants to obtain the elixirs in mind for their practice, but even then, grants could only get one so far. 

Especially when corrupt distributors gate-kept the commodities from the lower class, high prices and poor quality traded in for human integrity. 

It was despicable and clawed at the temptation to do something to the same man that lent a hand in, or quite possibly began, such corruption. He only laid mere feet from you; the work would be quick, it would be clean, and even more so, rewarding. Time hung still and the thought clouded your vision, your eyes drifting to the sleeping figure, defenseless and exposed.

You weren’t a monster. You may be thief, a good one, but you were no monster. Only the type to steal from one. 

Shaking your head, you cleared your mind to the task at hand. You opened your drop leg pouch, disregarding any fascination you had for the types of concoctions, the miracles you currently held in your hands, and shoved as many as you could away. 

You refused to leave without every single one.

Finishing quickly, you silently eased in knowing half the work was finished. More importantly, the harder work. You closed the now empty cabinet, fixed the lock back in place, and moved. 

No victory was as glorious as the time to bask in one’s success, but that time would need to wait when the risk of being discovered didn’t still linger. That, and when you weren’t standing in the disgusting home of a drunk, entitled sot. 

With a final look to confirm your stealth, you made you way to the exit, your exit, but paused at the sight you missed when initially coming through. 

Flowers, innocent yet all the same beautiful, sat in a small vase on the console table, all below the open window. They were a soft blue and bright in stark contrast to the drear cast of the room. It was a wonder such color could exist in the home by the man’s choice, yet even more so in the arctic where plants were a scarce commodity. 

You stared on a moment longer before a loud groan interrupted your gaze. 

The noise echoed deeply as you stilled before soft snores followed after. Knowing it was unlikely for the man to completely awaken and find you, you relaxed slightly but moved all the same. 

The flowers did not escape your temptation unlike all things previously against the man, however, and as you toed on the window still, your body refused to move in knowing what was next you. You glanced back down at the beauties and softly caressed the petals between your fingers. 

It was both humorous and exhausting, the things you found fascinating. 

Sighing while removing the bundle, you adjusted your grip on the wet stems with one hand and readied your leave, reliant on the other hand alone. Finally, you ended your stay.

Flying into the night, the shadows rejoiced as they then became one. 

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The tithe barn was daunting at this time of night, or in theory, day. 

Though the peeking crevasses exposed the burning lanterns within, its size in contrast to the lesser buildings forced a feeling of chills, implementing the thoughts of what could lurk within. 

It followed the unsettling fear of darkness many felt; a fear in which you already immersed yourself with.  

Noting your surroundings and the, lack thereof, people near, you climbed down from your perch and proceeded towards the large doors; your first steps on the hard earth since the night began. 

You paused once in front of the entrance. Despite the doors being locked, you chose not to ready your kit, and rather instead reached behind the stacked crates along the barn doors. While some would disregard the tossed cases, you knew better when your hand blindly grabbed a rope, tugging the tight line repeatedly before waiting. 

At first, nothing came. You huffed impatiently seconds on and reached to pull again, only for the doors to fly open and light flood your vision. Rubbing your eyes, you glowered harshly at the man before you. 

Callahan seemed all too pleased at your annoyance, cross armed with a raised head, and he continued to leer down until your facade faded into a tired grin. You pushed past him to enter the grand space, blinking repeatedly to adjust to the lighting. 

The barn was old and worn, rustic in its own regards with little to its name. As the district you stood in now developed beyond the fields which once fed the kingdom’s economy, there were too little crops to fund the farming community. Homes were built on the farm lands, but luckily, due to its abandoned state, the massive storage system made a perfect refuge from the high of felony.  

Nevertheless, with that space, came the need to fill it. The high ceilings were strung with lanterns aglow, secured humorously with arrows through the wooden beams. Despite the risky fixture and limited lamps, the refuge felt welcoming enough to hide within; bright and secure to create one’s own safe haven, yet soft and hidden to uphold a feeling of peace.

Old pieces of furniture and appliances also crowded corners and some areas of the room. In the very middle, however, was a round table, with chairs tucked around. Five to be exact. Any debris or piles of clutter laid a path to the table, with other tables stationed sporadically around it. 

You walked past boxes, mostly of old farming equipment, and settled against one of the supportive beams near the mid table. It was only when you began removing your gear, did Callahan address you. 

“I do not remember flowers being part of the errand.” His words were slow but his hands quick as they moved in swift notions. Although you couldn’t hear his tone, you understood him enough to read through his body language, seeing a slight contempt with your tendencies to become distracted. 

While minuscule, such annoyance was placed on your found treasure, the flowers, this time round. Said flowers which were currently laid on the table across you. 

Glancing back down to remove the final articles of clothing that protected you from the cold, you grunted when pulling off the buckle to your pouch; with its removal, the glass vials chimed against your movements. 

You smirked when gently tossing the bag to him, rising to meet his eyes. 

“I make with more gold than we could carry between the five of us, leave the flowers be.”

Callahan pointedly ignored your words, completely entranced when opening the leather flap to the potions, warm colors which glowed against his skin. You silently laughed when he said nothing further, unexpectedly turning towards the round table to lay the vials down. Following him, you threw your outer wear on an old rack and watched him respectfully. 

“And?” he signed. You knew to wait for him to finish before responding. After he organized the elixirs by type, he finally gave you his full attention. 

“Easy, as usual.” Your response earned a scoff, and a disbelieving shake of his head. 

“Your arrogance will be your downfall,” he scowled, rude but teasing. His statement, one you’ve heard before, made you beam in pride. So many warnings yet here you stood before him, without a true downfall in history to write. 

“What arrogance?” you questioned in false confusion, head titled with a pouted frown. With your chin supported by your fists on the table surface, you were met with a deadpanned expression, prompting you to giggle uncontrollably. 

Callahan, a man of few words, was a menacing one all the same; quiet and resourceful, he was more observational than his nature let on and could seem neutral till his eyes made your defeat.

It was, if anything, a mercy and show when he stated his opinion to you; a way to convey how much he cared enough to warn you of your flaws. 

“You share the same weakness as Dream,” he stated. His blunt response interrupted your fit, and you paused in visual surprise to the announcement. Ever stoic, his stormy blue eyes revealed nothing beyond the surface of his words. 

It didn’t help that his lips remained fixed in a tight line, neither showing amusement or displeasure with your character. You licked your lips before squinting at him.

“Pride?”

He stared on, with only the lanterns’ flame to fill the dead silence. Finally, he gave a rare, smug smile. 

“Ignorance to a fault.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself away from the table to sit down properly. You refused to admit your defeat to his taunts and attempted to change the subject at hand, leaning back dangerously far with your feet to support. Your expression was masked as a serious look overtook your features. 

“How will you go by distributing them?”

With your formality came his. Callahan stood tall before gesturing to a large board that housed a map of the entire kingdom, along with notes pinned to certain areas of the paper. 

“By necessities.”

He walked over to write something new in, grabbing a near quill to add your recent success in the potions heist. While you couldn’t deny the gratification that filled you when he changed the board’s progression, a frown tugged on your lips when overlooking the entire board, where more notes outweighed all developments. 

Callahan hesitated, an action that edged you on its own, before fully facing you from the distance. 

“The resource dam in the Empire has been present ever since the end of the Plague two cycles ago,” he began, walking closer until hunched over the table. “The dangers of crime has only grown significantly in the last cycle.”

“Crime, aye? How atrocious.” Sarcasm practically radiated from you, but from your weak smile and lowered hands, it was clear the information was hard to joke around. It was something you were well aware of before beginning your own crimes, but the news was still just as hard to process each time presented. 

Deliberately ignoring you, Callahan continued to progress his point further. 

“If the King is as blind as we suspect, it is likely veins of corruption have already taken root.”

You nodded while down casting your eyes. Hands wringed, an overcast of thoughts stormed your mind. There was no denying the basic facts of what was clear, especially when the evidence was in how the people suffered and how little action was taken by the King, himself. 

No matter your opinion or disdain to high authority figures, King Zephyrus was beloved by his people for good reason. Whether that reason be lost to you, it was irrelevant to the case of how the people treated their King, and how they were being treated in turn. 

The Plague, realistically, held a huge significance to the suffering of the people in the age of recovery from the destruction and outbreak; however, it couldn’t be blamed for all when there was a lack of aid to recover from its impact. 

Everyone suffered from its impact, whether that be the royal family or your own. 

Exhaling tensely, you looked back up to Callahan’s awaiting eyes. 

“Thoughts?” you asked. 

“This is not our normal routine,” Callahan began, grimacing to his own observations. “We cannot possibly redistribute the resources fair with our numbers, least with our situation.” 

Pausing, you fell quiet.

‘This was a voice of defeat,’ you realized, staring incredulity. You pushed yourself up harshly, your chair falling back from the action. Paying no mind to the noise, you spoke slow yet angrily at the connotations. 

“And what of the people we swore to help?” Eyes unforgiving, you refused to back down when challenging Callahan’s. Though his were regretful, they were just as unassailable as yours in that very moment. 

“You and I both know we swore to no one and have no ties to anyone here.”

If possible, his words infuriated you even more. You signed faster than your thoughts could carry, lost in irritation to the idea of surrender, of submission to the likes of capital corruption. 

“Yet we are here with a reason to try!”

“What worth is there to try when all efforts are in vain?” Callahan’s pace matched your own, exasperated to the conversation, argument, at hand. It was clear he didn’t want to fight on the subject more than you did, but he was stubborn just as you were to back down from his position. 

It was a flaw in your relations, how stubborn you both could be as friends and colleagues. Though it angered you, you had no one to blame but yourself when surrounding yourself with incompetent men. 

As you breathed deeply to control your frustrations, Callahan spoke lowly to you when holding his perspective firm.

“Understand that we have no loyalty to anyone but ourselves.” His words cut deeper than what was seen at face value, and you understood what he hinted towards unintentionally. 

‘Ourselves,’ you internally repeated. ‘Nothing is more important than us, nothing is worth more than us,’ is what he means. 

You scoffed aloud, free of humor or jokes. Speaking aloud, your voice rang strong throughout the space as you leaned forwards with your hands pressed to the table surface. With your eyes in slits, you glared threateningly, no longer cordial nor benign. 

“I refuse to abandon a cause we have barely begun.”

“Y/n—”

“You’re back!”

Reaching unconsciously for your concealed dagger, you flung the weapon towards the unknown voice. Disputes or squabbles, any argument wasn’t as important as an unannounced threat, specifically in your locked, center of operations.  

You raised a second dagger to shield Callahan and you, but as your eyes adjusted to the high of adrenaline, the sight of your dagger in hold of the assailant caused your position to slack. 

“Sapnap,” you exhaled, limp from the relief and exhaustion of your previous endeavors in the night. 

In his hand, he caught your dagger inches near his face. While you were relieved he saved himself from your attack, you were well aware of his capabilities to protect himself; to protect himself against grander threats than a simple dagger. 

“Loose something?” he questioned, brow raised from the sudden strike. He tossed the blade into the air, before catching it properly and throwing it back at you. Seizing it by the handle in mid aim, you sheathed your blades altogether. 

“How did you enter without alerting one of u—”

“You see,” Sapnap started, interrupting you shamelessly, “I tried. Multiple times.”

Sharing a glance with Callahan behind you, he shrugged before turning away, leaving you to deal with the nuisance that is Sapnap. You rubbed your neck shyly from your lack of observation. “Apologies,” you quipped. 

Like you previously did moments prior, there was a triggered pulley that was implemented to alert Callahan, or anyone within the base, to unlock the doors from the inside. As you were heated in an argument with Callahan, both of you likely failed to notice Sapnap’s call for attention.

And failing to give Sapnap the attention he demanded was almost as dangerous as the pyromaniac when in battle. 

“Wait a second,” you voiced, brows furrowed in confusion, “how did you even enter when we failed to open the door?”

“Ahh,” he smiled, gesturing behind him to the open doors blown from the evening wind. “The doors are in need of another repair, Callahan may want to correct his faulty lock.”

You both knew Callahan’s devices and instruments were unparalleled to anything ‘faulty,’ and that Sapnap forced his way in impatiently. 

His brute personality brought ease back into your shoulders and a steady smile to your face. He returned it in full, and suddenly pulled you into him for a suffocating embrace. 

“You were taking some time to return, we were worried.”

Flailing briefly in his arms before giving up entirely, you pitched your tone mockingly, “we?”

The crushing weight holding you went loose, exposing him to his lie. Although you began to try your attempt, you forgot that Sapnap had no shame when forced to the truth. He squeezed you tighter, causing you to gasp in surprise. 

“Alright, I meant me, yet can you blame me? You were taking so looooooooooong.” His whines rang loudly in your ear, and your groan rivaled it in sound. 

With a final shove, you managed to remove his hold on you and breathe. Hands on your knees, you could hear him chuckle in reaction and slowly join him; despite his high energies, Sapnap was a bright wonder that coincidentally knew how to remove the tension of a room. 

Once you gathered yourself, you straightened up to look at him tower over you. His smile faded into something dimmer, but not from anything foul. Raising his brows with crossed arms, the question went unspoken. 

‘Successful?’

“Of course,” you replied aloud, sighing a smile from the need to question. Unlike Callahan, Sapnap felt no need to tease or remark, only grinning proudly with a hand on your shoulder to congratulate. 

“I had no doubt.”

The sudden presence besides the both of you called your attention, Callahan seemingly annoyed with the two of you standing there. You looked away, still upset with your exchange, while Sapnap huffed theatrically. 

“Why are you still here?” he dragged out, childish and abrupt. His tone made you laugh again, like always.

“I am unsure myself,” Callahan retorted impassively.

With his hand still on your left shoulder, Sapnap reached his other onto Callahan’s. He pushed it off, only for Sapnap to replace it again. You snickered from his play. 

However, short of patience to give, Callahan forced Sapnap’s hand off more aggressively before stepping forwards, hand motions stiff and expression hard. 

“Do not distract more than you intend. Dream is waiting.”

‘Dream?’

“Waiting?” you questioned. Sapnap only looked down at your voice, uncharacteristically reluctant to meet your eyes. 

“Sap?”

From his shut mouth, you grew more concerned by the second. Extending your hand, you cupped his cheeks reassuringly with a soft nod. If your voice wavered in fear of what there was to tell, he made no reaction towards it.

“What is it?”

Sapnap sighed, and finally, dared to peek his eyes from his lowered head. 

“He’s found it,” he murmured. 

“Found…”

“The answer.”

Eyes wide, you held no hesitation when grasping Sapnap’s arm anxiously. 

“Take me to him, now.”

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With the comforting smell of Techno surrounding you, the weight of exhaustion creeped up and tugged at your eyelids until they slipped shut and before you knew it, you were drifting off to the land of dreams, a place where your cramps were forgotten. You weren’t aware with how long you were asleep for, but it didn’t feel like it was long enough. The only reason you weren’t going to break down about it was the fact that you could feel the warmth of a familiar arm gently curl around your waist, ever so slowly pulling you back until you were pressed up against an even warmer chest.

“Sorry,” You peel your eyes open with a small content sigh and tilt your head just far enough back to see the apologetic wince of Techno, pink wisps of his fringe falling over his eyelashes, “Did I wake you?”

“Mm, no, don’t worry about it.” If he hadn’t have woke you up, you knew the cramps would have. You much preferred the idea of being woken up by his warmth and caring hands rather than the stabbing pains that made you want to tear out your own uterus. It was an easy choice, honestly.

Groaning as you shifted to roll onto your back for a more comfortable position, you side eyed Techno with a pursed smile while trying to wiggle up to rest against the headboard, “How’d the trip go? You weren’t out for that long, I thought you would have been at least a few more hours.”

“I promised you I would be back as fast as I could.” He watches your movements for a few seconds, eyeing the way you wince subtly before one of his hands travelled from your waist to your lower stomach, making sure not to put too much pressure on the tender spot. The sudden feeling of heat seeping into your skin was almost enough to have you melt into a puddle of mush. “That, and I only went out to get you something.”

You almost missed his words, lost in the heat that rolled from his gentle touch, fingertips rubbing soothing circles over your skin in a way that had your head spinning. He was your own personal heat pad, a beacon of light that swept away the waves of pain that came trembling through your aching body. Opening your eyes that you didn’t even register had closed, you gave a gentle hum, “You didn’t have to, you know. I’ve got everything I could ever need right here.” Your own hand was quick to envelope the one on your stomach, fingers weaving together.

With a light snort, Techno gave your hand a soft squeeze, “You don’t even know what I got you yet.” Keeping his hand in its place underneath your own, he twists his body around and reaches behind him, rummaging through something he had hidden on his side of the bed. He turns back to face you after a quick search and holds out his hand, “Here, I thought this would soothe some of your pain.”

“You got me chocolate?” The words you spoke came out as a quiet whisper, lips twitching up into a grin after the sudden shock had passed. “Techno…” Of course he wouldn’t tell you about this before he left. Anything to keep his stoic and pride in tact it seemed.

But as you stared down at the chocolate in his hand, you suddenly didn’t feel like it would help you. If anything, it would only bloat your already aching stomach. One bite of it and it would head straight to your hips, as if you needed to gain anymore weight as it was. Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you reach over and close Techno’s hand over the chocolate, your stomach already pinching painfully at your rejection of his gift.

“That’s really, really sweet, Tech… But, you can have it.” You watch as his eyebrows furrow in confusion, his eyes shifting from the chocolate that was still in his grip to your small apologetic smile. “I’m not really in the mood for something sweet.” Your uterus disagreed, making you flinch in surprise with a short hiss, both hands flying to your lower abdomen.

“(Y/n), it’ll help with the cramps. Phil told me-“

“Well Phil isn’t a woman, now is he?” You snap, head snapping back to his direction. You instantly regretted your tone, seeing Techno pull back in surprise. “Sorry, I’m sorry.” Sighing, you pull the covers up to your chest, snuggling back into them and turning onto your side, back facing your boyfriend. “I didn’t mean to say it like that, it’s just…”

“I know.” While you weren’t facing him, you could feel the gentle stare of Techno on the back of your head. He shuffles around behind you for a short minute before the warmth of his arms slide back around you, his chin settling nicely between your shoulder and neck. “Phil told me that your emotions would be all over the place too…”

You both sit there in silence, his breathing being the only thing you could really focus on. You hated this, you hated the fact that your own body would betray your actions, your choices and your own words. Its like you had no control, which you suppose was true in some ways.

“You’re beautiful, you know. Even when you’re mad at me.” His words vibrate through his chest and into your back, lips barely touching the shell of your ear as he continues speaking, “I have an idea on why you don’t want the chocolate, but I really think you should eat it. It’ll help your pain.” He places a tender peck to your neck, his fringe brushing past your cheek and tickling your nose.

“I did want it, I did.” You begin softly, hands running up and down one of his arms that hang from over your waist, “I just don’t think my body needs to feel any more sickly. I haven’t eaten all that much today but I feel bloated, I feel sick and I feel like I don’t deserve something that’ll take away the pain. I mean, it only last for a week, maybe a few days at least.”

“You deserve the world.” Your heart hammers painfully in your chest at his sincere spoken words, eyes fluttering closed as his hand moves away from your touch to reach over and gently cup your chin between his fingers, “You might only go through this pain for a few days, but its monthly. If there’s any way I could at least ease some of it, you know for sure I’m going to find a way. And what you said, about feeling bloated and not deserving of something that’ll take some of the pain away. I highly disagree.”

Pushing yourself to turn around and face him, you could barely stop the stinging sensation of tears building up behind your eyes at the tender words he spoke so delicately. It was something different coming from him, something other than the deep rooted and gruff voice of his. With your chin still being held between his fingers, he raised his other hand and caressed your cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles over the apple of your cheek.

“I wish you could see the you that I see everyday. The woman that I get to wake up and fall asleep beside, she’s a warrior, she’s dependable, patient, deserving, she’s everything I need in my life and I need to keep that smile on her face for as long as I live.” His lip twitches upwards at your own watery grin, a choked laugh escaping you as you shake your head, “It’s true. All of it. You’re perfect, perfect to me.”

“Okay, okay!” You couldn’t hold back the waterworks anymore, the dam having already broken behind your eyes. Sniffling with a chuckle, you leaned happily into Techno’s touch, watching him behind glassy eyes as he wiped at the tears with his thumb, his smile widening at your laughter. “Gosh, you’re so cheesy. I love it.”

“Alright, don’t get ahead of yourself, nerd.” He briefly chuckles, leaning his head down to connect your foreheads together. “I’m only cheesy for you.” He leaves a chaste kiss to your wet lips, your eyes crinkling at the edges as you grin into it.

“Hey, you wanna share the chocolate with me?”

“For you, of course.”