Technoblade Oneshots

It will never sink in. (D)

Hey y'all! This hasn't been edited but it's angst and Dreamnoblade.
Warning: Death, Angst

Techno turned around when Dream put a hand on his shoulder, his pink hair swaying with the motion. And god, from this angle did his eyes look unfairly pretty. The deep red looking so bright, Dream nearly had to look away. He couldn't help the red flush that covered his cheeks and moved to the tips of his ears. Thank god for his mask.
Dream got snapped out of his reverie by Techno waving a hand in front of his face, wearing a teasing smile.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer,"
Dream took a deep breath, steeling his nerves.

"Uhm, Techno, can we talk in private please?" He almost mumbled, feeling weak in the others presence.

"Sure. Stop acting so nervous, Smiley. After all, nothing's gonna happen. If it did they wouldn't be able to defeat me,"

Techno let out a prideful smirk, already walking off and leaving Dream to follow like a lovesick puppy. When he thought they'd gotten to a place of reasonable distance, he stopped and turned to the man.
"What did you need, Masky? Better not be here to try and ambush me," he got more serious at the end, but relaxed it into a look of nonchalance.
Dream stuttered for a second, being too gay to comprehend how cute Techno was.
"W-well, uh, I- I-"
"Hurry it up, Smiley. I gotta farm potatoes soon," Techno said, feigning annoyance but just wanting to farm (Plus he was hoping for a confession).
"I- I LIKE YOU. A LOT!!" He burst out, closing his eyes.
"Pathetic." His heart dropped as he teared up. What did he expect, to be loved by a god like Techno? He internally laughed at himself.
"Damn, I can't believe you got there before me,
the great Blood God. Pathetic that I wasn't the one to confess first."

Dream moved his head up so quickly he was sure he got whiplash, staring at Techno in disbelief.
"H-huh-,"
"I like you too, dumbass," Dream felt the man step forward and hug him tightly. He could describe how perfect it was forever. Techno was so warm. So comforting, so sweet, even if he didn't show it.
He get the man pull away and place a kiss on his forehead, chuckling lightly and walking away.
He felt his heart skip a beat.

So why was he here now, standing above Techno's body? Where did it go wrong?
Why was Techno here, on the floor, and why wouldn't he wake up?
Technoblade never dies, Dream refuses to believe he's dead. Even as he sinks to his knees and sobs, gripping his hair. It never sinks in. Even as he sits at his funeral, tears dripping down his face, it doesn't sink in.
He doesn't cope with it, he silently cries, feeling numb. It will never sink in.