Jun 24, 2025
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We have the official art!! My wonderful roommate made it for me and I was more than grateful to have a picture of Techno for this story! I wanted to show everyone the full image!
The Cold Comforts of The Blade Chapter List
Hello fair readers! I decided to explain slightly the different colors for the chapters,
Red: is a standard chapter, with all the fun exposition
Pink: is a chapter that has softer more fluffy notes to their relationship
Purple: is a chapter with smut or 18+ activity, these will be completely optional for readers! They will have smaller plot points and can be skipped freely! (As of now we have none!)
Chapter One: The Deer
Chapter Two: One Mistake is All it Took To Meet Him
Chapter Three: A Name to A Face
Chapter Four: The Room
Chapter Five: Mashed Potatoes
Chapter Six: Technoblade?
Chapter Seven: The Farm
Chapter Eight: Just A Moment
Chapter Nine: Trouble
Chapter Ten: Philza
Chapter Eleven: Tomorrow
Chapter Twelve: Cleaning Day 1
Chapter Thirteen: Cleaning Day 2
Chapter Fourteen: The Pages
Chapter Fifteen: Guilty
Chapter Sixteen: Reflection
Chapter Seventeen: But…
Chapter Eighteen: Day 1
Chapter Nineteen: Days Go By
Chapter Twenty:Is it Better?
Chapter Twenty One: With You
Chapter Twenty Two: Getting Used To The New ‘New’
Chapter Twenty Three: “I…”
Chapter Twenty Four: How Can I Get To Know You?
Chapter Twenty Five: The Two Days Without You
Chapter Twenty Six: Get Readye
Chapter Twenty Seven: Getting There
Chapter Twenty Eight: Almost…
Chapter Twenty Nine: Theseusr
Chapter Thirty: Please
The Cold Comforts Of The Blade
Chapter 30, Please
IM ALIVE I SWEAR THE INSPIRATION HITS AT RANDOM TIMES SO IT REMAINS GOOD
It’s the dead of night, Y/N is snuggled up against Technoblade and he has his arm wrapped tightly around her.
He nuzzles the back of her head with his tusks softly. Such a gentle human curled up next to him almost makes his heart pound out of his chest.
Serene.
Yet when Y/N wakes up only 15 minutes later, she is alone in the bed. The cold of the room having stirred her from her own slumber.
Biting her lip she tries to make out any figure in the dark, even trying to locate anything to help see.
Smacking her hand down onto the nightstand by his bed she opens the drawer and fiddles around until she finds a flint and steel.
The click of it being so loud in the lonely room.
She wraps her blanket around herself and slips into her slippers. She notices his bathroom light isn’t on either.
Her head is racing and she opens the door to the cabin.
Nothing.
She continues her way downstairs, still nothing.
Swallowing the pit forming in her throat she shines her light towards the entrance. His shoes are missing…
She walks carefully to the door, opening it gently, peering outside there is still nothing. But the light of the lanterns outside let her put out her own light sliding it into her pocket.
Philzas lights are also out.
She walks into the freezing cold and starts looking around. She walks over the wooden deck and just as her slippers touch the snow she feels an eerie gaze on her.
Looking behind her proves fruitless.
What is going on?
They were doing so well. What happened?
Taking a few more steps being guided by the moons light she hears a thud to the ground.
Whipping around she sees Technoblade in his full attire huffing with one knee to the snow and the other supporting his hand.
“What are you doing out here Y/N?”
“I could say the same to you.” Her cheeks are flushed and she is visibly shaking from the cold.
He walks over to her and carefully pushes a piece of her hair behind her ear.
“I needed a moment to try.. to collect my thoughts”
“Your thoughts on what?” She pours softly but leans into his warm touch.
“I won’t do anything without your permission, I’ve done that enough. But I can’t drive you away.”
“You won’t drive me away, speak freely, before I freeze.”
His hand doesn’t leave her cheek but instead drifts down her face, their breath showing in the cold air between them.
“You must give me permission.”
Y/N nods, her heart racing a little faster as she looks up to him.
“You have to verbally tell me I may act and speak freely. Or I will carry you back inside.”
“I give you permission as long as there is no harm.” The nerves of the moment is itching beneath their skin, the cold becoming unnoticeable, besides the puffs after they speak.
He gently lifts her face, bending down to meet her height and places a soft kiss to her forehead. “Y/N… I cannot stop thinking of you.. I wanted to find a way to know you’d never leave.”
He takes a moment and looks into her eyes, “One outside of the arrangement to simply stay if I gave you control. I only reversed the ownership. I want to.. be one with you, I want to complete you. If you do not feel the same arrangements will be made. I just keep you safe.”
Y/N can’t move, she only has the function to let the thoughts process as he speaks.
“You are the warmth in my world, you have opened my heart I kept behind so many bars.” He drops to both knees slowly to allow her to look at him easier, he takes her hands into his own.
The look in his eyes as he gazes at her are lined with the stars from the sky, glossed over with his own emotions.
“You.. are what I needed to feel.. something worth keeping.”
Y/N brings her hands up from the hold he had on them to his face slowly, wiping the single tear that fell from his eyes. She gets closer before closing her eyes just inches before their lips touched.
Technoblade reached his hands to her hips, gripping onto her like a man needing salvation.
His grip to Y/N felt like the only way he would stay ground to the world.
He didn’t dare inch forward, closing his own eyes as he prayed to whatever God there was to hear his own wish.
Her. He only needed this one moment with her.
Please let this be the on thing he had truly earned.
The Cold Comforts of The Blade
Chapter 29, Theseus
After a delightful meal at Philzas, Y/N found herself feeling more and more comfortable around Technoblade.
The feeling was almost euphoric, it felt like a family, but it was different. She couldn’t shake this feeling that she wanted more from him.
Y/N didn’t even know if Techno wanted more from it. His actions said one thing but.. did he mean it?
It had been a while since the ‘new’ Technoblade started showing. The worst that could happen is… she shakes her head. He isn’t like that anymore.
But he could kick her out or send her back to the cabin.
As Technoblade started putting back on his boots over his hooves she stops.
“I’ll see you back at the cabin Techno, I just have to speak to Philza.”
Technoblades eyes narrowed, not forgetting how Philza said he would take her off his hands. “Don’t be too long.”
With a wave he exited through the connecting doors onto the walk way.
Technoblade waited by the door, before realizing he had to make it seem like he left, walked to his cabin, closed and opened the door. And so quietly made his way back to Philzas, his ear pressed to it quietly.
Philza chirped softly, his wings fluttering as he gracefully made his way to Y/N. “Well well, a little songbird wanted a private..” his eyes widened and then closed slowly, almost mischievously before he continued, “audience with me, hmm?” He cocked his head to the side before resting his chin to his hand. His fingers tapping his cheek one by one.
Swallowing her pride and comes closer to Philza. “I.. like Technoblade.”
Philza fakes a gasp acting shocked and surprised as he dramatically looked around. “Oh my! Meadowlark are you saying you have feelings for the pig man?” He teased before ruffling her hair.
Y/N pouted slightly and fixed her hair, “No I mean… like, like in a relationship way.” Philza paused for a moment. Resting his hand on her head.
“Have you told him yet songbird?”
“Well..no I haven’t, he was gone for a bit remember?”
Philza shakes his head, “You youngins, well if that’s all this is why did you want to speak?”
Y/N sheepishly looks down, Philzas hand still on her head. “If he.. didn’t want me there anymore I wanted to ask if you’d help me get somewhere safe this time.”
Philzas eyes widened in actual surprise. “You do remember the state he was in when you first left, yes?”
Y/N nods her head, “I do, but it’s just in case, I don’t want to be left without a plan this time.”
Philza finally removes his hand and places it on her chin instead.
This time it felt, different? It was Technoblade who had done this action before and she felt a burn in her chest. But with Philza it felt like it was friendly.
“Just see how it goes before we start planning an escape plan songbird.”
Y/N nods her head and says her farewells.
As Technoblade hears these words his heart pounded heavily in his chest. Before he could stall any longer he actually went inside his own cabin and frantically removed his cape and boots.
He landed himself on the couch reading one of his many books.
Y/N comes in and removes her own boots before joining him on the couch.
“What are you reading?” She looks over his shoulder, he can feel her warmth radiating off, her breath on his chest.
He was not going to survive.
“A book of mythology.”
It felt a bit monotone, but Y/N was still interested.
“Whose tale are you reading?” Technoblade shifted slightly, allowing her to see the book further.
“Theseus. It is my favorite. Do you know it?”
Y/N shakes her head no, she looks up to him softly, “Can you explain a bit of it for me?”
Technoblade smiled down at her, “For you? Anything. It all started in Trezena where he was born. He was given the task of bringing his father, who is the king of Athens, the sword and sandals that were left under a boulder to prove he was his son. He took them to Attica, where his father was, he faced many dangerous foes on his trip, of which he imitated Hercules, whom he looked up to, but succeeded with noble acts. He is recognized by his father as the Heir to the throne after successfully bringing them. Minos, the king of Crete and ordered for a tribute of 7 boys and 7 girls to be sacrificed. In this retelling, Theseus was one of the ones picked to be sacrificed. He was then tested to see if he was truly the son of his father. After which, the daughter of Minos, fell in love with Theseus and helped him kill the Minotaur.”
Y/N was could feel herself drawn into his speech, his reciting of the tale as if it was second nature.
“Thank you.. I would love to read it sometime.” Technoblade closes the book, the worn leather cover, shown much love and use over the years. He rubs his thumb over the cover gently.
“Have it. As a gift. To a new beginning.”
Technoblade gently places it into her hands, “It’s your favorite I couldn’t-“ Technoblade silences her gently and smiles.
“You can read it before bed tonight. You are here with me after all, I’m sure you won’t mind if I borrow it.” Y/N smiles at him and nods.
“You may always borrow it, could I ask a question before we are off to bed?”
“Always, Y/N.”
She has mentioned it to him once before, the desire to share a bed again, but this time differently. She had missed him greatly while he was gone.
The moment they shared under the falling snow. How warm his embrace was. She had to ask now, or she doesn’t know when she could pluck up the courage again.
“Could we sleep together?” Her mouth felt dry, and her heart raced, she couldn’t tell if he would be uncomfortable.
“I- yes, of course if it’s what you wish.”
Her question caught him by surprise, but he nodded. He knew she didn’t mean in the way that made his chest burn, and his position of sitting uncomfortable. She meant the soft innocence she always had.
He offers her his hand and leads her upstairs gently. Before making it into his room Y/N dashes in her own bedroom, grabbing her new soft plush blanket and pillow.
The book placed lovingly on the nightstand by his bed, they laid down facing each other.
It was a comfortable silence, before Y/N turned over and gently started scooting herself back into him.
Technoblade, being able to make out her doing so, gently, and cautiously wrapped his arm around her. His chest felt tight, but feeling how relaxed she was, he relaxed too.
The Cold Comforts of The Blade
Chapter 21, With You
TW: mention of offing self in the beginning
~To Philza~
With his wing injured and having seen Techno leave the cabin, he curses to himself slightly making his way to the nearest bathroom, stretching out his wing slightly he can see his feathers are coated in a thin layer of blood.
Sighing he begins to wash them slowly, bending his wing forward and pick the leaves and branches out. Wincing at each touch, he realizes he will be groundbound for a while after his reckless flying.
Massaging his temples he finally gets the blood off and grabs gauze and some ointment, applying a thick coat to his wing and them gingerly wrapping it up to prevent further bleeding.
Flexing his wing cautiously, he definitely sprained it, not broken but in a hells worth of pain.
Finally finishing the tiresome task he sees Carl ride up to the cabin, shaking his head he grabs a lantern and attaches it to Carls harness and gives him a tap on the rump to go back into the forest.
Rolling his eyes tired of playing dad and caretaker, takes a glass from a cupboard and pouring himself a generous amount of berry juice before plopping onto Technoblades couch.
If Technoblade needed him in battle he would have already heard the whistle blow Techno uses for danger.
Until then, he hopes for the best and tries to keep his mind occupied on something other than Y/N's impending doom alone or Technoblades crazed fleeing of the cabin.
~To Y/N~
Y/N began to make herself as presentable as possible, having shed her few tears after running through her options.
It almost wasn't a hard decision but she was done being a puppet, a plaything, a prisoner, something to entertain someone else. This choice she would make all on her own, the moon was full and welcoming.
She only wished for the night sky to swallow her whole, to be in the plush snow and fall asleep peacefully. She had always been fond of the cold, never liking how the DSMP kingdom never got any.
Swallowing her pride, looking back at the bread that had finally gone stale, in her hand she gripped the clothe Technoblade had wrapped it in, smiling faintly at it before tucking it into her pocket and adjusting her turtleneck for the last time.
Brushing her hair back, she wished she would leave the world a little more put together, but not everyone gets the choice of when they depart, at least she could make the choice.
Tying her shoes for the last time, making sure they were all set, dawning her cloak she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Touching it softly to see who she had become, would her mother and father be proud this is how their daughter lived her life?
Grinding her teeth and looking down at herself, she needed this, nothing would get better, the thought of wishing she had spent more time in Technoblade cabin just to say goodbye.
Breathing in deeply she puts her hand on the cold door knob, twisting it slowly with her eyes closed expecting to be hit with the unforgiving cold but it felt... blocked?
She opens her eyes and sees a very disheveled Technoblade, a cut over his forehead, obviously breathing heavy and sweating regardless of the frigid wind.
Their eyes lock and it feels like her own voice is caught in her throat as she freezes in fear, wondering if she will be taken back to the cabin against her will.
She opens her mouth to speak before Techno drops to his knees, she noticed he looks almost frailer? "Y/N.... you're okay." His voice sounded more of a whimper and she could look directly in his eyes instead of looking up.
Still tied in fear and almost relief she can't say anything before he begins again, "If it is against your wishes, you do not have to come back. But at least let me escort you properly this time." He was obviously out of breath, a pleading look in his eyes almost beckoning her to return.
"Technoblade... I can't willingly go back to being your prisoner.. I.." He stops her before her words can continue, grabbing her hands into his cold palms, encompassing hers completely.
"No rope, no rules, no lock down, nothing will be the same. I swear it to you. On my honor, you will be free to explore, you can use Carl, you can use my weapons my armor. Just..." He looks down to the ground her voice quivering "Just come back safely where I can feed and clothe you."
Her thoughts are full and almost unreadable as she looks at Technoblade, her eyes blown wide, she had planned to die in the snow not seeing Technoblade beg before her to return to his cabin.
Her arms begin to feel heavy, her heart pounding in her chest, mouth dryer than it had ever felt before as she gazed upon the shell of a man Technoblade once was. Was he truly willing to change.
Grinding her teeth, her hands begin to sweat and she bites her lip, it's not rational, its absurd, but a part deep down inside herself wants to believe him. His cabin was nice, they could actually bond...
She tightens her hands are his and slips one out to touch his chin softly to tilt his head up to her, reaching into her pocket she grabs the clothe, running it over the blood slowly starting to stream down his face.
"I'll come back, but if I feel like a prisoner again... you won't ever see me again." Technoblade hand tightens over hers and he nods before standing up and dusting himself off, looking almost shocked she had agreed.
"No prisoner you can see Phil as much as you want, I can take you to the village quite a ways away, just... thank you Y/N. For coming back."
He doesn't release her hand, instead interlocking their fingers and gently closing the door behind them. His almost cold personality returns for just a moment before he takes a large inhale and whistles loudly.
Y/N opens her mouth to question his actions before she sees Carl happily trotting back to them with a piece of grass in his mouth, chomping away like he wasn't in the middle of a forest at the dead of night.
Technoblade looks almost a little amused and takes the lantern from Carls harness and chuckles to himself softly.
"Are you ready, or do you need anything?" Technoblade turns to her and has a very faint smile on his face.
Y/N blinks a bit, letting go of Technoblades hand and runs back into the cabin grabbing her journal and satchel and rushes back out, "Ready now. As ready as I can be."
Technoblade takes a moment to look her up and down, questioning to himself why she had been dressed at this late at night, deciding not to question her on her readiness, instead wrapping his hands around her waist and gently placing her on Carl before joining her.
He wraps his hands around her to grab his reigns and places the lantern in her hands, "I'll have you hold the light unless you know how to ride a horse properly."
She shakes her head sheepishly before holding the lantern out to light the way, "Yeahhhh no, I'll let you guide us, I don't even know where I am in the forest."
Technoblade raises an eyebrow, "You are in the east fields, the cabin you were at was my old home before Philza joined me. I was curious on how you had found it."
"Genuine dumb luck I guess." Her mind goes back to the table carving and smiles, before tucking herself further into his chest for warmth, noticing her soft shivers Technoblade adjusts his cloak to cover more of her.
It felt like the first actual conversation they had held, maybe it would be different?
Continuing through the forest slowly, admiring the gently scenery she sees...
A doe.
But it's not alone this time, it's mother was there right beside it as they traveled the snowy terrain.
A soft and welcoming sight, she smiles to herself, this time would be different, she would make it different.
One not starting with death of an innocent doe, but true feelings.
The innocence this time will last.
The Cold Comforts of the Blade
Chapter 1, The Deer
This takes events while Technoblade is in the snowy forest later in the story. It happens just about the same until this point. Believe the lore unless stated otherwise. Y/N starts off wondering through the forest before coming sword to neck with Technoblade and has to quickly explain herself.
It had almost been two full weeks of wandering the snowy tundra to escape the semantics of the Dream Smp. Y/N was practically desperate to finally sit down against a tree, groaning as she removed her sword, the cold metal having her rub her bandaged hands together to grab the satchel from her hip and begun to dig through it, regretting not bringing more food but despite that Y/N shook her head and sighed as she grabbed out some wrapped,now, stale bread. Sighing heavily, she used her hands to rip it apart to get off just a piece. Her breathe thick in the air in front of her, the icy winds parting as she exhales through her mouth before taking a small bite from the piece in her hand. She wrapped the remaining bread, keeping the piece she was eating in her mouth momentarily so she could wrap the bread back into its white clothe and putting it back into her satchel. Mindlessly eating her bread she keeps looking around before deciding the coast was clear she finally closed her eyes, a moment of relaxation. Her clothes getting damped from the snow beneath her melting, rubbing her back against the tree and
*Crunch*
Y/N carefully tilts her head forward, taking in her surroundings. It is still spruce trees after spruce trees covered in white plush snow. She carefully draws her sword from her hilt the ground beside her. Inhaling quietly, she still can't see anything around her, trying to spot an animal, a person, anything to explain the sound from moments before. Her breathing picks up as she sees a glimpse of red. Pushing her head back to the tree she rests on she bites her lower lip and stays completely still and quiet.
Moments feel like an eternity, Y/N stays still, hand firmly gripped on her blade as she prepares for any other sound. After about an hour she assumes the coast is clear and finally gathers her things and begins to cautiously continue her walk. More paranoid this time as she glances behind her, it makes her more distracted, the anxiety of who or what that was is more concerning than what is currently in front of her.
She gets quite aways away before she spots a frozen over little pond. A pond, it means in the spruce tree area of the tundra there just might be something that could have once been in the area. Breathing, she finds herself putting her sword away and grabbing the bow from her back, now stalking between the trees. Her focus completely still as she creeps closer to the pond, knees bent to keep herself low and crept behind the trees and cover available.
A baby deer.
A lone doe, no parents or guardian in sight, grazing on some grass that somehow managed to survive against the tundras frosty bite. Y/N has her eyes locked into what she needs, what she wants, the craving. Getting closer she finally gets a good angle and lets the arrow fly through the air piercing into the neck of the deer having it fall limp.
The red.
The blood red softly, slowly staining the pure white snow beneath it. The doe fallen and slain, Y/N gets closer softly celebrating to herself as she takes a look around in an attempt to find some shelter to begin a fire. Night will be swiftly upon her as harsh as the night before, rubbing her temples she begins to drag the dead does back hooves behind her as she looks around for shelter, cover, anything at this point.
Her wandering has left her fruitless, she is unable to drag the doe for as long as she wishes she could. Two weeks having to live off the land and the small portions of food she brought with her, as left her in a more weakened state.
She shakes her head and decides she isn't going to find anything and just sets the doe against a tree before rolling up her sleeves and wiping her forehead of sweat. Inhaling the cold air she begins to scavenge for any fallen sticks or bark to begin a fire. She uses her hands to dig a hole in the snow, pushing it to the side until she reaches soil, maybe an inch deep into the snow which she was very grateful for. Using her sticks she places them in the center and using her flint and steel lights them up.
Deciding it was finally time to get into the messy part she removes her C/C cape and sets it beside her. Finally cutting into the deer and getting just a chunk of its meat into onto a stick she had saved and begun to heat it up. She watched carefully as the meat slowly browned, her mind wandering elsewhere from where she sat, when was she going to stop this search? When will she get a sign she has found a spot to finally call her own without the gaze of others glaring down her spine.
The thought of it made her sad, an aching feeling for just one place to call home, to finally find a place she can curl up at night and not worry about the fears of war or rivalries, she slams her head back into the tree, the smell of the deer filling her nose as she remembers where she is. Shaking her head Y/N turns the meat over, rubbing her thumb over her bandaged hands, her feeble attempt to keep her hands warm from the tundras harsh snows.
Seeing her meal in front of her looking cooked enough Y/N removes it from the heat and begins to blow onto it gently to cook it off. She hasn't had a cooked meal in so long, even this suffices for a buffet when all she once lived off of was scrapes and whatever she could find in the DSMP walls. It is a cold place, colder than her own battle with the tundra she is in currently. It was worse, she could deal with the frost kissed skin, but the bitter souls she once walked amongst would leave her stomach churned for a brief moment.
A warm meal in her stomach she puts her cape back on and tucks herself against the tree, she glances at the deer, the warm fire lulling all her senses to sleep. Her head bobbing forward, arms outstretched as she yawns, the sun hasn't set just yet but the cold bites against her skin. Closing her eyes for just a moment she finds herself slipping into a state of sleep. Poor Y/N was too tired to even realize, she has left a trail of blood leading right to her, the doe she has dragged not yet had gone cold when she carried it behind her.
~Somewhere not so far off~
Wet boots clash against the snow, a gruff ****** slugs through the trees and forest. Spotting a C/C cape against the bright white of the snow. His eyes sharpen and he snorts, a few thoughts passing through his head before turning his back to the small human girl. As long as she stays away from his cabin, there will be no need to ensue what the voices crazy so desperately for him to go back and do. Yet he finds himself thinking back to the things he wished he could do if he just turned back.
The Cold Comforts of The Blade
Chapter 16, Reflection
The wait is finally over for some softness
The day led into night, Y/N slept peacefully for the first night since her capture, while she slept Philza had made his way downstairs. Brewing water in his kettle and getting himself a cup of tea being left with his own thoughts. Breathing in deep through his nose, rolling his head back, closing his eyes and finally relaxing before Techno came to retrieve the girl.
He could hear her soft and gentle breathing even from downstairs, his heightened hearing allowing for him to focus in on her. With his focus so drawn he doesn't hear Techno walk in, much quieter than normal for the piglin. "Where is she?" Technoblades voice brings Philza out of his thoughts of the slumbering girl and he looks up, eyes sharpening on Techno and cocking his head to the side.
"Upstairs sleeping, looks like you haven't done a good job keeping her maintained. She will die if you keep this up Tech." Philzas words carried a deeper meaning, his taunt that he could care for her better, that Philza has even played with the thought of taking her in instead. The grinding of teeth is the only thing that breaks the silence before, "Won't be necessary, I take care of her fine."
Philza swiftly places his mug down before slinking his way to Technoblades side, bending at the waist and looking up at him with a glare not even Technoblade could place if it was a threat or not, "If she comes to me like that again..." Philza straightens his back and slinks to the front of Techno, "Then when she needs to be nursed back to health and only wants me, I'll only do it after you give her custody to me."
Technoblade shoves Philzas hand away and starts his stomping to the second floor, "Won't be necessary." Technoblade makes his way to Philzas room, scrunching his nose at the incense before looking at the center of the bed. The world itself feels like it is pulling him towards her. It takes all his will to walk at a normal pace instead of rushing to her side. The strained steps end as he kneels to the edge of the bed, reaching his hand forward and pushing a piece of her hair to the side.
He swallows and looks at her, playing with the hair before wrapping her up fully in the blanket she had over herself before lifting her up gingerly. He ignores Phil as he makes his way out of the cabin. Carrying her so closely, he breathes in her scent, its faint because of the vanilla but he can tell that smell from anywhere. Her soft features as she rests, her eyelashes beautifully laid on her cheeks. The features of her skin that make her, distinctly her, he took that short walk to his cabin to memorize everything he could.
Swallowing the guilt in his throat he tucks her closer to his chest, feeling her stir only slightly before shushing her back to sleep. "Mmm Techno..." Technos eyes shoot down to her and he looks for any coherency. He exhales slowly, just sleep talking. Opening the door and making his way up stairs, he looks at the two bedroom doors.
The choice of letting her sleep in his bed again sounds off in his ear like an alarm bell you cannot ignore. He snorts off his pride and walks to his room, he lays her down before fixing her hair again, he would have to make sure it got brushed tomorrow morning. Unwrapping Phils blanket from her, gently removing her shoes, her jeans and before taking off her top he grabs one of his white shirts with the V neck design.
Closing his eyes and taking her shirt off, he rubs his fingers over the shirt, no one would know if he took a peak at her, just to admire something he knew she would never let him see again. The inner battle was eating away at him, the guilt of her capture already resting heavy on his heart and shaking the thought away. Slipping the shirt on her before disrobing into something more comfortable.
He climbs in next to her, running his fingers along her side and thumbing at a piece of her hair. He felt at ease to be able to do this without her knowing he did it. He wanted to make it up to her, to get to know her. He hesitated to touch her cheek, placing only the back of his knuckles to her face and stroking down it. The warmth of her skin under his fingertips sends shivers down his spine.
Blowing out the candle light he turns his back towards her and closes his eyes. It might have been only a few minutes, but it felt like an hour to Techno before he felt her move in her sleep. Her fist was now firmly wrapped around his shirt, gently tugging him closer. His eyes widen in the dark, contemplating if he was dreaming or not. He rolls over and to his surprise, a drowsy and sleepy Y/N is tucking herself promptly onto his chest.
Stunned, but relieved he pulls her closer, stroking the back of her hair and rubbing one of his tusks against her head. He knew he didn't deserve this. Not right now at least. But he was going to milk this experience for all he could get. His heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest, he wondered if she could hear it in her sleep. The endless thoughts only came to a halt when he finally allowed himself to fall asleep with her.
Y/N, after resting for much of the day before and all through the night wakes up first. Her wrist still had the bracelet Philza had given her to replace the rope, but she was not in his cabin anymore. She couldn't move much, her back was to something warm, and when she finally woke from her sleep fog she realizes that Techno has his arms wrapped around her, with her body pulled comfortably tight to his chest.
The warmth and comfort of him so close, the smell of his bed and room filling her nose, she found herself unconsciously smiling. Using her arms she wrapped them around his forearm and watched the sunrise from the window in his room. The soft yellow and orange glow enter the room filling her with a new feeling. This isn't the kingdom, there are still soft and gentle moments, and waking up in his arms showed her that she maybe can begin to experience all this has to offer.
The Cold Comforts of The Blade
Chapter 22, Getting Used To The New ‘New’
The walk back to the cabin was a bit longer than expected, Y/N started to wonder if Technoblade was purposely making the trip longer to keep her close.
The growing worry of him lying about not having the rope anymore did bounce around in her head, contemplating running away on the first village trip, or just seeing how this new chance began.
Finally seeing the familiar sight of the clearing and Technoblades cabin Y/N sat up more and breathed a sigh of relief.
A shower, actual food, a shower and a proper brush, the shower kept going through her head. Finally freshening up would be a dream come true after staying in the forest for a week.
Marching to the stable, Technoblade hops off first, gingerly grabbing Y/N by the waist and placing her down before putting Carl back into his stable.
“Have you eaten yet?” Technoblade turns back to her, raising an eyebrow as he takes her hand and starts leading her back to his cabin.
Y/N looks down sheepishly, “I had a potato today but that’s about it.” Technoblade almost chuckles to himself before opening the door, Y/N notices the handle is broken but doesn’t make a comment.
Seeing Philza on the couch, she waves to him softly, he almost instantly jumps up, “Songbird! You are actually safe, and back.”
“Yeah, I am, and I-“ she notices his wing and grows worried expression, “Your wing, what happened?”
Philza tucks it back behind himself, “That’s not important right now dove, let’s get you both cleaned and eating food.” He smiles down at her and pats her on the head softly.
He then wraps a wing around his face, “Cause truthfully you both need a wash at this point.”
Both Y/N and Techno grow sheepish, before nodding along with him. “I’ll, go to my room and wash up before dinner.”
She adjusts her clothes before beginning to walk away from them, feeling Technoblade wanting to follow her, his eyes burning into the back of her skull.
Philza places his hand on Technos shoulder to hold him back for a moment, “I can tell by how she is acting you promised her something big. Now tell me how you got her to come back.”
Snorting before he replies Techno brushes Phil’s hand off him, “No more rope, no more rules, she lives here as… an equal.”
Philzas jaw could have dropped, “Well big man looks like you have some trust to earn, and a shower to take.” Philza adds the last part playfully as he goes into the kitchen.
“Dinner will be ready for you two when you get out.
~To Y/N~
Walking into her room again, she never got to properly say goodbye to it last time. Yet she noticed her blanket was across the room.
Picking it up and placing it back on the bed it smelled like.. Techno. Her heart tightens in her chest at the thought of him being in here and missing her.
Shaking the absurd thought away, she finally peels off her clothing, giving them a smell she gags and throws them into a corner.
Her wardrobe was left the same and picking out the softest and comfiest shirt and shorts and gladly hopping into the shower.
Washing herself thoroughly she tries to think of what she got herself back into. But the feeling of the soap running down her back and rinsing her hair takes the thoughts away just as quickly as they came.
After her relatively long shower she wipes the mirror of fog, thoughtfully brushing her hair and drying it as best she can.
The clothes feel like a warm hug and a welcome relief to the turtleneck she had been wearing for so long.
Staring at herself in the mirror she contemplates how to handle the new freedom. It’s almost what she wanted, a home, food, safety. But the company.. squinting her eyes she closes the door to the bathroom as she leaves.
Grabbing a pair of socks slipping them on and her hand trembles on the handle of the door leading back into the main cabin.
So many nights of trying to open the door, hoping it had been left unlocked for her to escape. Her breathing picks up and her heart pounding, no it’s different it’s different now Techno promised.
It opens and she sees Technoblade leaving his room at the same night in a lounge shirt and comfortable pants. Philzas happy chirping is heard from downstairs, smiling at Techno softly before making her way down.
“And now you look both look clean and smell better, I made some vegetable soup since uhem we are currently out of meat.” Philza says side eyeing Technoblade slightly.
Y/N could feel her mouth watering at the sight of it and sits down at the table, kicking her legs nervously. The events of what she now refers to as “The Mashed Potato Incident”
Both Technoblade and Philza can see her discomfort, but breaking her thoughts Philza places a cold glass of water and her soup in front of her. “Eat up meadowlark, there’s plenty extra.”
Taking her spoon and eating slowly, the carrots and celery melt in her mouth. Smiling she looks back to Philza, “It tastes amazing thank you Philza.” Nodding back at her he stretches his good wing.
“You two sleep well tonight, I’m returning to l cabin.” Y/N draws her lips into a line as she waves goodbye to him. Leaving Technoblade and her alone. Techno gets his food and sits across from her silently.
The meal is peaceful almost, and then, “If you need more shampoo and soap let me know. I’ll tell you when I’m leaving the house for long trips.”
“Will the door be locked?” Y/N lets the questions leave her lips before she could think of the repercussions. Techno looks down somberly, “Not unless you wish it to be, I’ll switch the handle around so you can lock your door freely. But as I promised, no more locked doors.”
Y/N smiles and thanks him before returning to her food, after finishing her bowl she moves to get up before Techno places his hand out. “I will get it, do you want more?”
Nodding her head and trying to relax her shoulders. This Technoblade is a different man than the one she last saw.
And she doesn’t know how to handle it yet.