Did You Ruin Me? (Or Was it the Weather)
Chapter Three - Meeting
Word Count: 1k~
Rating: Teen
Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs
Warnings: Mentions of violence, Techno’s voices, lack of control.
Pairings: Philza/Reader, Technoblade/Reader
If there’s anything Techno had expected to happen today, it surely wasn’t this.
He had awoken with a crick in his neck from passing out over his map, its level of detail now nearly maddening as he stared down at it. He had also felt near lava-hot, a skin-prickling sensation that traveled across the surface and caused beads of sweat to form at his forehead. Maybe he had a fever?
technosick crab rave
TECHNO HULLOO
yo dadza’s like five min from your place get ready
Techno winced at the sudden loudness of the voices, but then furrowed his brow. He hadn’t known Phil was coming to visit, and surely the man would have pinged him on the communicator if it was short notice. Speaking of the device, Techno was quick to unclip it from his belt loop and switch on the power button, frowning when an angry LOW BATTERY flashed before him. He dismissed the message, and read through the pings.
(Awesamdude): hey hi does anyone have a couple stacks of spare cobble
(BadBoyHalo): Of course! Stop by the egg and I’ll give you some! :)
(Awesamdude): ,,,you know what nevermind
The piglin scoffed, scrolling with a certain looseness. Much of the messages were like this, friendly conversation and asking for favors and things he did not need to see at the moment. Chat began to grow restless, urging him out of bed and pushing him to go be productive. He waved them off, and kept scrolling through.
Ph1LzA whispered to you: hey tech im otw. No notice sorry, it’s an emergency. Keep your face covered.
What?
Techno hurriedly shoved the charging chord into the communicator and pulled himself out of bed. Cover your face- what did that mean? He buttoned up his shirt and pulled on his boots, strapping his cloak over his shoulders and looking for his gear. This was the first time in a while he had felt genuinely panicked.
outside outside look look look
“God, not now Chat! Can’t you see I’m-” Techno’s words died in his throat as his head snapped to peer out the window. He felt his face grow slack with the shock. “...busy.”
Outside and downstairs was Phil, tying up the lead of his horse to the fencepost that held up the stable. He looked to be having a bit of trouble as he was only tying it with one hand, and then the piglin noticed what- or who he was holding onto with his left arm.
Techno had met you before, once. Before L’manberg turned to be a crater in the earth. You were visiting Phil, but had your back turned to Techno and he might have thought you were someone breaking into his friend’s house. So when his axe swung around quickly to meet your neck, he had been surprised at Phil’s call of worry and defense.
“They’re a friend, Tech! Put your- dammit, just put your axe away!” He had cried, and Techno looked at him with confusion in his eyes, but slowly withdrew the weapon from your throat. And then, unexpectedly, you had begun to laugh. You forgave him as you turned around, giggles still bubbling from the throat he had nearly just cut open. Your laugh sounded like bells, Techno had thought, and put you into the back of his mind. He didn’t trust you, per say, but he realized that a friend of Phil’s is an ally to him. Besides, he had bigger tasks at hand, he couldn’t spend time worrying about you or how addicting your laugh was.
Well, look where that idea got him.
Techno grabbed a bandana from the chest behind him and held it to his face before tearing out the door, a new-found worry overtaking him. The closer he got to the pair, the more a distinct haze began to grow around his mind. His vision tunneled and he felt all his focus go onto you. You looked feverish, what little skin he could see of your face was flushed and sweaty despite the frigid temperatures of the tundra. Phil looked up and his eyes widened, hand outstretched to the Piglin as if to keep him at a distance.
Yeah, right.
He grabbed onto your shoulder and pulled you from Phil’s hold, a fierce protectiveness overtaking him. He heard Phil shout at him not to hurt you, kill you, whatever he thought Techno was about to try, but the blond saw the way Techno’s face dived into the crook of your neck, pulling your head to the side by your hair and taking a ragged breath. Philza stood stone-still, and watched the way Techno sunk to his knees. He held you like a lifeline, fingers digging into your shirt and taking greedy gulps of air. The smell of lemon and raspberries flooded Phil’s pallet as he took a step back. Techno was scenting you, he realized, memorizing as much as he could before he had to let you go. You didn’t seem to mind by the way a purr rolled itself from your chest.
Phil sighed, helping Techno to his feet. When the piglin thought he was trying to take the omega from him, he snapped his tusks at the blond and scooped you into his arms. Techno stormed back into the cottage, huffing as he did so. Phil followed close behind, watching as Techno took you up the ladder on his back and was quick to swaddle you in blankets and soft down before settling you onto the mattress. He passed out himself not long after, head thudding back against the bed from where he sat on the floor. Phil only smiled, and made his way back to the ground floor. He grabbed a pail of water and lit the fire in the hearth, trying to get a meal going before his communicator beeped menacingly at him.
Dream whispered to you: why the fuck is there an omega in my server
The blond rubbed his temples. This was going to be a very long month.