𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 | 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐒𝐌𝐏

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧

Countless situations of where Dream found them or him piled up into his head, Tommy was unable to shake the thoughts off.

Dream slicing or ripping off his wings with great force, killing Tommy for leaving him. Guilt tripping. Manipulation. Abuse. Blowing up his new found valuables. Killing his fami-

- knock - knock -

"Hello?" Tommy snapped out of his daze.

"You're still awake?" A deep, but calming voice entered the room.

Technoblade opened the door gently, this time bare feet hitting the floor instead of steel, he was in his pajamas, a plain white t-shirt, and cotton, navy pants.

"Tommy, it's three in the mornin-"

Technoblade turned his gaze to the clock on Tommys wall.

"Never mind, four in the mornin'."

Techno didn't seem mad at Tommy for being up this late, more annoyed that the boy hasn't slept yet.

One of the things Technoblade values most in his life is sleep, so seeing Tommy refuse to sleep like this confuses him.

The pinkette had noticed Tommys sleep schedule was fucked up, but this kid was staying up until all hours, staring at a wall. How boring.

And he was also refusing to sleep, constantly saying he wasn't tired, but he was so tired. The stress was slowly getting to him.

"Fuck off Blade, I'm not even that tired."

Technoblades ear twitched.

"Tommy, I hate to break it to you. But you look tired. You need sleep."

"I don't need it if I'm not tired, Blade. I look handsome and pog and better than ev-" The teen snapped back before quickly being interrupted.

"What, do you want some warm milk or somethin'? Is that what kids need to help them sleep better?"

Techno seemed to be talking more to himself more than Tommy, ignoring his loudly whispered yelling, telling him that he's not a fucking baby anymore and that he doesn't need warm milk to sleep.

At first Tommy thought the piglin was joking, but of course, the blade left the room and went straight to the kitchen, opening the fridge.

There's no way he'll fall asleep with milk. You need to put something else in there.

The voices cooed in his ear repeating difference variations of that sentence, and they were right. The old wives tale of warm milk making you sleep is complete and utter bullshit. There's no sleeping potions mixed into it or anything.

Wait

Sleeping potions-

He's got a few of them lying around, somewhere. A smile tugged the corners of his lips. Gods, he's so smart.

Technoblade tip-toed room from room, hoping to find some, but ended up waking up Phil in the process.

"Mate, what the fuck are you up to at 4am?" Phil said groggily, yawning. Making Techno yawn too.

"--Tryna make the kid go to sleep."

"Wha-" Phil rubbed his eye.

"Do you know where any of the sleeping potions are or the ingredients for any?"

"There's a few sleeping potions in the cupboard in the bathroom." Philza even didn't want to question anymore, he just wanted to go back to bed, so he did.

Techno walked up the stairs, not very sneakily this time though. He had already woken up Phil, Tommy hasn't slept, and well, he doesn't know if Ghostbur sleeps or not. Probably not.

He's probably in the spare room scribbling away at a sketch pad, sketching the night away.

There ended up being two perfect un opened glass bottles of the remedy, hiding away in the bathroom.

Technoblade just hopes the potions aren't out of date. He doesn't even remember making these.

The piglin popped the cap off with his nail, smelling it briefly.

Nope, not out of date. He breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn't have to get out his potion books and equipment at this time in the morning.

He then scurried down to the kitchen, getting out milk, a pot, and turned on the stove.

The Blade grabbed a clean spoon, and he mixed the clear potion into the milk. Thank god it was clear, Tommy would lose his mind if he knew he'd done this.

Luckily for him, in this world if you mixed a potion in with something the potion would replicate the others taste, so he didn't have to worry about that, thank gods.

Why is he doing this, it's literally four am. Techno is just as tired.

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"Right. Here, brat." Technoblade shoved the mug of milk into Tommy's hand's.

"Big T. I'm not five years old."

"You sure? 'cuz you're sure actin' like one, refusin' to sleep properly and all."

"..Technoblade"

"Hm?"

"Are you sure Dream can't find us? Like are you completely positive and sure?" Tommy fiddled with the mugs handle.

"For the millionth time, yes. I'm positive that Dream will not find us."

Before Tommy could protest, Techno spoke again.

"Now drink your milk and go to sleep."

"Fine, man" The blonde said, dragging out the 'e' in fine and 'n' in man, using a whiney tone. It made the piglin want to cover his ears. But that would be rude. They twitched instead.

"Alright, Goodnight then Tommy."

"G'night Techno."

The pinkette opened the door and left, and started heading to his own room.

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The avian stared at the warm mug, realising he was a little bit thirsty.

"I am not a child." He whispered, gulping down the milk.

Then for the first time in ages, Tommy wanted to sleep. He didn't care about Dream anymore, just sleep.

Maybe things would be okay.

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THERE U GO BFFS- kind of a filler but that's okay

Thanks for reading ;) <3

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