MCYT Oneshots

c!Technoblade - Villain (pt. 2)

Y/N - Your Name

READER PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM

You grew quite fond of Technoblade in that one night, and decided you couldn't let your friends kill him.

You were going to help him escape.

Your breath was rapid, the situation weighing you down.

"Technoblade?" You whisper to his sleeping form. He shifts, grunting.

"Are they killin' me yet?" He asks drowsily, making you exhale in frustration.

"No. I'm- I'm gonna help you get out." You breathe, being extremely careful to keep your voice low.

Technoblade's head whips in your direction, trying to figure out if you were lying.

"Are you serious?" He asks.

"Yes!" You hiss, shifting closer to his cell.

"Heh?" He grunts, and you roll your eyes.

"No ones awake yet, so we're gonna have to move fast." You tell him, and he nods. He rises to his knees, red eyes scanning the windows of every house surrounding him. You quietly open the door, being careful to not make it creak.

Once the door is fully open, Technoblade creeps out. He cautiously glances at you. He didn't trust you.

"Come on." You whisper at him, motioning for him to come with you.

You both tiptoe out of the stone archway Technoblade had been brought in through, and into the forest.

You stop moving once you're far enough in, and Technoblade carries on a few paces, before turning to you.

"Don't tell me your chickenin' out now! We need to go!" He grumbled. You shrug. "This is as far as I can go, Techno. I need to go back." You tell him and he furrows his eyebrows.

"They'll kill you if they find out you helped me!"

"So?"

"So? I can't let that happen!"

"Why not, Techno?! You're free, you can go! You don't need to pretend to care about me anymore!" You snap and his eyebrows crease even further.

"Heh? What do you mean, 'pretend'?" He asks, and you pause for a second.

He actually cared?

Your world gets that little bit happier.

"Where will I stay, Techno?" You hiss at him, feigning being unconvinced to test how truthful he was being.

"With me!" He growls. Your eyes widen.

"With- with you?" You ask incredulously. You couldn't believe he was offering it.

"Of course! Now come on!" He orders. You pick up your feet, moving along to match his pace.

You're side by side with Technoblade, well, you were. Now, you're out of breath and starting to fall behind.

Without hesitation, Technoblade grabs your hand and starts dragging you along with him, navigating through the forest that made your head spin.

His hands were rough, but warm.

His fingers were calloused by years of handling weapons, but they were a comfort to you.

It felt as if yours and Technoblade's hands were made to fit together, like pieces of a puzzle. A perfect fit.

He comes to a stop in front of a hill, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Ok, there's a snow biome coming up, and you're not dressed for the snow at all." He explains, "so I'm gonna have to carry you... Uh, so you don't freeze 'n all."

You're understandably taken aback by his words, but comply. Technoblade knew a lot more about this area than you did.

He bends down, gathering you in his arms and pulling you to his chest. The warmth is incredible, like a living furnace. You can't help but snuggle into him.

"Careful there, Y/N. I may be the Blood God, but I'm still injured." He says, and you let out a small 'oh'. He chuckles and shakes his head. "It's fine, actually. Get comfortable. It's gonna be a looong walk." He mutters, smiling slightly.

You nod sheepishly, not sure wether to be careful or not, but in the end, he repositions you in his arms and you settle in that position.

20 minutes later...

Technoblade continued his trek through the snow and the ice, puffing out clouds of warm air. You snuggle your face into his chest, trying to hide from the cold. Technoblade chuckles, looking down at you and pulling you even closer.

"Cold?" He asks, and you nod quickly. This makes him laugh harder.

He rubs his thumb across the back of your neck comfortingly, yet you have a feeling it's a subconscious motion. It was still a welcome comfort, no matter the intent.

An hour later...

With teeth chattering, Technoblade announces that you've arrived.

You untuck your head from his chest to see where the Blood God had been living.

It's a pretty big house, wooden beams decorating the smooth white walls. Chimneys protruding from the roof, blowing out smoke. It looked so warm, so much like a home.

"It looks warm." You voice your thoughts and Technoblade chuckles. "Yeah, we'll get in and warm you up now." He replies and you 'woohoo' quietly, dipping your head back into his chest.

Inside the house...

Technoblade lowers you to your feet, and you sigh, taking in the heat inside the house. "This is nice." You whisper, and Technoblade nods heavily, going through chests and sifting through cluttered shelves.

"Aha!"

Technoblade turns around with a blanket in hand. It's thick and fluffy, perfect for heating you up.

"Thank you." You say as he hands you the blanket, and you swear you catch a red hue over Technoblades cheeks. 

You wrap the blanket around your shoulders, and start to explore the house.

There's loads of chests, all packed with supplies and various other items. There's big, hanging posters advertising a revolution against government and just Technoblade himself. Crafting benches and furnaces line the walls.

It's a very busy environment, but you feel like you could grow used to it.

"Techno? You're back?" Comes a voice out of nowhere.

You turn to Technoblade with a confused look. Who else lived here?

From upstairs, the person comes down.

Philza.

"Oh, hello?" Philza says, eyeing you with matched confusion.

"Uh, Phil, this is Y/N. They helped me escape." Technoblade tells Philza, and you give him a very sheepish smile.

Philza's eyes soften a little, but he's still cautious of you.

Technoblade walks up to you, wrapping a strong arm over your shoulders, pulling you close.

"C'mon Phil! Do they look like they could do any harm?" Technoblade says, making you whack him lightly. Technoblade chuckles, apologising lowly, through you had a feeling he was not sorry at all.

Philza sighs, walking up to you.

"Well then, welcome to the party, kid."