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If someone were to ask Technoblade what the most important thing to look for in  person was, he would respond by asking them what the hell they were asking him for. Techno didn't do relationships, friendships sure, but relationships? He would rather have to fight an entire army than have to listen to someone talk about the person they loved.

He has nothing against romance, he's just never met someone who he would ever consider being in a relationship with. He could blame his hybrid blood for his inability to find someone worth dating and that was what he usually used as an excuse when someone asked. 

Not a lot of people knew about how important relationships were to a piglin. Being able to think of someone as a friend was hard enough, his instincts yelling at him that they weren't worth his time, but when it came to relationships? His instincts were always yelling at him that the person was wrong. Whether they were to small or to weak or to stupid, his instincts just hated everyone once the idea of a romantic relationship entered his mind. You see, for piglin, relationships, or mates as they were called for piglin, had to be someone they could spend their entire life with. Someone who was delicate but yet, could take down a grown man or ,more specifically, Technoblade himself. They had to be able to handle rougher movements and other...stuff. 

For piglin, mates were their everything. They only ever had one mate and if that mate died, they would never find another one. They would have piglets with each other (the full male mates usually just offering to watch others piglets), would care for each other and fight for each other no matter what. Most people on the SMP didn’t know this, of course, but Techno had tried to find a mate in basically everyone at some point in time. Excluding the younger ones, just the thought of that alone causing both him and his instincts to become disgusted. When Quackity asked him out, he had even considered it then but he knew how weak Quackity really was. Even chat didn't want to date the duck hybrid, and they wanted to date everyone! 

There were only two people that had ever triggered his instinct into looking at them for a mate: Philza and Dream. Now, Philza was easy to see why he wouldn't even think about the older man in that way. Hell, Philza had practically raised him! He saw him as a close friend (more like a father figure) so he was out of the question so that only left Dream. While there was nothing wrong with Dream, well, actually there were a few things Technoblade could mention that would explain why he would never mate with the other male. Number one, he was annoying as hell. Techno normally saw the other male as nothing more than an annoying small dog following him around, begging for attention from an owner who didn't want him. Number two, he was a cocky little shit and to make matters worse, the green teletubby could back up that cockiness. The third reason that Techno didn't like about the other male was the fact that Techno just didn't really know the man. Sure, he knew about the things he had done from everyone else and he knew about how the other members of the SMP saw him, but if Techno would ever even begin to consider looking into Dream as a mate, he would need to know and understand the other. Of course, with his luck, he would get just that opportunity and even more opportunities to get to know the other when the green annoyance decided to cash in his debt. 

It was just a normal day for the piglin hybrid, he had been doing what he always did. He had been out farming his potatoes, his signature royal clothing having been traded out for a pair of loose fitted black pants and a loose white t-shirt. His long, pink hair was tied up in a loose bun on top of his head, him having to annoyingly tuck some of the loose locks behind his ears as they kept falling in his eyes. He had been farming for hours, just him and the plants. Well and chat of course.

We're going to need a deep cleaning after this! Look at all this dirt!

Who even eats this many potatoes?

Obviously Technoblade, he eats them like every meal!

Yeah but like can't we switch the potatoes out for steak next time?

Guys I think we should all praise Techno for how amazing his gardening skills are!

Shut up simp.

Yeah, silence you simpleton.

“Could you please shut up, you're giving me a headache.” Techno groaned out loud as he settled down onto his hunches, leaning over one of his prized potato plants. “Don’t you guys need sleep? Why don't you all go take a nap?” He asked as he started to pull the weeds up from around the plants

Nah, I'm good, I'd rather annoy you.

Ditto .

Same.

Yeah, we don't need sleep!

We can stay up forever!

“Gods, give me strength” replied the hybrid as he rolled his eyes, not noticing the sound of footsteps appearing behind him.

“How much strength do you need to pull weeds? I know you're getting old, bacon, but I didn't think you were that old.”

Now, Technoblade will forever deny screaming when the voice spoke up, quickly whipping around to see who or what had snuck up on him. He would also deny the idea that he tipped over in his rush to see who was behind him, hearing a familiar wheeze fill the air as he groaned on the dirt ground. His face felt like a wildfire spread across it as laughter filled the air, his red eyes glaring at the doubled over figure. 

“Did I scare you, Techie?” Dream teased as he calmed down from his laughing fit, reaching his hands up and wiping the tears that had collected in his eyes. He was dressed in his normal get up, his signature green hoodie laid over a black turtle neck tube top. His black fingerless gloves were pulled off, probably stuffed in one of the pockets located on his black leggings. Techno took note of the earrings in the others ears, noting the helix hoop that seemed new and of course the mask that he always wore-

Wait.

Techno felt his eyes widen and ears lower as he took in the sight of the mask less male, his eyes moving back and forth as he took in as much of the others face as possible before covering his eyes with his hand. 

“Um, Technoblade? You good?” a hesitant voice asked.

“Mask.” 

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Where is it Dream.”

“It's on my belt? Why are you covering your eyes? Do you think I would have taken off my mask in the first place if it wasn't okay for you to look?”

Techno lowered his hand at the response, purposely continuing to look away in case the other changed his mind. He rolled his eyes as he heard an annoyed huff come from Dream, giving him an exasperated look. 

He took his time looking at the others' faces this time around, the most striking thing being his eyes. His eyes which were a bright green ,well actually no, they weren't green. They were blue too and they had some yellow around the iris which seemed to be almost cat shaped? The more he studied them, the more they started to just look like the eyes of ender one would sometimes archive after killing an enderman. The next thing he took note of was all the scars covering Dream’s face. He seemed to have an almost unlimited amount of scars, spanning from a small ,almost hook-like scar on his jaw to a bigger and wider one across the bridge of his nose. He had a constellation of freckles spreading across his cheeks and nose, his cheeks holding a healthy glow to them. His hair was about shoulder length, maybe a little longer and seemed to have some of it pulled into a little ponytail, some pieces of the curly blonde hair framing his face. As his eyes continued to drink in the absolute god in front of him, when his eyes finally reached the others mouth, his lips full and a soft rosy pink color, he noticed the smirk that was slowly spreading across those pretty lips. When he saw the other's mouth opening, he just knew whatever the other was going to say was going to piss him off. 

“Like what you see bacon? You look like you’ve seen a goddess or something?”

What did Techno say, he could predict the future.

Oh, you're just gonna let him talk to you like that?

Blood for the blood god!

Ditto .

He’s so pretty though, just look at his little freckles!

Man, you're just a simp for everyone aren't you?

Look me in the face and say Dream isn't pretty?

…

That's what I thought.

“What do you want teletubby? Can't you see that I'm busy?” Techno said as he turned his attention back to his precious plants, intending on pretending that there wasn't a green homeless man standing behind him. His sensitive ears picked up the sound of clothes sliding against each other, picturing in his mind the other shifting from foot to foot.

“Well, actually, I'm here to cash in that favor.” 

Well that got his attention.

Techno quickly turned around to stare at the other, his red eyes trying to catch the mesmerizing green ones that were intentionally avoiding his gaze. He watched as the other continued to fidget around, a hand coming up to grip his arm, another reaching up and scratching the back of his neck, his foot twitching as Techno continued to stare at him.

“...Why?”

“Well, I'm in a small...delima and I just really need a place to stay. Only for a few days though! Just until I can save up enough resources and then I'll be out of your hair!” Dream exclaimed with a smile, nervousness still evident in how he was holding himself. 

Silence rang throughout the air before a monotone voice cut through it like a hot knife would do to butter.

“No.” Techno got up from the ground, whipping his hands off on his pants as he made his way back to his cabin, ignoring the panicking blond as he walked past him. He heard the other scramble to stay with him, the other’s panicked voice filling the air.

“No? No! Techno you said I could cash in this debt however i wanted too! You have to let me stay!”

Techno stopped at that, letting the other run into his back before turning around and glaring down at Dream, their slight height difference making all the difference at times like these. He watched as the other took a small step back, noting how something seemed to shift on the blonds back but coming to the conclusion that it must have been a weapon or something being moved due to the others movement. He took note of how Dream’s eyes seemed to be constantly moving around as if checking his surroundings for danger, the pupil shrinking and growing in size. He reeked of fear and panic, his scent constantly switching from frantic fear to anxiety that could rival Ranboo's. 

“I don't have to do anything. I said no, Dream. Nothing you say is going to change my mind so just fuck off.” He growled out as he briskly made his way to the front door, ripping it open in anger at the other thinking he had to do anything for him. He wasn't “Dream's little pet” who had to listen to his every command. He was Technoblade, THE Technoblade. If he said he wasn't going to agree to what Dream said, guess what, Dream wasn't staying. He was begging to close the door when the voice floated through the air again, this time sounding more urgent and desperate enough for him to pause in his actions.

“Please Techno, just let me stay. I’ll-I’ll stay with the dogs if I have to but please, I need to lay low for a few days and this was the only place I could think of. Please.” Dream begged as he stared up at Techno from the snow, his hands shaking as he gripped his upper arms tightly. 

We can at least hear him out, right? He looks so scared.

I can't believe I'm agreeing with them but I think we should hear the teletubby out.

He could be lying, could be just trying to get you to lower your guard!

Yeah but look how close to tears he is! It's actually pretty pathetic.

He clearly scared of something or someone coming after him.

Technoblade leaned his head against the wooden door frame as he let out a long sigh, peeking out at the other from his narrowed eyes. His eyes traced the others movements for a few minutes before settling on Dream’s face, seeing the genuine fear and helplessness being opening expressed for all the world to see. 

“...What are you running from? Someone find out you're secretly a hybrid, huh? They'll finally see what I see, you green teletubby? Huh? Did they finally discover- why are you making that face?” Techno asked as he noticed the horrified expression on the other face, standing up from where he was leaning against the wood. 

“Wait, was I right? Did-are you really a-”

“I didn't mean to be okay! I was just talking to Sam then Quackity suddenly came out of nowhere and scared the living shit out of me! I've never been so distracted to where I couldn't hear someone sneak up on me but somehow he was able to! He just scared me and my wings jumped out-”

“Wait, wings?!”

“-and I just panicked so I lashed out at him with my claws-”

“Claws too?! What the hell are you?”

“-and next thing I know they all had weapons in their hands and Quackity is glaring at me as if i just killed his dog! So I ran to the forest but they started coming after me and I kept tripping and I barely had enough time to hide my wings again before they were trying to shoot me with a crossbow! I made it to the portals and i was able to beat them and get to your portal before they even made it to the nether and... now, I'm here.” Dream finished in a small voice, tears collecting in his eyes as he looked down at the snow covered ground, his chest heaving from how quickly he was speaking.

Techno let out a tired sigh as he brought his hand up to rub his eyes, letting out a groan as he felt the headache forming again at all the new information that was just thrown at him. He could understand the others' fear, he couldn't imagine how terrifying it would be to see his friends suddenly pull out their weapons and try to actively hunt him down. Oh wait, no, no he could completely understand the other fear and helplessness.

“What,” he let out another sigh as he turned his attention back to Dream, the other perking up as he was addressed,” What type of hybrid are you? If you're going to stay here, I need to know what I'm getting myself into.”

Dream nodded his head in understanding, biting his lip as he looked back down to the ground, mumbling out a reply. Even with his overly sensitive ears, Techno wasn't able to hear what the other said, causing his annoyance to grow at the other’s stubbornness.

“Speak up Dream, I can't hear you. If you don't tell me what you are you can kiss your chance of staying here good-”

“I said I'm an ender dragon hybrid, okay! I'm the whole deal, with wings, and horns, and claws, and everything!” Dream growled out, glaring up at Techno as his green eyes seemed to glow purple in anger, or maybe that was fear? Technoblade wasn't sure but what he was sure of was that his life was about to become more complicated all due to a green teletubby. Or well, green enderdragon, apparently. 

The both of them were silent, having a standoff to see who would break first. Dream was still fidgeting, shifting his weight from one foot to the other but the glare was still present in his face. Techno tilted his head slightly to the side, watching as the others glare lessened slightly as the familiar scent of fear entered back into the air. 

We should let him stay, it's only for a few days right? It won't be that bad.

Yeah but he could still be lying?

Even if he was lying he's obviously scared of someone finding him!

We can let him stay for a few days then we can kick him out!

Techno rolled his eyes as chat decided to make his decision for him, letting out a groan at the thought of the amount of headaches he was going to have to suffer from in the future. 

“...You can stay for a few days, and ONLY a few days. You're not going to touch anything and you're going to sleep on the couch, do you understand? If you piss me off ONE time, your out.”

Techno pretends not to notice the wide but grateful grin that was quickly forming on Dream’s pretty face, motioning for the other to enter into the cabin before closing the door behind the other male. He also pretends not to notice the excitement entering the other scent as Dream looks around the house, keeping his hands to himself but looking like a kid in a candy store. As the other was distracted, Techno quietly took in the others' scent, closing his eyes at the homey scent that was starting to cling to the objects in his cabin. The scent of freshly baked apple pie and freshly brewed coffee starting to cling to the objects located around his home, the faint scent of iron that must have been from when Dream scratched Quackity.

Technoblade let out a huff as a sudden weight was thrown onto him, quickly glancing down only to see a head of blonde hair underneath his chin. He raised an eyebrow as he continued standing there with his arms at his side, feeling the arms that had wrapped around his shoulders tighten momentarily.

“Thank you.” A muffled voice said, the sincerity still clear even though the speech was muffled. Techno nods his head, hesitantly wrapping his arms around Dream’s waist and squeezing him gently.

“Don't mention it.”

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Technoblade admittedly should have realized Dream was going to be staying for longer than “just a few days”. He should have known that once he agreed to letting the other stay with him, he was just signing himself up for having a new roommate. Although, he has to admit that Dream is a thousand times better than Tommy at being a good roommate so at least he had that going for him. 

You couldn't really blame him though, it's not like Dream was a bad roommate. He didn’t touch anything without asking and he went out and got his own food no matter how many times Techno told him he could borrow his as long as he replaced it eventually. He always made sure to clean up after himself and after he woke up he would always make the couch look nice again, resetting the pillows and folding the blankets. Techno didn't even know where the other got the blankets because they weren't Techno's, all of the bedding inside his cabin was always kept in his room and he never let Dream go in there.

It's not that Techno didn't trust Dream, well maybe a little, piglin were just natural territorial. Not to mention that's where he kept everything that was valuable to him so it wasn't his fault he let out quiet growls every time Dream got too close to his room. It was just his instinct, he couldn't really control them all that well since, well he normally doesn't socialize much. He would never admit this to anyone, but he got nervous when someone wanted to talk to him. He just got worried over whether or not he was going to say the right things or if the other person was going to judge him. Living with Dream was slowly helping him though, since the other was always trying to talk to him.

In his defense, dream would growl back sometimes to, his own hybrid side not taking a liking to an opposing male threatening him. Or really anyone threatening him for that matter but with Techno it was worse because they both knew Techno would be able to take down Dream, it might be a struggle to do so but Techno and Dream were pretty much measured in fighting power. The only really big difference between the two being their fighting styles, Techno preferring power over flexibility and vice versa.

Dream was also always trying to touch him, which Techno decided was one of the stranger things the other had a habit of. Whether it was just barely there touch on his arm or a full on hug, the other was always trying to touch him. Techno didn't mind it per say but it was just weird since normally people tried to avoid touching him at all cost. It was actually kind of nice to have someone want to touch and be around him all the time.

When Techno woke up, he instantly noticed something different was going on. His confusion only grew when he took in his surroundings, noting how everything seemed to still be in place. There were birds chirping outside his window and he could distantly hear what seemed to be a herd of sheep making noise, probably spooked by a wolf. Nothing in his room was moved around or disorganized and his clothes were sitting in his chair right where he let them the night before. 

The only thing that seemed to be wrong was the scent of something cooking, the smell of food wafting through the small cabin. Techno felt his eyes closing without his control as the scent of eggs and meat floated into his bedroom. His stomach growled, something he would have been embarrassed about if he had half the mind too but at the moment, he was more focused on the delicious smells surrounding him. He could just imagine the food set out on the table, the meats cut into bite sized pieces and mixed with the eggs, hash browns cooking in pan, bread melting on toast-

Wait a minute.

Technoblade snapped his eyes open, quickly jumping out of his bed and getting himself tangled in the sheets in the process. He grunted as his body met the floor, kicking at the sheets until he was able to remove them from his legs. He scrambled to get up, rushing to the door and throwing it open as he rushed to get to the kitchen. He almost ran into a wall in his rush, hissing as he stubbed his toe before quickly stopping in the doorway leading to the kitchen. 

What he saw first was all the food set out on the table, plates of eggs and steaks placed down on two placing mates. There was a pitcher filled with some sort of juice set in the middle of the table, another filled with water. There was silverware set beside the plates, napkins underneath them and what seemed to be some sort of fruit jam placed next to a plate of toasted bread. All in all, Technoblade had to admit that the food looked absolutely amazing and he could hear his stomach growling at the thought of digging into the meal.

Holy shit this is gonna be like the first real meal we've had in weeks!

Man, just the sight of it is making me hungry!

Come on Techno, let's just dig in! It was obviously made for us!

Yeah man, just look at how perfect it looks!

“Oh you're awake! I didn't think you would be up for another half hour!” A voice called from the kitchen, a familiar voice that sounded like the one that was constantly annoying him.

“Dream?” He said as he slowly walked into the kitchen, stopping at the doorway as his eyes widened, feeling his heart skip a beat.

There, right in the middle of his kitchen was Dream, wearing a pink apron and holding a bowl, mixing some type of batter. He was wearing his hoodie, the oversized clothing now more noticeable since the other only seemed to be wearing shorts and not his normal leggings. His hair was sticking up slightly in the back, giving the other a small cow lick. Said male turned around at the mention of his name, looking him up and down before throwing Techno an amused smirk. “Good morning, did you forget your clothes or are you trying something new out? If so, I love the change, it's really charming.”

You know, I'm suddenly hungry for a different meal.

I second that.

Ditto.

I'm sure if we asked him, Dream would make us something else!

That's not what we're talking about but okay,

You guys are disgusting! Its Dream, just look at him!

Oh, I am looking at him.

You all need Jesus.

“Heh!” Techno exclaimed as he frantically looked down at himself, blushing a bright red as he noticed he was only in his boxes and nothing else, not to mention chats comments were not helping. Techno was extremely happy that others couldn’t hear his thoughts ,because by gods, he would have died from embarrassment. He felt his blush grow even bright as Dreams' laughter filled the air, moving his hands to try and cover himself up. He growled, trying to come off as intimidating but only coming off as bashful, as Dream continued to laugh, slowly trickling down into a light giggle as Dream looked back at him.

“Well see, I thought maybe someone had broken into my house since I could smell something being cooked while I was in bed.” He said as he glared at the other, his blush slowly fading from his face as the initial embarrassment faded away. He watched as dream shrugged nonchalantly and went back to mixing whatever the hell he was mixing before he started laughing at Techno.

“I just figured I could do something nice for you since you're letting me stay longer.” Dream said as he poured some of the batter into a pan with a little bit of oil in it, Techno watched the batter cook for a few minutes before staring at the back of he other's head. 

“I didn't even know you could cook. I figured you just ate the hopes and dreams of children.”

“Shut the hell up Techno, my cooking is amazing.”

“Yeah? The corpse in the backyard tells you that? Maybe it was the voices in your head?”

“You're the only one who hears Techno, don't associate me with yourself.”

Techno waved off the other as he went to get dressed, quickly pulling on his clothes before making his way back downstairs to see Dream setting down a plate full of pancakes. He slowly walked over to the table, taking in everything before his eyes found Dreams. He watched as Dream bit his lip, fidgeting as he looked back and forth from the table to Techno. Techno furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as the other continued to fidget. He subtly sniffed at the air and his confusion grew at the nervous scent Dream was giving off, like rotten oranges mixed with vanilla.

He is waiting for you to say something!

Tell him it looks amazing!

Tell him he looks amazing!

“It um it looks amazing.” Techno said as he rubbed the back of his neck, hesitantly glancing up at Dream’s face, “Thank you for um making all of this.” He finished by gesturing to the table, looking away from the other and clearing his throat.

“Thank you, I hope you enjoy it! I promise i am a great cook!”

Techno looked up just in time to see the last remnant of a smile on Dreams face, the other gesturing for Techno to sit down as he pulled out his own chair. Techno quickly sat down at that, awkwardly glancing from the foot laid out in front of him and Dream. He jumped suddenly when Dream clapped and looked up at the other male.

“Come on, let's eat!”

Since then, Dream started making most of the meals they would eat, whether it be a simple soup or something big and extravagant, Dream was always the cook. Techno, of course, offered to cook but after one disastrous meal it was decided that he would just do the dishes for now on. So with that decided, they got into a new routine of doing their own separate things until dinner time came around. Then, Dream would cook up a meal for the both of them and after they were both finished, Techno would clean up the kitchen and do the dishes. Occasionally, when Dream was too tired to cook, they just had sandwiches or Techno would make baked potatoes since that was the only meal he could make without burning anything (it's a miracle he survived this long with his cooking abilities).

Sometimes, after the dishes were done and they were winding down from the day, Dream would put some sort of music on and they would both sit there and listen to it, sometimes reading, sometimes just enjoying each other's company. 

Like tonight, they were just sitting there enjoying each other's company. Techno had his copy of “The Art of War” and was re-reading it for the thousandths time and Dream was just laying back against the couch, humming the tune of the song underneath his breath. It was quiet, the atmosphere filled with soft humming coming from the ender dragon hybrid and the occasional hum from the piglin. 

Techno had been subtly looking at the other from behind his book, watching as the fireplace reflected off of the other's eyes, the mixture of blue and green truly beautiful as the light hit them. He watched as the gentle light seemed to highlight the others' scars and, not for the first time, Techno wondered if he was allowed to ask how the ender dragon got his multiple scars. He wanted to know how it happened, who was there, did it hurt much, did he bleed a lot, everything. He just wanted to know everything about him and that thought alone scared Techno. 

He was a curious hybrid, he won't deny that, but what scared him was how badly he wanted to know the other male in the room. He wanted to know his likes and his dislikes, how many other scars he was hiding behind all that clothing, how he could smile through tears and yet somehow still come out on top. He wanted to know everything he could about Dream and that alone was enough for his heart to skip a few beats.

He was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of clothing moving, looking up to see Dream getting up from the couch. He watched as the other made his way to his their kitchen, a small sway in his movements and a hum being gently produced from his throat. Techno figured the other hybrid was just going to get a sack or some water and he turned his attention back to his book.

He looked up when he felt a hand gently grip his shoulder, seeing a hand that had black fingertips, the black almost being iridescent as a subtle shade of purple flashes across them. That was another thing Techno wanted to know about the other, he wanted to know what all enderdragon parts the other had. He had already seen the black stained fingertips after he accidently walked in on Dream changing, stopping and staring before the other noticed and quickly turning around as Dream threw a pillow at him. He was quick to assure dream that he didn't care about his physical traits and that he thought his fingers looked pretty cool and from then on, dream always allowed himself to keep the black on them. He distantly remembered the other mentioning something about wings and claws when explaining why he was running but he had never seen either of them, not even a passing glance. Now, Technoblade doesn't want to admit that he was disappointed but he hoped one day to gain enough of the other's trust for him to reveal them to him, secretly hoping that day was sooner rather than later.

“-chnoblade? Hey Techno, you okay?” A silky voice pulled him from his thoughts, a hum leaving his throat as he glanced up at the other giving him what he hoped was a reassuring look.

“Yeah, sorry spaced out. Did you need somethin’?” He asked, a small part of him getting excited as he watched Dream blush slightly before seeming to gather his wits.

“Will you dance with me?” Dream asked as he smiled reassuringly down at Techno, like a snake waiting for its prey to take the bait.

Well, that certainly wasn't what he was expecting.

“Um no? I don't dance, Dream. I'm a warrior not a ballerina.”

“Dude come on, dancing it just like fighting, only less aggressive!”

“Yeah, it's still a no for me. Why don't you go find someone else to dance with?”

A silence falls over the two hybrids as Techno finishes speaking.

…

Real charming Technoblade, now he's going to think you incompetent.

Real smooth bro!

Shut up he mentally hisses at the voices, watching as the annoyance on Dreams face grew and a low growling noise started to escape the other hybrid.

“Who else am I supposed to dance with, huh? Casper the friendly ghost? It's just one dance, that's all I'm asking.”

Techno let out a sigh at the other males logic and hesitantly nodded his head, watching the other carefully as a grin spread across Dream’s face. He noted the excitement entering the other scent, watching as his pupils expanded slightly in a way that was absolutely fascinating to watch. Techno would never say that aloud though, that would ruin his reputation. 

Techno allows the other male to grab his hands, staring at him with wide eyes as the other hybrid slowly moves the two of them into a more open area. He watches, frozen in a trance, as Dream moves his hands so that they're holding onto the other boy's waist, Dream's own hands moving so they're wrapped around the taller males shoulders. He feels how Dream starts to gently sway, Techno's body moving along with him as Techno continues to stare down at him. Dream smiles up at him and hums in amusement

“Dragon got your tongue Techie?” He teases as he grins up at Techno. Techno snaps out of his trance at that, never one to back down from a verbal beating.

“No, the annoying green teletubby just bullied me into dancing with him and I'm plotting his death.” He says in his monotone voice, grinning slightly as Dream starts laughing.

“Awe the big bad Techno got taken down by a green teletubby? How cute and you thought you were so srawwy warry”

“Scarier than you, dragon boy, at least I don't snore in my sleep.”

“I don't snore! You, on the other hand, do! I sleep in the living room and I can hear you!”

“Yeah well um at least I don't act like a pretty little housewife slaving away in the kitchen! So hah!”

“Awe, you think I'm pretty?”

“Yes! I mean no, no I didn't say that.”

“Hm, you kinda did though.”

Techno stares down at the wide cheshire grin that had spreaded across Dream's face sometime in between their argument, huffing and looking away from Dream. He hears the other start to laugh, trying to keep a straight face but ultimately failing and watches Dream from the corner of his eye as a small smile fits itself on his face.

Dream must have really lost control because the next thing he knows, two huge, black bat-like wings are surrounding them, the wings gently shaking as the owner of said wings continues to laugh his ass off. Techno turned his attention to the wings, noting how strong they look and the hooks that were located at the top of the wing’s bone structure. He noticed that they seemed to be a little translucent, him barely being able to see some light filtering through the wings. He wondered if Dream was able to fly with them, they look big enough to do so and they were basically made of pure muscle so he couldn’t see why the other wouldn't be able to fly.

“Do you mind? My wings, do you mind me having them out?”

Techno frowns slightly at the other question, moving to grab dreams hands in a gentle but firm grip. He gently spun the other away from him, feeling his chest lighten as Dreams giggle filled the air again. He pulled the hybrid back to his chest, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist again as he hummed.

“No. I don't mind.”

Dream smiled up at him, a soft smile that one would see as they watched two people fall in love. They continued to sway for a while, Dream eventually letting out a yawn. They told each other goodnight, a long drawled out process as neither of them wanted to be away from each other. As Techno climbed into his bed, his mind fed him images of what life could be like now that Dream was there with him, that he wasn't alone anymore.

That night, Technoblade dreamed of black wings and green eyes.

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The next few days were...strange to say the least. Anytime the two hybrids were in the same room, there seemed to be a shift in the air and they always seemed to gravitate towards each other. When Dream was making meals, techno would come in, and sometimes he would peak over Dream's shoulder to see what the other was making. He wouldn't miss how the other hybrid would lean back against him, being mindful of his wings that he now left out most of the day. 

There were a few times where Technoblade was tempted to wrap his arms around Dream's waist, gently hugging him as he hooked his chin over the enderdragon's shoulder to watch him work. The idea of doing so was very much so appealing but Techno would always stop himself and walk away before actually taking action. Other times, like when they were just relaxing, Techno couldn't get the idea of cuddling with the other out of his mind. The two of them huddled together on the couch, their limbs intertwined as content green eyes stared up at him. 

Chat wasn't any help at all but that was pretty normal for them. Half of the time, they were talking about how pretty Dream was and about how good he looked in his clothing. The other half was actually pretty wholesome, making comments about how comfortable Dream seemed now that he had his wings out, how a weight seemed to have been lifted off the other male's shoulders. Technoblade won't deny the fact that pride would blossom in his chest every time chat mentioned that one fact, taking pride in the fact that he was able to make dream comfortable enough to reveal his wings to him. 

Everything besides that was perfectly fine, although Techno did notice a strange change in how his instinct reacted to Dream. Instead of wanting to growl every time the man got too close to something he considered his territory, his instinct instead seemed to almost accept it. There was no more growling, no more snarling, just...content. Hell, maybe even a little curiosity, he found himself releasing some sort of noise whenever Dream would walk away, having to stop himself before he followed after the other male like a dog. 

Technoblade didn't exactly know what was happening but it wasn't a bad change and that's all he cared about. So what he wanted to follow the ender dragon hybrid around as if the other male was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. Well, Dream really was one of the most fascinating beings Techno had ever seen and every day he just seemed to embrace that title more and more.

Technoblade knew Dream had to have some sort of connection to the server, he was the admin after all but Tehno didn't know he had such a deep connection. They were out looking for more meat, occasionally stopping to collect some wood or watermelon seeds. Dream was the one to insist on collecting the watermelon seeds, claiming they were his favorite fruit. 

“Watermelons aren't even a fruit, teletubby. They're vegetables.”

“They are not! They are a fruit!”

“No, they are distant relatives of cucumbers.”

“Distant relatives-Techno we're talking about watermelon, not people!”

“Yes, teletubby, I know that. If your oversized head had anything in there besides air you would know that vegetables and fruits are genetic relatives to each other.”

“Okay, now you're just making stuff up. They're not living things they can’t be-oh hello little guy!”

Technoblade looked back when he heard a chirping noise from beside Dream, seeing a small blue parrot perched on the other hybrids' shoulder. He watched as the bird continued to chirp at Dream, ruffling its feathers as it talked animatedly about something. The real shock happened when Dream chirped back at the bird, one of Technoblades eyebrows raising in amusement as he watched the two “talk” to each other.

“I’m sorry, I must be going blind because it seems as if you are talking to that parrot,” Technoblde said as he watched both the bird’s and Dream's heads turn to look at him. He startled slightly at the aggressive look in the parrot's eyes, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he took a few steps back. He watched as Dream huffed and gently ran a knuckle down the parrot's chest, the piglin hybrid watching in amazement as the bird seemed to calm down.

“Number one, that's rude. Number two, his name is cookie you asshole and he would like it if you showed him some respect.” Dream finished with a triumph nod, the parrot on his shoulder nodding along with him. Technoblade shook his head in disbelief as he let out an amazed chuckle, turning away from Dream and continuing to walk deeper into the jungle biome.

“At least I'm not the one named after the thing that I would die from if I ate it.” Techno ignored the offended squawk that escaped the parrot's beak, or at least he thinks it was from the parrots for all he knew it was from Dream, “Come on birdman. I want to find some cave before night falls so we, or more specifically YOU, don't die.”

He heard a snicker from behind him, feeling one of Dream's wings gently rub against his arm as Dream caught up to him, “Awe, you do care about me. You gonna protect me from all the big, scary monsters?” Dream teased as the parrot in the hybrid's shoulder squawked.

“Shut the hell up, if anything they should be scared of you, teletubby. Hell, if I didn't know that I could take you with my eyes closed, I Would probably be a little intimidated.”

“You know, that almost sounded like a compliment but then you had to go and ruin it.”

“It's a gift, truly.”

Technoblade saw Dream roll his eyes out of the corner of his eyes, playfully bumping his shoulder against Dream’s. The two continued making their way through the jungle, Dream continuing to talk to the bird on his shoulder. Technolade honestly wonders if Dream could actually understand the bird or not. Like, did he actually hear words coming from the bird, or was he just responding to the parrot to amuses the feathered terror? It honestly would be pretty cool if the other could talk to animals but Tehnoblade would rather keep that opinion to himself. 

Eventually, they reached the edge of the jungle and Techno watched as Dream and the bird said goodbye, rolling his eyes at how dramatic it sounded. All he could hear were chirps and squawks, but whatever the bird was saying must have been moving because Dream was starting to look like someone kicked his puppy.

God what a loser.

I bet he can't even understand the bird.

Yeah well, I bet you better shut the hell up, this is a no hatting Dream zone.

Yeah! Where his number one simp!

Besides Technoblade, of course.

Yeah, man is whipped all-cause Dream batted his pretty little eyelashes at him.

“I hate every single one of you and I hope you know that,” Techno muttered out loud, wishing he could mentally smack chat. He looked up towards the sky, noting how they had about an hour and a half before the sun would get low enough for hostile mobs to start spawning. Looking around the area he took groaned when he didn't see any cave opening, the jungle just opening up to an empty plains biome. 

“Listen lovebirds, I hate to break you up but we need to get going so we can find shelter for the night. So how about you wrap it up so we can continue on.”

Technoblade watched as a sly grin grew on Dream’s face, feeling nervousness start to grow in his stomach. He didn’t like that look on the other, it usually meant he wanted either to say something smart or Techno was about to get bullied relentlessly. Either way, the piglin hybrid took a few small steps back as the other hybrid stalked closer to him, watching as Dream's grin turned into something more predatory. Like something you'd see on the face of a cat just as it was about to pounce. 

He stopped backing up once his back hit a tree, letting out a small “oof” sound as he continued to observe the ender dragon hybrid as he stalked closer and closer until he was right in front of him. He watched as Dream slowly spread his wings, the black limbs spreading out and into the air behind the male. He took note of how Dreams pupils had gotten smaller, a lot smaller to where they looked thin enough to be strands of thread. He leaned back as much as he could as the other hybrid leaned forward, watching with cautious eyes as Dream grinned, his eyes catching on the fangs that were suddenly located on each side of Dream’s mouth. 

Well, those were new.

“Awe, what's wrong Technoblade? Are you getting jealous of a bird? I know you aren't exactly America's next top model but I’d at least think you thought of yourself as prettier than a bird?” Dream’s condescending tone washed over him, a small coo coming out when he finished speaking as he stared up at the piglin, waiting for his response.

Mark me down as scared and horny, that was hot.

You know, I'm going to have to agree with you on this one.

Awe! Look at him trying to be all big and bad!

Now, Technoblade would usually consider himself to be a somewhat reasonable person. You try and kill him, he kills you, You know, the reasonable thinking. But when someone, especially someone who carried themselves as if they were a god, insults him and tries to intimidate him? Oh hell no, all logic gets thrown out the window and for once Technoblde agrees with his instinct.

 Dream needs to be reminded that he is not the top predator.

He let out a loud growl, the sound traveling throughout the area around them as his lips curled around his tusk, sharp and threatening. He pinned his ears to the side of his head and glared down at the smaller male, his nails growing into his claws as they dug into the meat in his hand.

“I think you need to be reminded that you are not the top dog.” Techno snarled out, standing up to his full height as he slowly walked forward, pushing the other male back with his clawed hand until Dream's back hit a tree. “I suggest you lower those pretty little wings of yours before I claw them off of your back with my bare hands. You might think you're all big and powerful just because you're an ender dragon hybrid, but I promise you, this is a fight you will not win.”

“Now, I'll tell you again. Stand. Down.”

The tension between the two powerful hybrids could be cut with a knife as Dream refused to stand down, his own growl joining Technoblades in an attempt to intimidate the other. The growl seemed to have the opposite effect, only causing the piglin hybrid to growl louder in response as his crimson eyes stared down at definite green ones.

Silence rang throughout the air, even the animals stopped making noise, as their standoff continued, no doubt looking as if they were about to start curling each other, looking for a weakness in the movements of the other.

Dream looked slightly down as he lowered his wings, the black membrane folding in on itself as they settled on his back.  A puff of smoke escaped his nose as he let out a breath, stifling his growling until it was nothing more than an upturn of his lips. Technoblade pulled away from Dream once he saw his submission, letting out a snort as he started making his way to the plains biome, not stopping to see if the other was following after him.

“Come on, we’ve wasted enough time.”

Neither of them mentioned the incident in the jungle again but there was a noticeable shift in their dynamic. While Dream would still fight and argue with him, he would always give in and let Technoblade win. He rarely growled at Techno and in the rare times that he did, he was quick to try and get back onto the others' good side. He had no issue showing Technobalde his neck, something that the piglin hybrid was concerned about but his instinct became more prominent anytime Dream would reveal his neck. He always kept his wings in control, only letting them freely move around when there was enough room for them to stretch without getting in Technoblade’s space. 

In return, Technoblade instincts completely calmed down around Dream, only letting out a growl to inform Dream when he was stepping over the line. His biggest issue now was the fact his instincts screamed at him to purr every time Dream willingly showed his neck, having to stifle the noise before it escaped his throat. He was baffled about why his instincts all of a sudden seemed to adore the other hybrid but he tried to keep that part of himself hidden, god forbid Dream actually figure out his internal struggle.

Technoblade had just been going to feed his dogs when he heard one of them bark, quickly picking up his pace to see who or what was causing his dogs distress. He growled once he caught a hint of a scent that most definitely wasn't wet dog, rushing into the room with his mouth open ready to yell at whoever was messing with his loyal companions.

His words stopped on his tongue as he took in the scene in front of him, his mouth wide open as he watched his dogs maul whoever had been bothering them. Dreams laughter filled the air as the dogs licked his face, arms, hands, anywhere they could reach. He screeched when one of them licked his ear, frantically rubbing his ear on his shoulder.

"Ew gross! That's my ear you goofball! Don't lick it!” Dream screeched as he gently shoved the dog off of him, the dog in turn baking at him as he went back in for the kill. Technoblade continued to watch as his battle-trained dogs attacked  Dream with kisses, their tails wagging a hundred miles an hour in their excitement. 

Awe! Look at him, bonding with our little murders!

He looks so happy and cute! I just want to grab his whittle cheeks!

Which cheeks though is the real question.

You just have to ruin everything wholesome, don't you?

One goal in life, baby.

Gross.

He watched as Dream looked up, the other hybrid holding a shocked look on his face before he sheepishly pushed all the dogs off of them, their whining filling the air.

“Oh um hey Techno, didn't see you there.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Why are you down here?”

“Well, I heard a noise coming from down here so I came down to investigate and one thing led to another…” Dream sheepishly replied, looking off to the side as a small blush took over his face, growing in color when one of the dogs took the opportunity to pounce on him, begging for more attention. 

“So you came down here and somehow turned my army of blood-thirsty dogs into... fun-loving pets?” Tehoblade asked, judgment clear on his face as he watched Dream shyly nod his head, threading his fingers through one of the dog's fur as he slowly stood up. 

“Sorry.” he muttered as he walked over to Technoblade, avoiding his eyes the entire time.

Technoblade let out a sigh and shook his head, rolling his eyes as he shoved a bucket full of meat into the other hybrid's hands. He heard the dogs starting to go crazy behind him but his attention was on Dream, watching as the other studied the bucket before he looked up at Technoblade with a confused look.

“If you're already down here you might as well help feed them. It's the least you could do.” Technoblade said as he started placing hand fulls of meat into bowls that were laid out on the ground, listening as Dream started to do the same to the other bowls. They quickly filled up the food bowls and Technoblade brought out more buckets full of water and Dream helped to distribute them too. It was silent between the two hybrids, the only noise in the room the sound the dogs made as they devoured their meal. 

“Sorry again about coming down here. I should have just told you instead of investigating it myself.” The ender dragon hybrid mumbled from where he stood next to the piglin, his wings rugged and tightly held against his back and his eyes cast down onto the floor. Technoblade watched as the other seemed to knead the skin on his palms as he waited for the other to respond, deciding to take pity on Dream. There was really no reason to get angry at him, it's not like he hurt any of Tecno’s dogs. If anything, he did help Technoblade with feeding and watering them when he could have just walked away or ignored the other hybrid.

“As long as you don't hurt them, I don't care. Just...don't turn them into lapdogs. they're supposed to be scary and terrifying not cute and cuddly.” 

Technoblade watched as a grin spread across Dream's face at his words, the other’s posture relaxing as he grinned mischievously at the dogs.

“No promises.”

Another thing Technoblade was shocked to learn about was how much Dream liked horses. He could have sworn someone had said something about Dream owning a horse, he thinks its name was like Spirit or something like that, but he had yet to ever see the man on top of said horse. Maybe he had it hidden away? As an extra precaution? He didn't know, he just knew that Dream seemed to love Karl.

And for reasons unknown, Karl seemed to love Dream. He discovered this one day when he was farming his potatoes, just him and the plants. And well, Dream was there too but he had gotten distracted by something early on and ran off. Technoblade didn't really care, it was kind of nice to have some alone time after being stuck with Dream for so long. He hummed quietly as he worked, for once chat was quiet too, just enjoying the silence that had fallen around the piglin hybrid.

“Well aren't you just the most handsome man I’ve ever seen!”

And there goes the peace and quiet.

Technoblade groaned quietly as he looked up from where he was finishing planting new plants, looking up as he tried to find what exactly Dream was talking about. His confusion grew as he saw a familiar horse following after Dream.

“What are you doing with Carl?”

“Hm? Oh, this is Carl? No wonder he's such a handsome boy! I didn't even recognize him without his armor on!”

Technoblade watched as Dream fretted around the horse, rolling his eyes as Carl proceeded to entertain Dream by allowing him to climb onto his back. He will admit, the fact that Dream was able to climb onto Carl’s back with ease was a little impressive but what was more impressive was when Dream proceeded to take off, Carl galloping off as Dream’s laughter slowly faded. 

Now, while Technobalde was a good rider, he has never and he would never willingly get onto a horse's back without a saddle and bridle. He simply just didn't trust that the horse wouldn't automatically proceed to buck him off and leave him in the dust. He should have known that the little green psycho would have been ballsy enough to ride a horse bareback.

It was quiet for a few minutes, Techn just deciding to go back to tending his plants figuring the pair would come back once they got bored. What he wasn't prepared for was to hear Carl’s hooves beating the ground, looking up only to see him stopping right in front of him. He jumped back, landing on his ass and he put his hands on the ground to stabilize himself.

“Technoblade man you have to see this!”

“Are you fucking kidding me! You could have trampled me!”

“Oh, you're fine! Listen-”

“No, I'm not fine! How did you know Carl would stop before he hit me?!”

He seethed as he watched the ender dragon hybrid roll his eyes, letting out a huff as he held up two fingers.

“One, you're his owner dumbass, he's not going to run you over, he likes you, and two, I told him to stop before he ran you over.”

“Wha-”

The confusion on his face must have been very obvious by the way Dream groaned before shaking his head, mumbling something about it not being worth his time before he hopped off of Carl’s back. He gently patted the stallion's neck, receiving a small whinny in return, and shoved a ball of fur into Technoblades hands. The other male scrambled to grab the animal properly, holding it up to his face before looking up at Dream.

The bundle of fur in his hands was quite ugly, and not even in a cute way. Its fur was all different colors, mixing from brown to black and white then back to brown. Its eyes were a dark green color, reminding Technoblade of the enderdragon standing in front of him. There seemed to be a small chunk of flesh missing from its right ear and he grunted in annoyance as it batted at his hair, quickly shoving it back at Dream.

Damn, that thing is ugly, kinda looks like Dream though.

Hey! This is a no-hate zone! We don't hate Dream or his cat!

You can't deny that it is ugly though.

Well...maybe a little but she's cute in an ugly sort of way!

...

I'm starting to think you're blind, man.

“What is it?”

“It's a cat!”

“Yeah I see that but why is it so ugly?”

“God, you're such a dick! She's not ugly she's beautiful!”

“Uh  yeah sure.”

He watched as the other cuddled the cat in his arms, cooing down at her gently. The cat seemed to perk up at that, responding with a small mewl of her own which encouraged Dream to continue to coo at her. Tecnnlade rolled his eyes, glancing over at Carl to see if the stallion shared his annoyance only to find the horse a few feet away, grazing on a patch of grass.

Hours later, after Carl had been put up and everyone, yes including the cat, had taken a bath, the two went to their respective beds to wind down for the night. Dream passed out almost immediately after he was comfortable on the couch. The ugly cat was laying on his chest, purring away in content as she slowly fell asleep due to the warmth the hybrid was giving off. As Tehnoblade walked past the two to head to his own bed, he stopped when he heard a small, broken purr coming from the person the cat was laying on. He listened to Dream purr for a few minutes, a small smile breaking out across his face. He gently ran a hand through the hybrid's hair, slowly unknotting some of the knots in the dirty blond hair, grinning when the purring got louder.

He stopped petting the blond, walking past him and up the ladder to his own room. Before he completely climbed the ladder, he looked back at the other male and let out a small purr of his own. He listened to responding purr before continuing his way up to his bed.

As he laid in bed, quiet purrs escaped Technoblade and, for once, he couldn't find himself to mind.

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After that, to Technoblades embarrassment, the two hybrids became more accustomed to responding to each other by just using sounds. For example, Dream would whine when he wanted to get Technobade’s attention, a long, drawn-out thing that Technoblade could only describe as pathetic. It sounded pathetic, the reasoning behind it was pathetic, and the use of it was pathetic yet, anytime Dream’s whine would fill the air, no matter how faint, Technoblade’s attention would automatically turn to him. 

It was embarrassing the first time it happened. They had been cleaning up the house, wiping down all the furniture, and putting away anything that had been moved from its original spot. The sound of soft music had filled the air, Dream claiming that it helped him stay focused but if you asked Technoblade, he was only playing it to get on Technoblades nerves. Besides the music it was basically silent, the two working together to clean the area when a sudden noise broke through the air.

It was pretty high-pitched and drawled out and Technoblades instincts immediately identified it as someone whining. What he wasn't prepared for was for his body to move on its own, his hands releasing the books he was holding and his legs swiftly carrying themselves over to Dream. He grabbed the other hybrid's shoulders, turning him around and frantically looking him up and down, trying to figure out what was wrong and what was causing him to whine. 

"Dream? What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong?"

"Then why did you whine?"

"Oh! I don't know, I just wanted to get your attention, and before I had the chance to call your name a whine escaped. Sorry, didn't mean to freak you out!"

Technoblade stood there in silence as he took in what Dream told him, his brain slowly catching up and the horror settled in. The other male was apparently oblivious to Technoblades growing horror, rambling on about something, Technoblade didn't even know. All he knew was that his instincts just made him drop what he was doing so that he could go make sure Dream was alright. 

It slowly got easier after the first incident, Dream quickly catching on that his whining would get Technoblade to give the other his full attention and the ender dragon hybrid took that to his full advantage. Anytime Technoblade would try to ignore Dream, the other male would let out small whines, truly pathetic sounds, but they had the desired effect of Technoblade immediately giving Dream his attention. Technoblade eventually got used to the noise and would now only glance over at Dream or let out a quiet hum, saving himself some embarrassment. 

Dream didn't seem to mind the change that happened, if anything he seemed to embrace the new change with enthusiasm. When he didn't feel like talking, Dream would use whatever sound he thought of first to communicate with the other, and Technblade was slightly disturbed at how easily he was able to tell the difference between the sounds. Like when the other let out this weird low, grumble-like growl, he was annoyed or he was mad about something. When he let out a high-pitched chirp, much like the one the cat, Patches as Deam named her, would let out when she saw a bird, it meant he saw something interesting or he got distracted by something. 

Other than that, life had been pretty peaceful at the cabin, the only real issues being between the two hybrids and their battle for dominance, well okay maybe Technoblade was exaggerating. It wasn't as much of a battle as it was an annoyance since Dream was constantly trying to see how far he would go over the line without Technoblade coming in and ruining his party. He was constantly creeping close to Technoblades room, sniffing around the door before the other would let out a warning growl and he would leave it be. He would invade the other space as much as possible, rubbing his wings against Technoblades arms or back but at this point, he was already too used to it to put up much of a fight. One time, Dream had tried to fight Technoblade for dominance again and it ended as well as one could imagine, with Dream pinned to the floor by a body bigger than his and a snarling piglin’s claws digging into his wrist. Technobalde knew that Dream probably wasn't serious when he challenged him but at the moment his instinct insisted on proving he was bigger and better. Which yeah, in Technoblades opinion, he was obviously bigger and better but he would never deny that Dream himself was also a force of nature and Technolade was a little thankful that he had never been, and hopefully will never be, on Dream’s bad side.

“I want to spar.”

Technoblade glanced up from where he was sharpening one of his blades to see Dream standing in front of him, decked out in full netherite armor and his trusted axe, nightmare as he affectionately called it, held in a tightened grip. He raised an eyebrow in judgment before focusing back on his blade, hoping the other hybrid would get bored and just leave him alone.

“I said I want to spar.”

“Yeah, I heard you the first time.”

“So?”

“So what. I'm busy.”

“Come on, we can make it quick.”

“Apparently you don't know basic English. I said I'm busy, dragon. Fuck off.”

Technoblade rolled his eyes as he heard Dream let out one of his annoying growls, watching him with clear judgment in his eyes as the other lost his patience just because Technoblade wouldn't entertain him by sparring with him.

“I’ll pay you”

“Pay me with what? Your life? Yeah, no thanks.”

“No asshole, I'll give you gold or diamonds or I don't know anything if you just spar with me.”

He let the silence roll over the two of them as he considered his options. On one hand, he could spar with Dream and after beating that little shit into the ground he would be able to add something to his collection. On the other hand, if he could just annoy the other or ignore him for long enough, there was a small chance that Dream would leave him alone so he could work in peace.

Come on, we should spar with him! I'm bored!

Yeah plus now we can see him fighting up close!

You used to always want to watch Dream fight other people Technoblade, how is this any different?

He is afraid he's going to lose, ha loser!

Yeah, cause he knows he's gonna get his ass kicked by someone shorter than him!

“Apex predator” my ass, he won't even fight a skinny little green man!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Blood for the Blood God!

Woah woah, we don't want blood! That would mean we had to hurt Dream! We don’t want that!

Well I mean we kinda-

He let out an annoyed groan as chat continued to argue in his head, muting out their voices as he stood up from the chair he was sitting in. He set down the unfinished blade in its correct place, in a chest where all his unfinished projects were sitting until he had time to finish them. He heard footsteps following after him as he went and grabbed his sword, slowly putting on his armor just to annoy the inpatient ender dragon watching him like a hawk.

“We’ll do one round and then you own me 3 netherite ingots and 24 gold ingots, got it?”

“Yep got it, let's go!”

Technoblade let out a yelp as his arm was suddenly gripped tightly, being dragged by the other to the door as he tried to rip his arm out of Dream’s grip. For someone who looked as slim as he did, Dream sure did have an impressive grip strength.

He allowed Dream to drag him into an opening surrounded by trees, snow gently pilling around them as it got tangled in Dream's blond hair. He watched it for a minute, the thought of gently raking the snow out of the other hair momentarily crossed his mind before he shook his head and focused on the area he was dragged to.

It wasn't far from the cabin, he was able to see the light coming from the windows pretty clearly and could even see Carl peeking his head out from his stable. There were tall, spruce trees stretching up towards the sky surrounding the area, making a sort of circular barrier with their trunks. The ground had a pretty good layer of snow, the white powder only staking up to about 3 or 4 inches. Admittedly, it was a pretty good area to spar and his face must have said so because when he looked back at Dream the other had a smug look stretched across his pretty features.

“So? Do you like it?”

“It's...usable.”

“You're insufferable.” Dream rolled his eyes as he got into a fighting stance, moving to stand in the middle of the area. Tecnoblade followed after him, slowly swinging his sword through the air as he watched the other's movements. 

He observed how Dream seemed to favor his right side, putting more of his weight on his back foot to enable him to jump forward quicker, His grip on his axes handle was higher up on the wood, meaning he was going to go for quick, well-placed hits and not relying on his shoulders and back in having to lung the axe towards his target. 

They slowly started to circle each other, both of them looking for a weakness in their opponent's guard that would enable a quick and easy match. The silence continued to grow as neither took the first step, their feet barely making any noise as they walked through the snow.

Dream lunged, quickly throwing himself at Technoblade just as he predicted, the other throwing his sword up to parry the attack. Once the axe hit the blade, Technoblade pushed back against the other hybrid causing him to stumble slightly as he backed up, Technoblade watching as the other hybrid flexed his fingers around the handle of his weapon. 

It was silent until Technoblade took a step forward, swinging his blade in an upward motion before bringing it down hard at Dream, watching as Dream quickly darted away from the oncoming blade. Predicting this, he swung his blade again, the blade moving in the direction Dream was moving in, hitting nothing but open air. He let out a small growl as he turned to face Dream, his eyes widening as an axe came straight for his face, ducking down and pushing the flat side of this blade against Dream's legs. He heard a yelp before he felt the weight of Dream falling onto his back, quickly using the other momentum against the dragon as he quickly stood up. He heard a groan come from Dream as the other hit the ground, turning around to see Dream laying face down in the snow, his ass in the air and his axe dropped right beside him.

“You know, I don't think I've ever seen you from this angle. It's a lot better than your face.”

“Fuck off.” came the muffled reply from the man on the ground. Technoblade watched as the other rolled onto his side, quickly grabbing his axe as he took a swing for standing hybrid legs. Technoblade let out a quiet growl when he moved just in time for the axe to miss him, glaring down at the grinning face of Dream.

“You never pinned me. This round is still going.”

He stood back as Dream picked himself up from the floor, noting how Dream now seemed to favor his left side as he watched the other stalk around him. He kept his eyes on Dream the entire time, watching the movements of the predator as he was circled. He watched as Dream seemed to switch between which hand was leading on the axe, his confusion growing as a mischievous glint grew in Dream's green eyes.

“What are you-”

He quickly quit speaking as he moved out of the way just in time for an axe to impede itself into the ground he was just standing on. He quickly took the opportunity to bring the blunt end of his sword down on Dream's back, wincing slightly as Dream immediately toppled over onto the ground again. What he wasn't prepared for was for a boot to hook around his ankle and pull him down onto Dream, the other taking the opportunity to climb on top of Technoblade.

They tussled for a minute, Tecnoblade making sure Dream wasn’t able to pin his wrist while simultaneously trying to shove the smaller male off of him.

“How can someone be so small yet weigh so much?”

“You dick! I don't even weigh that much!”

“Yeah? I think my dogs weigh less than you.”

“Obviously they weigh less than me, their dogs! They don't even have half as much height as I-”

Technoblde took the others' distraction to kick Dream off of him, the other hybrid landing in the snow a few feet away from him. He heard a small cry escape Dream, glancing over to see him holding his wrist and glaring over at him. Technoblade let out a snort as he slowly got up, taking his time to swing his sword around as he walked over to Dream. When he reached the other, he held the tip of his blade to Dream’d throat, gently applying a small amount of pressure until a small droplet of blood escaped the flesh.

“Do you yield?”

“No.”

“Really? You have a blade to your throat yet you won't yield? Yield Dream, there is nothing you can do to get out of this.”

He watched as Dreams glare turned into something more deviant, a smug smirk flashing across his face as he squirmed on the ground as if getting comfortable. Technoblade watched on in confusion, wondering what the hell the other was doing and why he looked so relaxed to have a blade against the soft skin of his throat.

Damn, he looks good like this.

Did you see his blood? It was so red!

Blood for the blood god!

I'm starting to think some of you developed a blood kink from being with Technoblade for so long.

Can’t hate it till you try it. Blood's hot, especially the blood of certain blond currently squirming around on the ground.

…

Too far?

A sudden weight seemed to settle on top of one of Technoblades ankles, a warm weight that seemed almost scale-like through the leather of his boots. Like a snake's skin but also soft and it seemed to radiate enough warmth that he felt his entire leg begin to warm up along with his foot. Just as he was about to look down to see what was holding onto him, something pulled his leg out from under him. 

“Fuck!” He yelled as his back hit the ground, an audible thud sounding throughout the area as he laid there on the ground He heard a giggling coming from in front of him, a sudden weight plopping down on his stomach causing him to let out a groan of pain. The giggling continued and as he looked up when suddenly there was an axe being gently pressed into his throat. 

He reached his hands up to push away the blade only for a clawed hand to roughly grab his wrist and pin them so they were flat against Technoblade’s thighs. Dream moved his legs so his thighs were on either side of Technoblade legs, using the inside of his thighs to pin Technoblade’s hands to the outside of his own thighs. The weight was back on his ankle, this time pinning both of his ankles together before wrapping around them in a tight, constricting grip. 

“Do you yield?”

Technoblade stared up at Dream from where he pinned him down on the ground. His hand was holding the blade of his axe to his throat, close enough that when Technoblade took a breath, his throat pressed up against the sharpened blade of the axe head. The ender dragons hybrid wings were proudly being displayed behind the hybrid, light shining through the thin membrane and creating a shadow around the two of them. Dream’s pupils were tiny, the yellow that surrounded them being more prominent as well as the specks of gold that glittered around in them. The two of them were silent, Dream waiting for Technoblade to answer and Technoblade trying to calm his racing heart as the voices in his head got louder.

Look at him, he's gorgeous.

He's a perfect mate. Strong, beautiful, and he can take care of himself! Not to mention he like a master chief so bonus points!

He would look beautiful standing beside us on the battlefield, covered in the blood of everyone who had ever wronged us.

I'm not even mad that he just kicked our ass, he would be perfect.

“I yield.” Technoblade said in a winded voice, watching as Dream pupils went back to their normal size and his wings relaxed on his back. The other's thighs loosened their grip, Technoblade able to remove his hands as he gently flexed them to get the blood back into them. 

“What were you using to pin my ankles?”

“Hm? Oh, my tail.” As if to prove his point, Dream brought his tail up and waved it in the air to show Technoblade. 

The limb was a matte black color, a light shimmer of purple rolling over the scales as the sun hit it. The scales seemed soft, they looked like snakeskin but they didn't seem to be as rough as snakeskin, at least they didn't seem rough when they were wrapped around his boots. Small spikes were running down the limb, getting bigger the closer they got to the other's tail bone. 

“So? What do you think? Pretty cool right?”

“Yeah it's uh, it's cool I guess.”

“Oh, and you didn’t even say anything about my claws!”

“Your claws?”

“Mhm!” Technoblade flinched back as Dream shoved his still-clawed hands into his face, watching as the other proudly wiggled his fingers. The claws themselves were black, much like the tips of Dream’s fingers, and sharp. Extremely sharp to the point where Tecnolade was surprised they didn't cut into him when the other had used them to grab his wrist. They were also pretty long, sticking out about 2 centimeters from Dream’s fingers. 

He gently pushed them away from his face, motioning for Dream to get off of him. Once the other hybrid was completely off of him, he got up from the ground, groaning at the throbbing that had settled into his back from being dragged to the floor. The snow had thankfully broken some of his fall although not enough for his back to not be killing him. Man, he was not looking forward to the next morning where he imagined the bruises that were going to be covering his back. He heard a quiet wince come from behind him, looking back to see Dream sheepishly rubbing his arm as he glanced at Technoblade’s face.

“Sorry about that. I got into it, you know? Didn’t mean to quite literally drag you onto the ground.”

“It's fine, don't worry about it. Probably won't even bruise.”

“Oh, I bet it will. It's okay Techie, you can admit that I bested you,”

“Bested me? You cheated you, little bastard. That's not winning.”

“I didn’t cheat, I just used what I had to win. You would have done the same-oh wait no you were too busy lounging on the snow.”

“Oh shut up bitch boy.”

The two continued to bicker as they made their way back to the cabin, the snow slowly started to fall harder. They made it back to the cabin just in time as a blizzard started to howl outside, the blistering winds blowing all the newly fallen snow through the air, coating everything in the white powder. 

Technoblade was awoken from his sleep by a knocking at his bedroom door, almost thinking it was just a part of his dream until he heard it again. He groaned as he got out of his bed, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders so he could try and keep some of his body heat. He opened his door and glared at Dream, watching as the other fidgeted under his stare.

“What.” His monotone voice cut through the air quickly, his annoyance and frustration easily detected in his voice.

“Can I um can I stay with you? The um wind is um making it hard to sleep.”

“You can hear the wind in my room just fine.”

“Yeah but I’m not um alone, you know?”

“Oh I get it, you're afraid of the little blizzard?”

“Can I  please just stay with you tonight!” Technoblade flinched back slightly at the desperation that entered the other hybrid's voice. He waited for his instinct to yell at him about an intruder being so close to his den, to yell at him to growl until the other backed away from his door, but there was nothing. There was no growl that he was having to hold in, there was no snarl that was starting to form on his mouth. There was none of that but instead the urge to comfort and protect the other was growing faster by the minute. A comforting coo was threatening to escape his throat and the urge to wrap Dream in his arms sounded more and more appealing as the two of them stood there.

“...Fine. Just for tonight.”

A thankful smile grew on Dream’s face as Technoblade nodded his head towards his bed, waiting until Dream was situated and comfortable before climbing in after him. He laid as close to the edge as possible, stiff as a board until a meek voice broke through the room.

“You um you can touch me. If-If you want I mean. You don't have to but if you wanted to you could-”

Technoblade stopped the others rambling as he turned to face Dream, wrapping an arm around the other hybrid's waist and pulling him closer. He waited until he felt Dream’s shaky arms wrap around his torso before he buried his face in the enderdragon's hair. 

The howling of the wind got louder and Dream let out a whine, his arms holding onto Technoblade tighter in fear. Technoblade in turn slid his other arm under Dream’s neck, gently running his hand down the space between Dream’s wings, letting out quiet purrs to help calm the other down. He listened as the others' whines quieted down, turning into soft purrs of their own as he let out a deep breath, bringing Dream even closer to himself as he felt unconsciousness creeping into his consciousness.

The two hybrids fell asleep that night tangled together, the blizzard howling outside not reaching their ears as they took comfort in each other.

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A week passes and the blizzard is still howling outside. Dream, at this point, had basically moved into Technoblades room. Without Technolade's consent of course. 

“What are you doing?” Technoblade watches as Dream glances over at him from the bed, a blanket held in his hand and his other hand holding a pillow, Technoblades pillow to be exact.

“Um, moving stuff around?”

“Why are you touching my bed?”

“Because I'm making it better.” Dream says as he moves the pillows and blankets around, piling some of them along the wall he, as of recently Technoblade thinks bitterly, inhabits. The other pillows are placed back at the top of the bed, Dreams pillows mixing together with him in a way he just knows is going to cause them to become inseparable from each other. Blankets are laid out on the bed, the softest ones on the bottom and the heaviest ones laying on top of them. In the upper corner that borders the wall, there is a half-moon shape covering up the gap, as well as blankets and pillows stuffed so the gap between the bed and the wall is also filled. 

“This isn’t even your bed, why the hell are you touching anything? Don't you have your own bed to mess with, you know, the couch?”

He smirks slightly at the glare Dream sends him for his comment, watching the other as he gets up from the bed. He watches as Dream seems to observe the bed, tilting his head to the side before nodding his head, apparently proud of his work.

“It's too cold to sleep alone, Techno. Plus, I don’t hear you complaining when we're cuddling at night.”

Technoblade feels a blush start to grow on his face at the other's accusation, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest. He hears a small snicker come from Dream, feeling his blush grow brighter as he grinds his teeth together in irritation.

“You're the one cuddling up against me, not the other way around.”

“Oh! You're right! I was the one who moved the other so they were spooning them, right? I was the one who was LYING ON TOP of the other, isn't that right?”

“Shut up. I did not lay on top of you, you're just making that shit up.” He gets an unimpressed look for that, watching as Dream rolls his eyes and mockingly crosses his arms and pouts. He picks up one of the smaller pillows that were close to him and throws it at Dream, grinning when the other hybrid falls onto the bed from the hit. He watches as Dream squirms around before looking like he decided to just stay on the bed, stretching his arms and legs out across the bed. 

Technoblade rolls his eyes and walks over to Dream, picking up the thrown pillow and setting it at the head of the bed. He sits down next to the other hybrid, smacking the arm that settles on his lap. He sends Dream a heatless glare when the other proceeds to lay his arm on his lap again, sighing as he decides to just leave the arm where it is. He slowly lets his body fall back onto the bed, letting out a loud groan as his back hits the soft mattress. He lays an arm over his eyes, letting out a deep breath as he relaxes against the bed, closing his eyes as he listened to the breathing of the hybrid beside.

“You gonna take a nap?” Dreams' noticeable quiet voice gently surrounds them as he glances over at the other, seeing Dream already looking at him. He slowly shakes his head no, considering the option before deciding against it. It's not like he couldn't use the sleep, honestly who doesn't, but he just hates not being productive, and taking a nap in the middle of the day definitely is not productive. At least, not in his books, since the other male can often be found sleeping next to windows or curled up under the blankets on his their bed. 

“No. I'll get up and leave you to sleep like the lazy ass you are. Just give me two minutes.”

“Oh please,” Technoblade could practically feel Dream’s eye roll from where he was laying, “You know you want to. There is nothing to do, there is a literary blizzard outside. Just relax.”

“I could clean or cook-”

“You can’t cook Techno.”

“-or I could sharpen my swords or polish my armor-”

“You polish your armor enough that I can see my face in it.”

“-or I could read a book or something, I don't know. The point is I could be doing anything else-oof!”

Technoblade looked down at his chest to see Dream laying halfway on top of his, the other arm was thrown over his chest and the smaller male's leg moving so it set between his. He waits as the other hybrid shifts around for a minute, no doubt getting comfortable on his new body pillow, before settling, propping his chin on Technoblades chest, and looking up at him. He raises an eyebrow down at the male on top of him and gets a small smile in return.

“...Whatcha doin'.”

“I'm forcing you to relax, via pining you.”

“Well, I mean you're not really pinning me. Just laying on me.” He receives a pinch to his thigh for that comment, swatting the blond's head in repercussion. He hears the other grunt before they both settle down again. Technoblade hesitates with placing his arm around Dream, not wanting to step over any lines with him, especially after gaining so much of his trust.

Come on man, obviously, he's gonna be fine with it. He was the one to lay on you!

Yeah, I'm sure he'd love it if you cuddled him back!

He might be cold! You don't want your mate to be cold, do you Technoblade?

‘Not my mate.’ he mentally grits out through his teeth

Oh please, the sooner you accept the fact that you two are basically mated the better.

Yeah I mean you could do worse than Dream, Really worse!

If he didn’t want you to touch him, he wouldn’t have laid on top of you. He's not going to mind.

Technoblade considers it for a minute, looking down to see Dream with his eyes closed and his face pointing towards the window. He watches as the little amount of sunlight that is able to escape the dark clouds seem to gravitate towards the other, the gentle light making the blond hair seem as if it had gold woven into the soft strands. The cute little upturn of his nose is also highlighted by the light, the freckles that dotted around the area proudly gleaning on golden skin. The other hybrid really is something to be worshiped, a god of beauty and chaos, and Technoblade knows that the other is more than capable of holding that title. At this point, he’s starting to think someone would have to pry his cold, dead hands off of the other body to be able to hurt him again. This thought is intensified when he catches sight of a scar disappearing underneath Dream's hoodie, starting at his collar bone and leading down to who knows where.

He slowly lowers his arm down on Dream's back, keeping his eyes on the other faces to see any expressions that would inevitably flash across his features. He's surprised, pleasant surprise chat reminds him when instead of a grimace or frown spreading across his face, a content smile grows on Dreams face. Technoblade almost jumps when he feels a warm hand intertwines with his own, an arm leading the pair of hands to settle over the other hybrid stomach.

“You know, your really warm Techie.” Dreams' teasing voice fills the air as a dreamy sigh escapes his full lips.

“Oh, sorry. It's my piglin side cause you know, cause they live in the nether.” Is Technoblade’s awkward response, “I can move if you want?”

“No, no I like it. Feels like the sun.”

“That's a weird way to describe it.”

“Just being honest, bacon.”

A comfortable silence sets over the two hybrids, Dreams breathing quickly evening out as the ender dragon hybrid falls asleep. Technoblade lays awake for a few minutes, just watching the other as he sleeps with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Maybe, he thinks as a gentle smile spreads across his face and he lays his head back against the mattress, closing his eyes, Maybe he is the one.

It's a few days later when Dream inevitably finds his “secret” stash of alcohol hidden away in his basement. Admittedly, he probably should have hidden it better but there really wasn't a point. No one went down there anyway, hell he didn't really even get guest’s so it was mostly just him alone so there would be no need to hide his expensive, nether-made alcohol but then again, his “roommate” is the nosiest little shit he's even had the displeasure of knowing. 

He was alerted of the other knowing he had alcohol when he heard a bang coming from his basement, stopping what he was doing as he waited for some sort of response. Instead, all he got was an overexcited dragon practically throwing himself up the ladder and shoving two, bright red bottles under his nose. He makes sure there is a clear, judgmental look on his face before he sighs and grabs two glasses from the cabinet. 

Later, after the two of them had drunk almost two full bottles of high alcohol content liquor, does Technoblade finds himself leaning back against the couch from the floor, a smirk on his face as Dream laughs his ass beside him. 

“Oh my god, seriously? He almost fucking died because he thought a female piglin thought he was hot? Why would he even think that?!”

“Well, I may or may not have told him that she thought he was hot.”

“Did she think he was hot?”

“No of course not, she was already mated but what Wilbur didn't know wouldn't hurt him.” His reply causes Dream to start laughing all over again, his high-pitched wheezing filling the night air as Tecnoblade leans back, a proud and smug smirk on his face. His drunken brain couldn't really comprehend why he was so smug that he got Dream to laugh but that was a problem for sober Technoblade.

Man, I remember that day, I remember his face when she punched him too!

He shouldn’t have tried flirting with a mated piglin, it was his own fault!

He’s human, dude he doesn't understand how important mates are.

Yeah, but did he not see the glaring piglin in the background? Her mate even growled when Wilbur got closer to her!

Well, he was never that bright.

True.

“So are mates really important to piglins or something?”

Technoblade perks up at the question, a questioning sound escaping his throat as he looks over at the other. Dream doesn't seem to understand how his question sounds, an unbothered look on his face as he waits for Technoblade to respond to him.

“Do...Do ender dragons not mate?”

“Huh? Oh, I don't know.”

“Were your parents not mates?”

“Hm, I don't know I never knew them?” Dream shrugs as if this is completely normal, turning his attention to the fireplace they had started before they got lost in the haze, “I was raised by some villagers who found me in a stronghold. They said they found nothing but a baby blanket with the name “Dream” on it and me of course.’’

Silence settles over to two as Technoblde takes in what the other said, his heart sinking in sadness at the thought of Dream not even knowing his real parents. Technoblade himself even knew his real parents, having been raised by them for a few years before he somehow got lost and wandered into the Overworld where Philza took him in. He visited his real parents a few times in the past but the thought of just flat out never knowing them scared him.

“Yeah um mates are pretty important to us. We um only ever have one and if that one dies then we don't get another one, we stay loyal even after death. Usually, courting starts by showing you can provide for them, whether by showing off your strength or by showing your compassion, and from there it's just kinda like human dating? You just kinda get to know them as they are, you know?” 

He hears Dream hum in acknowledgment as looks over to see the other looking at him with an amazed look, a small smile on his face as he waits for Technoblade to continue.

“Usually, once you've confirmed they are the one for you, you give them a piece of jewelry that you made out of gold. Earring, necklaces, bracelets, whatever it is you have to have made it yourself and it has to have something that will let other piglin, and other people obviously, know that they are claimed.”

“That's pretty cool, have you ever found someone you wanted to mate with?”

Dreams' question caught Technoblade off guard, and if he were soberer, he probably would have tried to change the subject but with his mind in a static haze and the warm atmosphere that had surrounded them, caused the rational side of his brain to leave momentarily.

“Yeah, actually I have. There's actually someone I'm actively courting,” He lowers his voice and leans towards Dram, the other following his example, “They just don't know it yet.”, he finishes, whispering in a quiet tone as if sharing a secret.

It is silent for a few seconds before they both break out into giggles, the ender dragon hybrid dumbling forward and falling into Technoblades open arms. They continue to giggle for a few minutes, the warm alcohol sitting in their stomach making everything seem funnier than it probably was.

Damn, so close yet so far.

Nah I think it's cute, look at them bonding!

Dream’s giggles are so adorable!

Ditto!

Man, Technoblade is gonna have fun in the morning!

“Ender Dragons have a courting system too, you know?”

“Hm?”

“Yeah, from what I read in a book while exploring a stronghold, we have a full system for courting too! Ours is more about providing though, I think? I remember reading about how we start off by proving to our wanted mates that we can provide food for them and then we are supposed to help them with anything they need help with.”

“So, like a caretaker?”

“Yeah! Then we are supposed to show that we can handle ourselves in combat and whatnot and then if your wanted mate accepts your courting you get to do the fun stuff!”

“Oh, the fucking?

“Yeah, the fucking!”

They once again break out into giggles, small wheezes escaping Dream when Technoblade accidentally snorts. It's silent for a few seconds before their laughter picks back up again, this time actual laughs escaping their bodies instead of giggles. 

They stifle their laughter eventually and Technoblade looks down at Dream, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he tightens his arms around the other. This in turn causes the smaller male to look up at him, a bright smile stretched across his face and a drunken blush covering his cheeks.

“I don't know what I would do without you. I don't think I can ever go back to normal when you leave me.” The confession holds more truth than Technoblade would like but at the moment, it just seemed like the right thing to say.

He can’t imagine a life without Dream. He couldn't imagine waking up to an empty bed instead of a warm body pressed against his. He couldn't imagine going downstairs to see no one in the kitchen. No one lazing around the living room or the sound of someone messing with the dogs. He couldn't imagine going back to his old life, where it was lonely and cold and the idea that one day Dream might leave, fill his heart with lead and a cold feeling spreads across his body. His chest tightens and he can't breathe-

“I'm never leaving.” 

A gentle but confident voice cuts through the air and calms Technoblades panic, causing him to look down at the male cuddled into his chest.

“I'm here to stay, a-as long as you’ll keep me.”

“Forever then?”

“Forever.”

Days later, after the blizzard had finally let up, Technoblade almost cried once was able to go outside without freezing his ass off. Well, he does live in the snowy biome so it's always cold but it's not as cold. He had a lot of chores that had to be done, the potatoes needed to be dug up and replanted, the dogs needed to be taken out and walked or more specifically let loose to run around for a while, Carl needed to be tended to and given a little love, and so many other things needed to be done and if it weren't for Dream, he couldn't imagine the amount of stress he would be under.

The ender dragon helped with everything he could, helping to dig up the potatoes with his claws and flying after the dogs when they got too far away. He helped with Car, taking the stallion out for a ride while Technoblade cleaned out his stall and laid down fresh hay. He refills the horse's food and water trough before calling Dream to put him away.

They spend the day finishing all the chores they need to get done, even taking the time to collect more firewood in case the blizzard decides to come back for round two. Technoblade would never admit this aloud, but he secretly wished that the blizzard would come back or a different one would form.

He knows it might be a selfish thought but he doesn't want Dream to be able to leave him. He doesn't want the other to have the option to walk out the front door, never looking back as he returns to his old life with his friends. He doesn't want to have to stop waking up to the other hybrid's warm body, a warm tail curled around his leg and black wings spread over the two of them as if to protect them. He doesn't want to have to lose the ability to make the other male laugh or being able to hear the other’s baby talk as he coos gently at Patches. He doesn't want to have to fall asleep in a silent bed instead of having the ender dragons gently purrs luring him to sleep.

He knows he's being irrational with his thoughts but he can’t help it. He can’t help himself when he hesitantly hugs the other male, relaxing into his warm body when he feels familiar arms wrap themselves around his body. He wants to be able to purr or coo or chuff and get a response from the other as they communicate with just their natural voices. He wants to be able to wake up every morning to Dreams sleeping face, watching as the sun slowly starts to illuminate the other in her generous light. 

Once night finally starts to set into the land, the sun goes to sleep as her counterpart illuminates the stary, night sky in a gentle display of moonlight. Technobade feels tension rise in him as they get ready for bed, finding himself constantly looking between the other hybrid and the bed, waiting to see what Dream was going to say. He waits with bated breath as Dream gets comfortable in his little cove he made on his side of the bed before slowly starting to climb onto his side of the bed. He slowly lays down with his back facing Dream, letting out a deep breath as he tries to calm his racing heart. 

He flinches slightly when an arm suddenly rolls him over to face the other direction, seeing the other hybrid looking at him with tired eyes. He watches as a small smile spreads across Dream's face as he pulls Technoblade closer to him.

“What are you doing?”

“Cuddling.”

“But...it's not cold anymore?”

“I know.” 

He finally relaxes at that, scooting closer to the other and throwing an arm around Dreams' waist. He gently lays a hand on the other’s throat, gently stroking the soft skin before settling his hand to cover as much of the vulnerable area as possible. He listens as Dreams purrs slowly decrease in volume as he falls asleep, his own arm thrown over Technoblades waist. He lets out a content sigh, his body relaxing as he closes his eyes. 

A few minutes after Technoblade falls asleep, a black wing stretches over him as a smile spreads across the ender dragon's face before he allows the lure of sleep to pull him under.

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Admittedly, it was pretty embarrassing how long it took for Technoblade to realize that the two of them were actively courting each other. I mean, Dream literally cooked for him every day and he went out every few days to collect more food just to show off to the other male. Not to mention the fact that even chat knew they were practically mated at that point and that was pretty telling. 

He probably should have realized what was happening when he started feeling anxious when Dream would leave for more than a few hours or how his instinct started to adore Dream instead of hating when the other male got close. When he started feeling like he couldn't live without the other in his life was also a pretty telling sign that they were more than just “friends' ' at that point and maybe he should have realized it sooner but in his defense, he isn't very good with people.

So what Dream liked being around him and touching him? Maybe the other just liked physical contact with others. So what did the ender dragon cooked for him and cuddle with him at night and know what his favorite foods were and know how he liked his pillows to be organized on the bed? That didn't mean anything in Technoblades books, well until he actually paid attention of course. 

And really, it was the little things like that, the little things nobody would realize unless they were looking for it, that led Technoblade to where he was now. It was well past midnight, Deam was asleep upstairs in their bed and here he was, slaving away at a furnace. The smell of melting gold was hanging heavily in the air and the heat of the room was almost unbearably hot. 

Technoblade had been working on his “project” for days now, taking the time to pick the perfect batch of gold out of all the batches he had, taking his time as he inspected each ingot he made. He spent an entire day alone deciding what to make the other male and honestly if Dream didn't accept his gift he would probably cry. It took him multiple hours before being able to make a final decision and by then, the other hybrid was getting suspicious over why he was spending so much time down in their armory. Eventually, he decided on a bracelet, one that would closely hug the other hybrid's wrist and would have small chains hanging off of it. At the end of the chains, there were going to be precious gems, rubies, emeralds, diamonds, sapphires, anything Technoblade could get his hands on. 

After working through multiple nights, a few tears and bloodshed here and there, he had finally finished the bracelet. The gleaming of the gold caught the low light of the furnaces lighting the room. The precious stones handing off of the small chains reflected their colors on the walls as they danced together whenever Technoblade gently shook the bracelet. The gently engraving of multiple enchantments meant to protect the wearer gently flashed across the band. 

I gotta admit,  you did a great job with this Technoblade.

Yeah, this looks amazing! He’s going to love it!

Dragons like sparkly things right? He's going to adore the bracelet!

Plus it will protect him from danger!

Y eah not to mention the locator enchantment!

Technoblade quietly hummed as he gently polished the bracelet, running the rag over the gold until it gleamed like a star even under the shadows of the room. He polished the jewelry until he deemed it good enough before wrapping it up in a soft cloth and setting it back in a chest. He had no idea how long he had been down here working but he could only assume Dream was still sleeping. He could wake the other up to ask if he accepted his courtship but not only was Dream most likely sleeping but he just couldn't get the feeling that the other hybrid was going to say no out of his chest. To make it even worse, he knew that Dream would say no in the nicest way possible and that would just make it a thousand times worse. 

The longer he stayed down there, the worse his anxiety was getting. Constant “what if’s” filtering through his mind as he stared at the chest he was hiding the bracelet in. As he zoned out, he didn’t notice the footsteps coming closer to him, a hand gently wrapping around his wrist as a body leaned against his chest. He flinched and looked down at the body, seeing tired green eyes staring up at him with as much concern as a still half-asleep person could. His heart melted at that, just the thought that even though he knew Deam was probably bone-dead tired he was still concerned for the piglin hybrid.

“Wha’ are you doin’ down ear’?”

“Just finishing up a project, what are you doing awake?”

“Wok’ up nd’ you weren't there.”

“Sorry. Come on, let's get you back to bed.”

“An’ I see the project?”

“Maybe later, come on, sleepyhead you look like you're about to pass out.”

“Cause’ i am”

Technoblade let out a small snort at the other's comment, gently taking a hold of Dreams arm and leading him back to the ladder to get back up to the main floor of the cabin. He waited until the other hybrid made his way up the ladder, keeping his arms on the side in case the other lost his grip, before climbing up it himself. When he reached the top of the ladder, he glanced down at the armory before letting a small smile spread across his face, imagine the look on Dream’s own face when he finally gets enough confidence to show the other his gift. 

He imagined he would be surprised, obviously, but he wondered if the other would blush. He wondered if the blush would spread across the other hybrid's entire face, maybe even his cute ears or if it would mostly stay on his cheeks like it normally does. He wonders if Dream would let out little coos or may even purr when he put the bracelet on him, maybe even swoon a little. Hopeful thoughts but Technoblade had to keep his hopes up otherwise he was most likely going to start crying.

God, he hoped Dream liked the bracelet.

Turns out, Technoblade would have to ask Dream if he accepted his courting a lot sooner than he was expecting when he saw the other male coming from the armory, a familiar cloth-wrapped bracelet held in the other's claws. He could have sworn his heart stopped when he caught sight of the family cloth, dropping the book he was reading in surprise as he watched the other male walk over to him. He stared in horror at the cloth before looking up at the enderdragon, wondering what he did to the gods to where they were this upset with him. 

“Hey, I was down working on some armor and I found this in one of the chests. Is it your “secret” project you've been working on?”

“U-Um yeah it is.”

“Cool. Can I see it? I promise I won't break it.”

That sentence alone caused Technoblade's heart to literally stop beating in his chest. God, this was not how he was planning on asking Dream if he could properly court him. He had planned on a fancy dinner, well he still couldn't cook so maybe not that fancy, but he was going to take the other to this star gazing clearing they had found a while back. After making sure the other hybrid was comfortable and relaxed, then he was going to bring up the idea of the two of them courting. The point is, he was going to take this slow but what he did not account for was for the ender dragon to find out about the bracelet on his own.

“Techno? Can I see it? It's fine if you don't want me to, I was just curious.” 

Technoblade let out a deep breath to collect his nerves before slowly nodding, keeping his gaze pointedly on the cloth, “Yeah-yeah that’s fine.” He stuttered out.

Dream hummed at the confirmation and he watched as the other hybrid slowly started to unravel the cloth, his heart blooming past its panic and to affection at how gently the other was being to ensure he didn't mess up anything. He waited with bated breath as the hybrid finally finished unwrapping the bracelet, a small gasp escaping the other male as he took in the golden bracelet.

“Oh, Techno this is beautiful. Did you make this?” Technoblade felt himself nod as he watched emotions flash across the other face, ranging from fear to amazement, and was that jealousy? What was he jealous about? 

“It-its amazing man. Whoever it's for, they're incredibly lucky.” His confusion grew as he watched hurt momentarily flash across the other's face, watching as a fake smile grew on Dreams face.

“It's um it's for you.”

“I'm sorry, what was that?”

“It's for you. It's a um counting gift.” He watched as a shocked expression grew on the other's face, watching as Dream's face progressively got redder and redder and his eyes got wider. He watched as the hybrid’s wings jumped behind his back, the appendages appearing from the other's surprise. Or at least Technoblade hoped it was a surprise.

“I um I want to ask if I could properly start to court you? I've um been unconsciously doing it for a while now and I um just wanted to see if it was okay for me to continue? You can say no of course! You don't have to agree to anything and even if you say no you can keep the bracelet! It's your whether or not you agree because I um made it for you so I mean you don't have to agree-”

He was cut off of his rant at the feeling of soft lips against his, his eyes widened as Dream slowly pulled back from the kiss and looked down at him. He brought off his hand and gently recessed them against his still warm lips, staring at Dream with a look he can only imagine looked like he was seeing the stars for the first time. He watched as a small giggle came from the other hybrid, feeling as Dream plopped down onto his lap and looped his arm around his neck.

“I accept your offer. I'd actually really like it if you decided to finally start courting me back.”

Technoblade was shocked out of his thoughts at the other comment, throwing him a confused look, “Wait, courting me back? You’ve been courting me?”

“Yeah, idiot. I've been courting you basically since I've been here. Why do you think I cook every meal for you?”

“...just thought you liked cooking or something.”

“You're unbelievable! I literally moved you nest-”

“My what?”

“Around and made it more comfortable for the both of us! I submitted to you weeks ago!”

“I thought that was just normal behavior.” He watched as Dream seemed to roll his eyes all the way back to his brain, watching as he quietly shook in his laughter. He held tighter onto Dream as the other started properly laughing, his body tipping back into Technoblades awaiting arms as he laughed and laughed. 

“It's really not that funny.”

“No, you're right, it's hilarious!”

“You're an ass.”

“Yeah? And you want a piece of my ass so what does that make you.”

“I-you- shut up!''He grumbled as Dream continued to laugh, pouting as he waited for the other to quit laughing. He waited for a few more seconds before the other’s laughter finally quieted down, only a small giggled escaping him every now and then. He watched him with a look that could probably be described as pure adoration, a small smile forming on his face when Dream's bright eyes looked his way. He burned with pride as the blush on the hybrid's face grew, his smile turning more into a grin as he watched the other male try to compose himself. 

"The hell are you grinning at?’

“Nothing, just our cute face.”

“Yeah? Well, you're cuter.”

“Yours is prettier.”

“You are handsome!”

“You are more beautiful.”

“Well, I won't deny that one.” Dream lets out a yelp as Technoblade gently smacks the back of his head for his comment. He watches as Dream pouts before rolling his eyes and gently placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. The other lets out a giggle at his actions and leans back onto Technoblade, holding up the bracelet and twirling it around his finger as he inspects it. Technoblade watches him, watching as the golden band is twirled around the other hybrids finger, little specks of colorful light dancing around the other tanned skin.

Aww, look at you two! Falling in love!

What do you mean “falling in love”? They're already in love!

True true.

I'm about to cry for real, this is so sweet!

Anyone else feeling extra lonely now?

Ditto.

Reminds me of the relationship I never had.

Ditto to that one too.

“Put it on me?”

Technoblade looks at Dream before nodding his head, gently taking the band from the other’s hand. He gently takes the hybrid's right hand in his, laying a small kiss on the inside of his wrist before slowly slipping the band onto his wrist. He adjusted it slightly before letting Dream pull his hand back, watching as he adjusted it some more so it's perfectly setting on his wrist.

“Do you like it?” he hesitantly asks, fidgeting slightly in the chair the longer Dreams stays quiet. He hears a small hum come from the male on his lap, said male turning and smiling at him before leaning in closer to Technoblades face. They stare into each other's eyes, memorizing the colors and emotions that are contained within their iris. Technoblade glances down at Dream's lips before looking back up at him, a silent question hanging in the air. Dream gives him a quick nod before they both meet in the middle, a sweet kiss filled with adoration and longing as Technoblades eyes close against his will. 

The kiss feels like it lasts forever but Technblade knows it was only a few seconds, when he opens his eyes, Dream is looking at him with pure love in his eyes and he can’t help himself as he reaches up and gently strokes the others check. Dream leans into his touch, his scent screaming nothing but content and warmth as Technoblade pulls the other closer to his chest. Gently tucking the ender dragon's head underneath his chin.

“Yeah, I love it.”

Life doesn't change much after they both acknowledge the courting. Dream still cooks every meal and Technoblade still cleans up when they finish. They still spend the time just chilling and relaxing by the fireplace after a long day, with the added addition of multiple stolen kisses of course. There are a few nights where they just cuddle into the corner of the couch, lips on each other in a slow dance that neither of them wants to pull away from. Those are Technoblades favorite kisses, the ones that are urgent or quick just slow and passion-filled.

Of course, he also loves all the other kisses he gets and the ones he delivers. He loves kissing the tip of Dream's nose, loves when the other male will giggle and smile up at him with his beautiful smile that would make even the saddest people smile. He loves kissing his forehead, loves kissing the spot right behind the other ear, and he especially loves kissing his neck. He loves the little hum he gets after every kiss he gives Dream and he lives for when the other will show him the same affection. He loves when Dream leans against him while he cooks, loves when Dream will drag him down so he can kiss his cheek or his forehead. He loves when the other practically lays on top of him when there cuddling, loves when Dream will trace the scars on his arm with his fingernails.

He loves watching Dream, which has recently become his favorite hobby nowadays. He loves just sitting down on the couch or a chair and watching as Dream does just normal everyday things, from him feeding Patches to cooking. He loves the look on Dream's face when he calls him mate, loves the cute little blush that will spread across the other face as they bashfully tell him to shut up. But most importantly, he just loves being around the other male, and each passing day that feeling continues to grow.

He’s also a simp so I mean that doesn't help.

Like right now, he was out collecting tree saplings in the middle of a dark forest, with snow blowing in every direction. Why some may ask, is he doing this, and to tell you the truth, he doesn't know the answer either. All he knows is that one minute he's relaxing in front of a fireplace with a book in his hand and the next thing he knows he is out collecting saplings for his soon-to-be mate. Who even uses saplings? It's not like you can eat them or use them for anything valuable, they just make more trees! He could be relaxing and possibly making out with Dea but nooo! Instead, he has to come out when it's dark and cold and he has to dig up tiny little trees. 

He stops his mental dialogue when an arrow is suddenly inches away from his face embedded into a tree's bark. He raises an eyebrow before glazing behind him only to grunt as an arrow impales itself into his leg. He hisses as he grabs his injured leg, pulling out his sword as a growl starts to rumble in his throat. He goes through the dark trees, not seeing anything but darkness. His ears twitch as he tries to find where his attacker is located, continuing to glance at the trees surrounding him. 

“Technoblade!”

He quickly turns to face where the shout came from, yelling out as another arrow proceeds to impale itself into his lower back. He leans against the tree as he turns in the direction the arrow came from only to have another arrow come soaring through the air straight at him. He tries to dodge the arrow but while being distracted by the one coming for his face, he misses the one that impeded itself into his stomach. He lets out a grunt at the force of the arrow, assuming it came from a crossbow before his attention is focused on something else. He feels...warm. Like really warm. Like he was being boiled alive, actually.

 Aw shit, those aren't normal arrows.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.!” He repeats as he falls onto the ground, holding onto the arrow impeded in his stomach. He groans as his falling jolts the arrow in his thigh, panting as his vision blurs slightly from the pain. He feels the warmth from whatever the arrows were dipped in start to warm the rest of his body, feeling as his torso heats up to unbreakable levels. 

“Technoblade!” Dream voice shouts out again from somewhere ahead of him, “Where are you!”

“Over here Dream!” He yells back, panting as he leans his shoulders back against the tree behind him. He whines quietly as the arrows are jolted, quickly looking up when the justling of the bushes in front of him. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees Dream worry written face. He hears the other gasp as he comes racing over to him, Technoblade giving him a weak smile as Dream kneels n the ground in front of him. He winces as the other accidentally messes with the wound on his chest. 

“Shit sorry hun, do you have your potions with you?”

“No use.” He mumbles out as he blinks to try and clear the black dots that are starting to appear in his sight.

“Why not?”

“The’ did somethin’ with the arro’s, poi’on maybe?” 

“You think they poisoned them?”

“Ye’.”

Awe shit man is this how we die? From freaking poison-tipped arrows?

It was a good run, boys.

We’ll be fine, he's Technoblade after all!

Yeah, Technoblade never dies!

Until now!

Hey! Stay positive! If we die now guess what? We leave Dream all alone!

I take it back, we need to stay alive!

“I think imma p’ss out Dream’.”

“NO DO NOT PASS OUT! TECHNOBLADE FOR THE LOVE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN! I'M GOING TO GET YOU HELP OKAY, YOU'RE GOING TO BE FINE! JUST WAIT FOR-”

Technoblde felt himself losing the battle of keeping his eyes open as he leaned his head back against the trunk of a tree. He watched through semi-open eyes as Dream frantically tried to keep him awake, his other hand pulling out what looked to be a communicator.

He felt his eyes shut the rest of the way and the last thing he heard was Dreams' pained voice as he was submerged in darkness.

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The first time Technoblade woke up, he was only awake for a few minutes. He winced when he suddenly felt some sort of stinging sensation coming from his leg before a mumbled apology reached his ears. He passed back out before he had the chance to ask what was going on.

The next time he woke up was to someone screaming. He didn’t know who was screaming but whoever they were, their voices were annoying as hell and if someone didn't shut them up, Technoblade was gonna do it for them. He laid still as he tried to figure out what was going on and if he needed to think of a way out.

“He doesn't even like you bitch boy!” That was Tommy, he could recognize his annoying voice anywhere. He also must have been the one he first heard when he woke up.

“If you two are going to fight, do it outside. You're going to wake Technoblade up.” That was definitely Philza, the voice sounded exactly like a stressed-out dad having to deal with multiple children.

“Kick Dream out! He’s the one posing a danger to everyone here!” Quackity’s voice came from somewhere to his right, sounding farther away than the other voices he had heard so far.

“Maybe we should all take a minute and think about this, okay?”That sounded either like Puffy or maybe Niki but he just couldn't be a hundred percent sure at this point. His biggest concern at the moment was figuring out why he kept hearing the voices of people he knows damn well he did not pass out with. 

Where's Dream at! We want Dream!

Yeah, I thought we were going to wake up to Dream in a nurse outfit taking care of us!

Yes, I second that opinion! We should get him to do that!

Yes, nurse Dream!

We all gonna ignore how we almost died?

Nurse Dream!

“All of you can fuck off! The only one I called was Philza, not the rest of you! If you're just going to bitch or accuse me of hurting Technoblade then you can go straight to hell!” Ah, there he is. The psycho man Technoblade was courting and man, he has never been happier to hear his voice.

He slowly blinked his eyes open, groaning when a slightly sore sensation slowly spread throughout his body. He raised a hand to block out the light, wincing when the movement seemed to pull something. All of the voices around him stopped immediately once they were aware he was awake. He saw a figure starting to walk over to him from the corner of his eyes, keeping an eye on them in case they decided to do something. 

“Techno? How are you feeling, mate?” Mate? Philza was definitely not Technoblades mate! His mate was a cute little blond ender dragon who was with him when he passed out!

“Mm, you're not my mate. The little dragon over there is.” A chuckle escaped him at his own words, feeling a sort of giddy feeling growing inside of him. During his laughter, he didn't realize how the room went silent again until an irritating child's voice broke the silence.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS HE TALKING ABOUT YOU GREEN SON OF A BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO TECHNOBLADE! DID YOU FUCKING POISON HIM AFTER YOU FUCKING MANIPULATED HIM, HUH YOU BITCH!” 

“I didn't do shit, Tommy. I told you, I went out to find him after he was gone for too long and I found him bleeding out from the arrows. I didn’t touch him.”

“That's a lie,” he said from where he had sitten up from the bed, grinning when everyone turned their attention to him, “We made out! On the couch and it was awesome!”

Silence once again rang throughout the air as everyone looked at him. Why were they looking at him? He was just being honest! His attention was pulled to focus when he saw Dream walk over to him. He let out a purr and made grabby hands towards the other, a deeper and louder purr escaping him when Dream enabled him by gently wrapping his arms around him.

“Technoblade, sweetie I know you probably noticed something was a little off, right?” 

“Yeah, I feel kinda funny but you're here so it's okay now!”

“Okay, you've been put on some very, very high dosage of painkillers so you're gonna be dopey for a while alright? This means you are not going to have a filter for a while so why don't we keep some things to ourselves okay?” He hummed in agreement as he leaned his head against the other hybrid's chest, purring as Dreams' scent filled the air around him. 

He wrapped his arms around Dream’s waist and started to tug the other hybrid towards the bed he was sitting on. He scooted back and motioned for the other to lay down beside him. He watched as Dream glanced between the people in the room and Technoblade, biting his lip as he looked like he was having an internal crisis. He let out a whine before using the best puppy dog eyes he could as he patted the spot beside him, purring when Dream finally crawled onto the bed. He moved so he was basically laying on top of Dream as he relaxed, a content sigh leaving his lips as his brain finally calmed down knowing his mate was safe and protected.

He growled softly when Tommy walked closer to the bed, the growl growing in volume as the younger boy continued to ignore his warning. He watched as Philza tried to lay a hand on the blond's shoulder to pull him back only for the teen to shake off his hand.

“Tommy, he's telling you to stay away, that means stay away.”

“He let that green bitch-” the growling in the room increased in intensity, “-go and cuddle with him! I just want to see what's going on!”

“Maybe he just likes me more.”

“Oh, it's on bitch!”

Technoblade felt his claws extended as Tommy suddenly lunged towards the bed, growling as his hair puffed up like an angry cat. He snarled as he moved more of his body to cover his mates, a hand coming up to cover Dream’s throat in an unconscious action. The young blond stopped once he got to the edge of the bed, slowly raising his hands in surrender as he gave Technolade a strange look. He heard someone let out a tired sigh but his attention was focused on the threat.

“Get out.” He gritted out through his clenched teeth, watching as the confusion in the room only seemed to grow.

“Wha-”

“Get. Out.” He repeats, glaring at everyone in the room as they continue to stay in the room. His snarl continues to roll across the room as he feels his body slowly move so he's on his hunches, prepared to jump at the closest person in able to get his point across. 

Blood for the Blood God!

Blood for the Blood God!

They're a threat to our mate! We need to kill them!

Except for Philza!

Yeah except Philza! He can stay!

What about Tommy? He's basically our little brother?

Fuck them kids! He threatened our mate!

His growling stops abruptly when he feels a hand gently start threading through his hair, closing his eyes as he leans back into the hand. A purr starts rumbling in his throat as he relaxes back down on top of Dream, the other male-only humming as he continues petting him. He buries his head into Dream's side, his claws slowly retracting from his fingers as he calms down.

“He high as hell right now Tommy and your first thought is to lunge in his direction? Honestly even Sapnap would know better.”

“Shut up you green bitch it's not my fault you've done something to Technoblade! You probably manipulated him like you did with me!”

“Are you ever gonna get anything new to say? I know I manipulated you Tommy and I am sorry but for the love of God, you provoked it. If you guys would have just followed the rules none of this would have ever happened. Let it go.”

He opened one of his eyes, looking over to see the younger male's reaction as he cuddled himself closer to Dream. He knew about what happened, well not all of it but he knew most of it, and while he did feel sorry for Tommy, the kid did need to get over it. He could have sworn the younger was going to therapy or something like that. It’s not like he was innocent, hell no one on this server was, but at last, he owned up to his actions.

“Why doesn't everyone calm down, I'm sure you are both stressing Techno out.” Philza’s voice filled the room, his voice commanding that they listen to him. He felt the body underneath him shift slightly before another hand joined the one in his hair. He let out a questioning hum before he felt fingers separating his hair and gently pulling it into a loose braid, deciding to just let the blond do what he wanted.

He listened as Phiza walked over, moving slightly so the older could check on his wounds while trying not to disturb Dream. He grunted softly when the older male poked at his leg wound, the other letting out a quiet ‘sorry’ before continuing on. One of his hands grabbed onto the bed sheets as his wounds continued to be poked and probed at, his claws tearing into the fabric. He felt someone's hands gently untangle his hand from the sheets and instead move his hand so it was holding onto theirs. He looked over to see the familiar hands of his mate, looking up at him only to see the other smiling down at him.

“I don’t want to hurt you with my claws.”

“You would never hurt me. Now hush and let Philza do his job.”

He whined to show his disagreement before questing down as Dream gently stroked the back of his hand. He relaxed against the sensation, leaning down more onto Dream, getting a winded "oof" from the other and a giggle. He heard Philza release an amused sigh before he stilled his movements to allow the winged man to work in peace.

“Go to sleep bacon, I'll be here when you wake up.”

Technoblade groaned as the sunlight hit his closed eye, mentally cursing whoever decided to leave the window open. As he slowly blinked his eyes open, the first thing he noticed was the scent of some sort of cleaning supplies. The harsh chemicals hit his nose and he grimaced, leaning back to get away from the smell. He jumped when his head hit something, a warm something that was suddenly moving. He quickly turns his body to see what he hit, what he could assume was a confused look on his face when he saw Tommy’s sleeping body next to him. He watched as the younger blond slept, watching as the other chest gently rose with each breath he took.

“The fuck.” He whispered as he glanced around the room, seeing a passed-out Philza in a chair at the end of the bed he was in. Whose bed, he didn't know that since the last thing he remembered was passing out due to pain. Or blood loss, it could have also been that but there was something missing from the equation and if the certain someone didn’t come back soon he was going to hunt him down and strangle him.

“Techno? Are you awake?” He glanced down to the end of the bed to see tired blue eyes looking up at him, watching a tired smile spread across the winged man's face. Man, Philza looks like he just spent days on end having to watch over a dozen kids. He wondered momentarily what had made the blond so tired before he glanced over at the sleeping blond beside him.

“What is Tommy doing?”

“Well, he wanted to stay by and watch you.”

“Why? Where's Dream?”

“Dream?”

“Yeah Dream. Kinda short, annoying as hell, and always starting fights he can't finish? He wears this obnoxious green hoodie and this stupid smiley face make and-” He heard the other let out a sigh as he watched him get up from his seat.

“Yes, I know what he looks like. I figured you wouldn't want him here when you woke up.”

That sentence caused Technoblade to scrunch up his nose in displeasure, an annoyed grunt escaping him as he thought over what the other male had said. Why wouldn't he want Dream here? He could only assume the other people in the room thought that maybe they hated each other but that didn’t mean he wouldn't want the blond to be here when he woke up. He remembers somewhere in the back of his mind Dream saying he would be there when he woke up again but if that was so, where was he?

Where's Dream? What if he's hurt?

He's probably fine, just got kicked out.

Yeah but when Technoblade passed out we still didn't know where the arrows came from? What if he's hurt?

Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that!

See! We need to make sure he's fine!

Technoblade! We need to make sure Dream isn’t hurt!

Technoblade grunted in agreement as he opened his communicator, ignoring the confused “Techno?” that came from the other male awake in the room. His eyes scanned the names and messages sent while he was out, seeing one Dream must have sent when he originally got hurt. Once he found Dream’s name, he sent him a quick message.

You whispered to Dream: Where are you? I thought you said you would be here when I woke up?

The response was immediate, a body crashing through the closed door leading into the room he was resetting in. A now awake Tommy jumped to action, pulling out a sword as he sleepily turned in a circle looking for the attacker. Technoblade would have laughed at the other's confusion if a body wasn't suddenly on top of his, the body quickly grabbing onto him and hugging him tightly. The scent of apple pie and coffee filled his nose and he quickly hugged Dream back, burying his head in the other's neck.

“God, I missed you. They wouldn’t let me come back in.”

“Well, what did you do that got you kicked out?”

“I didn't do anything.”

“He threatened to kill Tommy if he didn't stop talking.”

“See? I didn't do anything wrong.”

He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at Dream's response, tightening his grip around the hybrid as he dragged Dream to lay down on top of him. As he was hugging him, he noticed how Dream seemed to favor his right side, making sure very little weight was on his left side. He slowly trailed his hand down to the other hybrid's left side, gently rubbing the dragon's back to make it seem like he was just randomly trailing his hand. As his hand got closer to Dream's left side, gently applied more pressure as he tried to find out where the other's wound was. 

“What are you doing?”

“Just checking.”

“Checking what?”

“Where you are hurt”

“I'm not- '' Dream cut himself off with a hiss and Technoblade pressure down onto a cut in his side, flinching away from his hand. He gently kissed Dream's neck as an apology before sitting up properly, dragging Dream along so the other was still laying on his chest but was sitting upright. He slowly pulled the hem of Dream’s hoodie up just enough for the wound to be visible, using his other hand to keep the fabric from falling back down. Looking down at the cut, he felt his displeasure grow even more.

The wound itself was somewhat scabbed over although infection was easily shown. The skin was hot, unbearably hot, and puffed up in distress. Its red coloring made it look angry and the purple and yellow bruising around the cut was also nasty to look at. He heard Tommy yell about something in the background but his attention was on Dream, the other male’s voice hitched and small whimpers were escaping his mouth as Technoblade gently probed at the infection.

“Phil, we’re going to need to drain it. The infection will only get worse.” He felt a whine escape Dream at his words, releasing a small coo to try and soothe the male. He looked over at Philza to see him nod, watching as he got up to gather the supplies that would be needed in order for them to get rid of the infection.

As Philza walked over to the hugging males, he sent Technoblade a look that he translated as “Hold onto him” and he quickly pulled Dream closer to him and gently encouraged Dream to bite a leather strap before holding Dream in a way that pinned his arms down. He heard a whimper escape Dream and he moved the other heads to his neck, laying his head over the blonds as he subtly nodded towards Philza.

It only took a few minutes for Dream to break, cries escaping his throat as Technoblade quietly shushed him, whispering quiet nothings into the other ear as he gently rubbed the other back. He let his instinct take over, instinctively comforting noise escaping him as he tried to calm his mate down as much as he could, He kept his eyes away from what Philza was doing, the idea of seeing blood making him more than a little nauseous.

Now, normally, he would be ecstatic to see someone bleeding, laughing in joy at the pain of one of his enemies. Normally, he would dance in joy at the idea of giving more blood for the blood god, obviously but there was something different about this time. This time, it was his mate’s blood that filled his senses, the scent of infection strong even through the irony scent of blood. It was his mate who was crying in agony, his mates whimpering and wailing that he was trying to calm down. It wasn't an enemy or someone who desired to be in pain and basically tortured just so they could get better, it was his mate who most likely got hurt trying to protect him.

“Hey, it's okay. I know it hurts, love, but it's almost over. You should have told someone or at the very least cleaned it so it did not get infected. I hate that you got hurt trying to protect me but at the same time I want to smack the shit out of you for keeping this hidden.” His heart broke as he felt Dream’s tears fall onto his neck, hugging his head closer to his neck as he let out a pained sigh,

“I'm so sorry love, you shouldn't have to go through this. When we get back home, I promise to do whatever you want. The dishes, dinner, cleaning, cuddling, whatever you want, you have it.”

He heard a wet chuckle come from Dream, letting a small smile grow on his face as he hummed. He felt as Dream slowly removed the leather strap from his mouth, feeling the other rapid breath hit his neck. 

“That sounds like you're suggesting something dirty, Techie.” 

He blushed slightly at the other comment before humming again, wrapping an arm around the other hybrids neck, keeping Dream’s face hidden away from the gruesome sight everyone else was subjected to. 

“If that's what you want I can suck your dick.”

“Oi! There are still children in here!” Tommy screeched from where his back was turned to them, obviously not wanting to see the “operation” going on behind him.

“What children?”

“Me!”

“Yeah Yeah close your ears then, child. I'm trying to make my mate feel better.”

He heard the blond hugging him let out a little giggle, the hybrid's body relaxing as Phiza finally finished getting the infection out of his wound. Technoblade nodded in thanks to the other male, getting a small smile and a nod back. He gently pulled his mate's face out of his neck, gently using his thumbs to wipe away the tears still on the male face. Dream gave him a pained smile and shakily kissed Technoblade’s nose. 

“You did so well. Now, I'm going to kill you for not telling anyone about your cut.”

“I was more worried about you, I didn't know it was deep enough for an infection to form.”

“I'm still going to kick our ass.”

“Noted.”

He let out a small sigh at the others' response, playfully biting the tip of the hybrid's nose chasing the dragon to let out a giggle. He heard Tommy fake gagging behind him but he was more worried about why Dream seemed to be fighting sleep. He watched as Dream yawned, his fangs catching the light of the room momentarily before becoming hidden back in his gums. He glanced over at Phiza to non-verbally ask what was wrong with his mate. He received an easy smile as Philza came to stand by the bed.

“I just gave him some pain killers, just something to help with the pain.”

“Oh okay um thank you for, you know”

“Yeah don’t mention it mate. Tommy, let's leave the two of them alone.”

He sent the older blond a thankful smile and moved to get more comfortable on the bed, Tommy’s complaints fading as the door to the room was closed behind them. He pulled Dream down to the bed, being careful not to touch the other bandage wound. He heard Dream let out a small purr, his own responding purr encouraging Dream to lay his body on top of his. He let out a content sigh as he wrapped his arms around the other. Feeling as Dream slowly relaxed more and more as he fell into a medically induced sleep. 

He buried his nose in Dreams' hair as he closed his eyes, staying awake just relaxing as he watched over the other, silently making a promise to never let him get hurt again. He promised whatever god out there that if someone or something tried to hurt his mate again, he promised to water the world's ground in their blood.

He watched over Dream that night, a possessive hand placed over Dreams waist and if anyone were to glance into the room, they would only see red eyes glaring at them from underneath the sleeping figure.

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The pair stayed at the little infirmary long enough for Dream to be able to convince Technoblade he was able to walk on his own. Since the discovery and fixing of his infected cut, Technoblade refused to allow Dream to do much besides resting and taking very small walks. Like to the bathroom and back walks. Was it unfair? Maybe, but it was punishment for not telling anyone about the wound so the dragon would have to just get over it. Philza was the one to accompany them back to the cabin and Technoblade was thankful for that.

Number one, he didn't want Tommy anywhere near a still healing Dream. He knew the kid had a grudge against the hybrid and although he knew Dream could defend himself against the younger one even if there was an arrow through his stomach, he didn't want to chance it. He also didn't want Tommy to know that Dream had been living with him. He could just imagine the headache he would get from that conversation.

Number two, Philza minded his own business and didn’t say anything when Technoblde led Dream up to their bed, simply looking around the cabin as he got his mate comfortable. The older male didn’t mention how some of Dream’s clothes were thrown around the living room or how Dream's armor was placed on one of his armor stands. He didn’t mention the filled icebox, Technoblade was aware that the other male knew he didn’t know how to cook so that must have been pretty confusing. The winged man didn't even ask anything about their life, merely asking if Technoblade would need any help and, when receiving a no from the piglin, simply nodded his head and left, throwing a “Call me if you need help.” over his shoulder as he went. 

That was a few days ago and Technoblade was pretty proud of himself. He kept the house tidy without Dream’s help, the other hybrid mostly sleeping his day away. He figured the others didn’t get much sleep when they were in the infirmary, he could imagine how hard that would be. Everyone who was in their room either hated the other male or just flat out didn’t like him, Tommy mainly being the one he was referring to and with the extra threat of being injured? Yeah, there was no way Dream was actually able to fall into a deep sleep so he was happy to see the other hybrid actually taking care of himself.

Granted, he has still injured himself. His wounds were still healing, well one was the other two were already scaring over so he just decided to forget about them in favor of pampering the other, and pampering he did. He made Dream food every time he woke up and he would let the dragon eat in the bed, placing a towel down first thought and making sure nothing got on their “nest”. What a nest was, he had no idea but that was what Dream was calling their bed and he just went along with it. It was kinda cute, seeing Dream all curled up in the blankets and pillows but he missed the other.

He missed seeing Deam cooking in the kitchen and he missed their banter. He missed hearing the soft hums the other hybrid would let out when he read or the excited chirps he would let out when Technobade let him take Carl out for a joy ride.

God, you're making it seem like he died.

I know, right? I'm starting to think Dream died with how sad this sounds.

Maybe he is dead?

That's not funny and you know it.

Just saying, you never know what could have happened.

You're not helping Technoblade so shut up.

You guys are really pissy recently, you miss seeing Dream too?

“Could you guys not do this right now? It's bad enough he’s always sleeping and in bed, you're making it worse.” He grumbled out loud as he finished cleaning the small mess he made in the kitchen, the setting sun gently shining in through the windows. He sighed as he leaned his forehead against a cabinet, closing his eyes as the stress of worrying about his mate caught up to him. He would do anything for him, anything, but at the moment, he really just wanted Dream to be okay. He just wanted to be able to hold him again and be able to watch as he laughed his heart out at some dumb joke he made.

God, he is fucking whipped.

Is this what being in love does to someone? Do they want to be around them always and be able to touch and feel them? Man, he was starting to sound pretty pathetic.

He jumped slightly when he felt arms wrapping around his waist, looking down to see the sleeves of a familiar green hoodie wrapped around his stomach. He let out a small coo in acknowledgment, receiving a purr from his mate. He turned around slowly so the other wouldn't have to remove his arms, wrapping his own arms around the shorter male as he was facing him. He buried his face in Dreams blond hair and let out a deep breath.  He felt more than heard the dragons purr as they gently held each other in the dying light. 

“You should be in bed, you're still healing.”

“I'm tired of sleeping all day. I'm healed enough, let me do something.”

“You want to do something? Okay, you can go sit down on the couch and read a book.”

“Fuck off, I'm fine.”

“I'll put that on your tombstone when you die from exhaustion.” He received a smack to his shoulder for his comment, a snicker escaping him at the hybrid's reaction. He hummed as he started to sway their bodies, slowly moving them around the kitchen in a slow waltz-like dance. He felt Dream giggle into his chest when he spun in a circle, a smile growing on his face as he hummed out some song he heard the other hybrid listening to on multiple occasions.

They slow dance in the kitchen, neither moving any further than a few centimeters from each other at a time. The atmosphere was calm and peaceful once the last of the sunlight died out, instead of being replaced by the gentle glow of the lantern that hung on the ceiling. The genty yellows and oranges reflected off of the walls and furnaces of the room, creating an almost fire-like look to the entire area. Technoblade probably would have thought the visual was beautiful but his attention was too focused on his mate in his arms, finally where he was supposed to be.

In all honesty, he should have known that once Tommy knew that he was “buddy-buddy with the green son of a bitch” that the younger blond wouldn't leave him alone. He thought, just maybe, that he would at least have a few weeks of peace with his mate before the kid decided to come and ruin their peaceful life but of course, he was wrong. 

He was awoken one morning by a pounding on his front door, groaning as he buried his head into a pillow. He heard Dream give out a small whine from where he was tucked into Technoblade’s chest, the other trying to apparently mold himself onto him with how close he was trying to get. The pounding stopped, and for a moment he thought maybe whoever it was left until the sound of his front door slamming open and hitting the wall caused him to bolt out of bed, receiving an annoyed growl when he had to shove the wing covering him off.

As he ran to get downstairs he could hear Dream whining for him to come back and that he was cold but at the moment, he was more worried about who just broke into their home. And who also most likely just broke his damn door like really, did they have to slam it that hard? He hoped that whoever it was knew that they were going to have to pay for all the damages they caused to his house. 

Oh my god, it's an orphan child!

Blood for the blood god!

Hell yeah! We haven't had action in weeks!

Well I mean we could always ask Dream for some action if you're catching my drift.

Oh ho yeah I see what you did there.

When did we go from simping for Dream to wanting to fuck him?

Who says we haven't wanted to do that the entire time? Have you seen that man's thighs? Could suffocate me and I would thank him!

…

You went too far again, Jerry, we gotta put you down.

Awe man.

“Big man! What are you doing still sleeping? It's noon!”

“Well you see, since I don't live around annoying children, I get to wake up at noon.”

“I am not a child!”

“Could have fooled me. Why are you here?”

“I just wanted to come visit, is that illegal?”

“Yes.” He ignores the blond's offended squawk as he rubs his eyes, trying to get his brain to wake up fully in order to get Tommy to leave quicker. He doesn't acknowledge the younger male as he screams and yells, merely leaning his body against the door frame as he closes his eyes. Due to the other males yelling, he was unable to hear the sound of footsteps behind him until he felt a soft, scaley limb gently brush against his arm, two arms quickly wrapping around his waist along with another wing. He lets out a sigh and leans beach into the hybrid's warmth, humming as he looks at the smaller male over his shoulder.

“What are you doing out of bed?”

“You woke me up when you shoved my wing off of you. Thought something was wrong.”

“Well, a child did break-in.”

“Easily killable.” He lets out a snort at the other attempt at a joke. Well, knowing him, it probably wasn't as much of a joke as it should be.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Shit, he forgot about the child.

He feels Dream tense behind him before relaxing again, trying to subtly tuck his wings behind Technoblades towering figure. He gently stroked one of the arms that were wrapped around his waist, drawing random shapes on the skin to try and calm the other male down so he didn't freak out. Although, from the sped-up breath that kept hitting his back, he was more like attempting to calm the other hybrid down enough so he didn’t pass out from a panic attack.

“Do you have to yell everything?”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT BITCH DOING HERE!”

“Well, he does live here.”

“SINCE FUCKING WHEN!”

“Since when you little fuckers scared him and made him run to me. Look child, we are trying to have a nice, relaxing retirement so if you could get lost and lose this address, that would be great.” He watches as Tommy’s mouth falls open, a shocked and slightly hurt look flashing across his face before it disappears. He feels guilt start to slowly build in his gut, the hurt that flashed across the other face hurting him more than he thought it would.

“That was a dick move, techie.” He hears Dream mumble from behind him.

“Shut the fuck up you just said you could easily kill him.”

“Yeah but I'm not his brother.”

“Well, neither am I.”

Silence spreads across the trio and he can just imagine the judgemental look on the dragon's face.

“...Right.”

He lets out an annoyed huff and gently pinches one of the other arms, receiving a small swat on his stomach for it. He rolls his eyes and looks over at Tommy, not willing to admit that he might have forgotten the child was here and was able to see all of their interactions. 

“Sooo… what was it that you needed?” Technoblade asked after letting the silence fill the air for a few seconds. He heard a small snort come from behind him, most likely Dream making fun of how awkward the air was in the cabin.

“Um, I just came to see...how...you were...doing. Do you two really need to be touching right now?” He felt a frown grow on his face for that comment.

“What's wrong with me touching him?”

“It's weird!”

“Is it because we're both males? And here I thought you were open-minded, well, somewhat open-minded.”

“That's not very big of you, Tommy.” Dream piped up from behind him, feeling a cheek settle against his shoulder as the other hybrid looked at Tommy from over his shoulder.

“I AM A BIG MAN! AND IT'S NOT THE FACT THAT YOU BOTH HAVE DICKS IT'S THE FACT THAT IT'S DREAM!”

“Oh, so you're just a Dreamist. That's fine, I'm allergic to him too.”

“Yeah, he almost choked the other night.” Both Tommy and Technoblade looked at Dream for that comment, seeing the cheshire grin that had grown on his face as what he was implying settled in. It was silent for a few seconds, Dream grins on growing and Technoblade felt a headache start to grow in preparation for the disaster that was about to happen.

“ARE YOU FUKING SERIOUS! YOU FUKING GAVE HIM A BLOW JOB AND CHOKED!”

“No I didn't give him a fucking blow job, he's just being an ass.” he sighed as he finished speaking, rubbing his eyes in annoyance as Dream’s familiar wheezing laughter started going off beside him. He glanced over at the male and threw him an annoyed glare. Usually, when he glared at someone, they would immediately stop what they were doing and become quiet so as not to piss him off anymore. It's a smart decision really and anyone with a single brain cell would be able to comprehend the basic concept.

But not Dream, because why would he ever fear him? No, instead of cowering down and becoming quiet, Dream laughed even harder as he leaned against the door frame to help stabilize himself. Instead of fearing him and trying to get back onto his good side, Dream proceeds to nearly die just because he made a dumb sex joke and wanna know what the worse thing is? Technoblade can't even be mad at the other, if anything, he falls a little more in love.

Once he finally composes himself, a full two minutes of the other two males in the room having to listen to his wheezing, Dream lets out a winded sigh and grins up at him. In return, Technoblade tries to convey an annoyed, maybe even frustrated look, but since all the other hybrid does is throw him a sweet smile, he could only assume his fake angry act isn't working.

“I'm making breakfast so go get cleaned up.” The shorter male says as he walks past the two other people in the room to get to the kitchen, Technoblade feeling a hand trail along his arm when the male walks past him. He watches him until he disappears into the kitchen before turning his attention to Tommy, the child most likely traumatized by now. 

“So...you staying for a while?”

“Um I mean yeah I was planning on it.”

“Cool cool you can have the couch.”

“Wow, thanks I can really feel the love.”

Technoblade shrugs unbothered at the other response and gently shoulder checks Tommy when he walks past him, receiving an offended gasp from the younger male. He feels a small grin grow on his face when the blond chases after him, letting out a small huff when the younger body collides with him causing him to take a few steps forward. He lets out a playful growl and shoves Tommy back, snorting when the other almost runs into a wall. He spreads his legs slightly in preparation for when the younger attacks him again only to yelp quietly when a hand hits the back of his head. He throws Dream a dirty look, receiving an even dirtier look from his mate.

“No rough-housing in the kitchen. If you two are going to fight and not help then you can go outside and do it.”

“But it's cold outside! Also, what are you, my mother!?”

“Tommy, if I was your mother, I would have gotten rid of you long ago.”

“HEY YOU BITCH!”

Yep, just a normal Monday for Tehnoblade.

It was actually pretty tame with Tommy staying at the cabin. He's not gonna lie, he thought it was going to be absolute hell once Tomy decided to stay longer than just a few days. He could just imagine the fights that were going to break out and the yelling that was bound to be the only things being said but weirdly, it was pretty quiet.

Sure, Tommy would still make a lot of noise and he would still complain about most everything but at the same time, he was a pretty good kid when someone was paying attention to him. And, of course to Technoblades annoyance, the child's new favorite person became Dream. All-day it was “Dream this' ' and “Dream that” and honestly, he misses when the younger blond couldn't stand the other male. Now, he barely gets any time alone with Dream because Tommy just loves hogging all of his time and at this point, he is a little desperate for some of his OWN MATE's attention.

Was it pathetic? Yeah but no one can really blame him. He went from having all of Dream’s attention for months to not having barely any of it. Was he envious of a child just because he wasn't getting any attention? Maybe.

Admittedly, he was a little happy that the two of them got along and it was even sweet to see the two of them interacting, although he would never say that to either of them. Like right now for instance.

“So, I just wait until the noodles turn tender? How long does that take?” Tommy asks from where he's standing in front of a pot of boiling noodles. Dream hums from where he's digging through the icebox, looking for what he could assume was leftover white sauce he usually puts on the noodles. He lets out a coo when he finds the jar containing the sauce, getting out of the icebox, and turning to smile at Tommy.

“Well, generally it takes about 8 minutes but it can differ based on the type of noodles. These will take around 8, so not long.” The older blond says as he pours the contents from the jar into a pot and sets it on the other stovetop. Technobalde watches as he messes with the heat dial from where he's sitting at the table, just watching the two work around the kitchen.

“Remember to stir the noodles, Tommy.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”He rolls his eyes as he watches Tommy follow Dream's instructions despite complaining.

“If you don't stir them they stick to the bottom and it's a bitch to get clean. You put some salt in, right?”

“Uhh...no?” He watches as the hybrid fondly rolls his eyes before watching as he throws a pinch of salt into the boiling water. Truth be told, Technoblade had no idea what they were making; he just knew it was something they had eaten before, evident by the already made sauce. Now, what was the sauce, and what was it made of? He had no idea he just knew it was amazing and Dream made it himself.

How did we ever survive without Dream?

Via raw meat and potatoes, the meal of an incapable warrior.

Shit, Technoblae your awfully lucky you're a piglin hybrid that can survive on very little. 

It's so wholesome though, Dream teaching Tommy how to cook.

Like a mama bird.

More like a mommy dragon teaching her hatchling how to survive.

Awe! Do you think he has maternal instinct? 

I mean just look at him, he obviously does.

He hummed quietly in agreement with chat as he continued to watch the two bonds do their things, a small smile spreading across his face as he watched Tommy listen intently to what Dream was saying. He was glad the two of them were bonding and he was happy that they had finally gotten over their petty arguments. Tommy was too young to be constantly fighting everyone and everything and he was glad to see the younger male finally relax around someone who wasn't Tubbo or Philza.

“How come big man never helps with cooking?”

“Simple: He can't cook worth a shit.”

“Oh please, at least I don’t snore.” He says with an eyes roll as he watches Dream turn towards him, a spoon held threateningly in his direction.

“I don't snore! You snore! Like a fucking freight train!”

“Now you're just being rude.”

“Good! Maybe you'll stop kicking me in the middle of the night.”

“Jokes on you, I do that on purpose.''Technoblade smugly says as he pretends to inspect his fingernails, smirking and ducking when a towel goes flying over his head. He looks back at Dream only to get another towel thrown in his face, hitting his square in the face when he doesn't duck in time. He removes the towel and glares at the blond, growling at the proud smirk on his mate's face.

“Sorry, reflex.”

“Oh, I'll show you a reflex.”

“No no, they are children present, my dear mate”

“ Gross.”

He sees Dream roll his eyes at this comment, the other turning back to mess with the food. Tommy comes over and sits down in the chair beside him, leaning against his shoulder slightly. Technoblae glances at him before focusing back on Dream, watching him work his magic so they don't starve. He hears a small hum start to come from Dream, the familiar tune causing a fond smile to grow on his face as he begins to hum along with his mate. He feels Tommy lay his head on his shoulder, the younger body relaxing against his body as the atmosphere radiates content energy. The glow of the mid-day sun shining in through the windows causing everything to sparkle like diamonds on the edge of a lava pool. 

He lays his head on Tommy's head, causing the younger blond to jolt slightly before they both settle down as they watch the dragon. He glances down to see Tommy’s eyes have closed, a small content smile on the younger's face and he feels pride in the fact that they were able to provide a safe place where the child was able to just be himself. He looks over to see Dream already looking at him, a small loving grin on his mouth as he pointedly looks at Tommy. Technoblade rolls his eyes playfully before flipping the dragon off, his mate's quiet laughter softly filling the air. 

Yeah, he could get used to this.

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Although Tommy basically lived with them permanently now, he would still occasionally go back to L’Manburg in order for no one to get suspicious over why he was gone for so long. Usually, it was just for a few hours or maybe a day or two but this time, Tommy had wanted to stay longer. He had brought this idea up during dinner and, after a small argument over whether or not it would be good for his mental health, Dream and Technoblade agreed to him staying for a month. 

Although he knew he was going to miss Tommy, Technoblade couldn't help but be excited at the thought of finally having Dream to himself. He no longer felt jealous whenever Tommy had most of the other hybrids' attention but he still could feel the excitement growing as the day Tommy was leaving for the SMP grew closer and closer. Now, standing on their porch as he listened to Dream ask Tommy if he's sure he had everything he needs, the excitement is about to practically burst from inside of him.

“Toothbrush and toothpaste?”

“I have some at my base there.”

“Enough clothes to last?”

“Yeah I have enough clothes and I can just get more if I need to.”

“Snacks for the road?”

“Snacks for the- no I didn’t pack any snacks! It's not even a long trip!” He watches as Dream pulls a container of cookies out of nowhere and shoves it into the younger blond's hands. He sees the confused look on Tommy’s face but since his mate's back is to him he can't see anything else.

“I literally just have to go through a portal and then a short walk, I don't need food for the trip.”

“I'm sorry, are you an adult here? No, no you're not.”

He snorts at the condescending tone the dragons use, watching in delight as an annoyed look grows on Tommy’s face.

“Yeah Tommy, listen to your mother!”

“FUCK YOU BITCH!” He cackles at the other response, watching as a heavy blush spreads across the younger male’s face at the implication of what he said. 

LMAO LOOK AT HIM! HE'S SO EMBARRASSED!

Awe he thinks of Dream as his mommy! That's so cute!

Do you think he thinks of Techno as a dad? 

That would be so wholesome!

Yes, it so sw-oh shit we’re gonna die, boys! It was a fun run!

The hell you talking about?

Oop angry wife alert, 11:00.

Technnoblade must have zoned out while listening to his thoughts because once he zoned back in, he found Dream glaring at him with his arms crossed, his body leaning slightly to the side as he looked at him from the ground. Tommy was holding back his giggles, a hand covering his mouth as he stayed behind the dragon hybrid. 

He coughed and looked away from his mate, looking between Dream and some random tree in the distance. He heard a snicker escape Tommy and he was tempted to try and glare at the younger blond but the fear of having to look at Dream stopped him from doing so.

“Y-yes honey?”

“Do you want to sleep in the dog house?”

“No of course not, I was just being supportive of you two's relationship.”

“Really? Cause that's not what it sounded like.”

“Nope! That's all I promise!” He heard Dream let out an unconvinced hum and he grinned brightly at the blond. He watched as Dream rolled his eyes fondly before smiling at him, motioning with his head for him to come down to where the two of them were standing. He listened and walked down, stopping by Dream and wrapping an arm around the other male's waist. He rolled his eyes at Tommy’s fake gagging and kicked some snow in the child’s direction, smirking at the offended squeal that reached his ears. 

“Alright twerp,  you have fun on your vacation, and remember, don't talk to strangers unless they're offering you something. We could always use some more gold.” He gets a pinch to his side for his comment but the small grin that grows on Tommy’s face makes it worth it.

“Don't listen to him, he's just mad no one would ever want to kidnap him.”

“Hey!”

“Be careful and stay safe. If you come back with even the smallest cut or bruise I swear to whatever god is out there I will kill you and bring you back to kill you again, understand?”

Technoblade watches as the younger nods his head quickly, a slightly fearful look on his face at the other threat. It's honestly kinda cute how overprotective Dream has become since Tommy has come to live with them. Maybe the other hybrid really did have some sort of maternal instinct but he couldn't remember reading anything about Ender Dragons having one. Granted, he also didn’t know there were such things as ender dragon hybrids but hey, you learn something new every century. 

They stayed there in the gently falling snow, waving at the younger male until they couldn't see him anymore. He could practically feel the anxiety coming off of Dream and he gently squeezes him from where his arm is around the other’s waist. He feels his mate lean into the hold, the other hybrid's head quickly coming to lay on his shoulder. He presses a quick kiss to the top of the dragon's head before laying his head on his mates, the both of them watching the snowfall around them.

“He’s gonna be fine, calm down mama bear.”

“I'm going to hit you in a minute for that comment. What if he gets hurt?”

“Then the other people there will help him like the overly nice demon one or Phil.”

“You mean Bad?”

“If that's his name then yeah.” He gets a small giggle from that, feeling as a shiver runs through Dream’s body. 

“Come on, let's go inside before your fragile ass freezes.”

He does receive a smack for that comment, rubbing the back of his head as he waits for the other male to enter the house before closing the front door, locking the cold outside.

It's quiet without Tommy being home, the house almost feeling empty without his voice constantly circling through the air. They play music basically 24/7 to help get rid of some of the silence but it still feels weird. Dream will sometimes just talk about something random to fill the silence while he's cooking, Techobalde in turn keeping conversation with his mate instead of just watching and listening. They’ve moved the jukebox out of their shared room to help with the quiet and that's where they find themselves now, curled up together in the bed.

Technoblade didn’t really even know how they got here, sharing sweet kisses in the darkness of their room as some random soft song plays on the jukebox. He has Dream on his back, a leg between the blonds and he is practically laying on top of him but the other hasn’t complained so he stayed where he was. A hand is gently running through his hair, occasionally helping to get a knot out before continuing on its journey. His hands are holding into Dreams' clothed hips and in his subconscious mind, he wishes there weren't any clothes stopping him from feeling the soft skin located there.

Sometime during their haze, one of his hands has disappeared underneath Dream’s hoodie and is stroking the soft skin covering the other hybrid's rib cage. A tail is curled around the leg not between his mate's thighs, the end of it gently thudding against his ankle. Dream’s wings are out too but since the other is on his back, his wings are kind of just spread out across the “nest”. 

He slowly pulls back from the kiss, opening his eyes as he looks down at Dream, seeing the gentle smile that was spread across his kiss-swollen lips. A blush had settled onto his cheeks, the freckles that were splattered across the skin becoming even more prominent. The scars that inhabit his skin, the ones stretching cross tanned skin in simple yet harsh lines, just add more beauty to the other features. The sign that he has been through the impossible and survived, coming out as a changed man but still a man nonetheless. Well, more like ender dragon but he's sure anyone would be able to understand what he was getting at.

He gently kissed the scars, barely applying any pressure as his lips touched the others' skin. The kisses insights a giggle from the other, the giggles slowly growing in volume as he takes his time to kiss each and every one of Dream’s scars that he can reach. The one stretching across the other nose, the one cutting through his left cheekbone, the one that cuts through his right eyebrow and stops just before it would have hit his expressive eyes, the small one that cuts through the corner of the other lips, all of them.

“What is your obsession with my scars?”

He hums quietly as gently presses one last kiss to the tip of the dragon's nose before smiling down at him, a stupid love-struck smile that even then couldn't express how much he loves the man lying beneath him.

“They show how you've survived life even after all that life has thrown at you. Shows your strength and stubbornness and unwillingness to just lay down and die. Shows your beauty, such a small thing yet you waltzed through with the grace of a deer through ever,” a small kiss is placed down on the other eyelid, “Single.” another one is placed gently on his forehead,  “Problem.” a kiss is placed on the dragon's other eyelid, “Like.” another kiss is placed on his left cheek,  “It.” the next placed on his right cheekbone, “Was.” a small, gentle one is placed on the tip of the other nose, “Nothing.” finally, this kiss lands on Dream’s lips, a slow, heated kiss containing nothing but love and wonder.

“You know, most people would think they make me ugly.”

“Well, I'm not most people are I?”

“No, you aren't.”

A hand is placed on the back of Technoblades neck and he is quickly pulled down for another kiss, this one more urgent and demanding. He feels one of the other hands start to slowly trail down his chest, feeling as a hand tugs his tucked-in shirt out from his pants. He shivers at the cooled hand that trails along the skin, the hand moving to his back and pulling the shirt up as it moves further up his back. He laughs quietly into the kiss when Dream whines, reaching his own hands down to start unbuttoning his shirt. He quickly undoes them, tugging the clothing off and throwing it off to the side. The cold hand returns, this time grabbing onto his biceps and holding onto it tightly. 

They both pull back from the kiss, slightly out of breath but the male beneath him seems more interested in the new skin that has been exposed to him. He watches as Dream’s eyes trail down his torso, taking in all the scars that litter his own paler skin. He watches as a hand traces one that's on his stomach, shivering at the feather-light touches it leaves behind. 

“You preach of my beauty but you never talk of yours.” He feels a blush grow on his face at the other comment and he flushes brighter when Dream throws him a knowing look.

“What can I say,  my beauty blinds my own mind.”

“Eh...I wouldn’t go that far.” He growls playfully and starts attacking Dream’s neck, covering the area with kisses as he listens to the others laughing turn into winded pants. He could feel a heat in his gut slowly start to simmer at the other's noises but he ignores it for the moment, more intent on getting more reactions out of his mate. He takes extra care to pay attention to the junction between the other neck and shoulder, the place where his mating bite will eventually be permanently placed upon.

“Techno?”

“Hm?” He hums as he continues to move along the other male's neck, placing gentle kisses over Adam's apple.

“Come on move, I wanna take my shirt off.” 

He whines quietly at having to stop his actions but obeys the other, getting off of Dream and pulling the other up so he’s sitting up. He helps to bring the dragon’s shirt over his head, his eyes slowly taking in the sight of the newly presented skin. His attention is immediately drawn to the scar that is located on the other collar bone, finally being able to see where it leads to. It crosses down his chest and ends in between the other males' pecs. He takes notice of the other scars also drawn on his mate's skin, taking a mental note about the pink blush that seemed to have moved all the way from the blond's cheeks down to his chest. He trails his eyes down over the other's abs, the muscles prominent but also looking natural and not just for show, and his eyes take in the small trail of baby blond hair that disappears underneath the other's waistline, and by the blood god does he want to follow it. 

“God, your so fucking beautiful. How are you not already taken? You're literally perfect.”

“Well, usually the whole “psycho killer” thing usually scares people away. Fundy did try for a while and we almost got married.”

He growls faintly at that, the idea of Dream belonging to someone else sending his instincts into a feral frenzy. “You don't belong to him anymore, you belong to me. Only me.”

His growl abruptly cuts off when a hand slaps him across his face, him turning to look at Dream with a dumbfounded look. The glare the other male is giving him is enough for anyone, man or woman, beast or man, to want to immediately apologize or start running for their life. He brings his hand up to hold his cheek, the flesh pink and still stinging minutes after the initial hit.

“I do not belong to you. I do not belong to anyone, not you, not Fundy, not George, no one, do you understand me?”

He swoons as the other stops ranting, thunderous purrs escaping him as he leans forward to bury his face in Dreams' hair. He hears the confused sound the other male gives out as he purrs away.

“What are you so happy for?”

“You're perfect.”

“I'm perfect? I just said I don't belong to you.”

“I know,” he says as he pulls away from the other males now messed up hair and grins down at him, “That's what makes you perfect.”

He watches as the others shakes their head and rolls their eyes, a fond sigh escaping them as they look up at him. “You're so weird. Come on, help me out of my pants.”

Technoblade is quick to help the other male, helping him shimmy out of his jeans as his breath hitches. His eyes trail along the long, long legs that are revealed to him, looking at the muscle that is rippling just beneath the surface. The smooth, tanned skin is stretched over miles of pure muscle, the only part of Dream’s legs that seem to have even the smallest amount of fat of them being his thighs. God, they're not thick but they're not thin, a perfect combination of the two, and they, just like the rest of the male, are rippling in muscle.

He reached one of his hands down but stopped right before his fingers were about to touch the heated skin. He looked up at Dream, receiving a slightly confused look from the other until he gently nodded down to the other legs. He watched as a fond and loving smile grew on the dragon's face, waiting for the other male to nod or give his verbal consent before touching him.

“You can touch, love. I want you too.”

That was all the confirmation he needed, his fingers automatically starting to trail along the side of Dreams legs. He gently traced the skin, watching in fascination as the mules beneath the skin would jump and tense when his feather-light touches ran over the skin and he watched as goosebumps formed on some parts of the skin. As he trailed his finger up higher on Dream thighs, he applied more pressure and watched the other face as he trailed them along the inside of the dragon's thighs. He watched as Dream bit his bottom lip, the plump and swollen flesh being pulled between his slowly forming fangs as he watched Technoblades hand intently. 

He focused back down on his hand as he slowly got closer and closer to where Dream was straining against his boxers, the tight black material leaving nothing for the imagination. He teasingly let his fingers to ghost over the straining bulge, a small gasp coming from the Dream as he leaned his head back. He did it again, focusing on the expressions that would pass across the other male's face as he ignored his own staring cock still being confined in his pants. 

He watched as Dream looked over at him, watching as the other eyes trailed down his chest and to where his pants were still blocking the rest of his body from view. He felt the other male gently push his arm away, immediately moving said arm away from his mate as he waited to see what he was going to do. He waited with bated breath as Dream slowly trailed their hands down his chest, stopping at his pants and starting to undo the buckle that was holding there. Getting the hint, he got up from the bed and removed them, quickly kicking them off of his legs before crawling back onto the bed. He gently pushed the other male back so they were laying back down on the bed, wasting no time in settling his leg between Dream’s open ones. 

Technoblade gently settled himself back on top of the other male, connecting their lips in a soft kiss as he trailed his hand down between their bodies. He felt the gasp Dream let out into his mouth when he grabbed the other cock through their boxers, gently moving his hand along the organ. Dream let out a whine when he gently let his thumb run across the head, slowly slipping his hand into the other boxers. He let out a soft groan as he gently started to stroke Dream’s cock, running his hand up and down in a slow, almost lazy manner, occasionally stopping to thumb at the head. He pulled back from the kiss and watched as Dram immediately started letting out tiny moans and whimpers, the other moving his face so it was hidden in Technoblades neck.

He gently pressed a kiss to Dream's head and he slowly started to remove the other boxers, slowly dragging them off of the dragon. He let Dream kick them the rest of the way off, his hand trailing gently stroking the other hip bone. He slowly pulls away from Dream, hearing a high-pitched and desperate whine come from the other male. He immediately releases a sweet coo, letting a comforting scent escape him as he gently strokes Dream cheek.

“I won't be long, I just need to grab the lube, honey.”

“We don't need it.” Dream whines out, one of his black-tipped hands coming up to grip Technoblades wrist.

“Dreamy, you don't produce natural lube, it's going to hurt. I promise it will only take a second.”

He hears Dream whine again as he gently dislodges the other's grip, gently squeezing the dragon's hand before letting it go. He quickly locates a bottle of lube in a chest, rushing back to the bed and letting out a comforting purr as he climbs back on top of Dream. Dream lets out a happy purr at his return, the other male making grubby hands towards him, and really, who is he to deny his mate.

“I was only gone for a few seconds!” He laughs as he settles himself back on top of the smaller male, placing gentle kisses on the side of the male's neck. He hears the content hum Dream lets out before a hand starts to gently move his face over to the others. A soft pair of lips connect with him, the movement slows as one of his hand's trails down the other hybrid's body. He’s able to open the bottle of lube with one hand, carefully squeezing some onto his fingers before throwing the bottle somewhere on the bed. As he gently moves the substance between his fingers to warm them up, he pulls back from the kiss to look down at Dream.

The blush on the other's face is more pronounced now, the dragon's normally clear, green eyes covered in a hazy glow as he looks down at his mate. The other male is letting out soft pants as if preparing for what's to come and Technoblade releases a short purr to try and comfort the other. The purr he receives back causes him to smile, Dream’s own smile mirroring his as the other male giggles quietly. His heart melts at the giggles of the other, leaning down to gently nuzzle his nose against the tip of Dream.

“God, I love you.”

His words cause the giggles to abruptly stop and he would have been concerned that he said something wrong if it weren't for the hitch he heard in Dream’s breath. Hell, he was silently panicking on the inside but he doesn't regret saying them because it's true. He does love Dream and he loves him with everything he had and he plans on spending the rest of his life proving that. 

“You mean it?”

“Yes, with all my heart and I would travel to all four corners of this universe to prove it to you.”

He panics slightly when he sees the tears that are collecting in the other eyes, hastily moving his non-lubed hand to wipe them away and release comforting chuffs. He buries his head in the other's hair as he places small kisses on the crown of his head. He hears a wet laugh come from Dream, pulling back rough to see the wide smile on the other's face despite the tears that are gently falling down his cheeks.

“I'm okay you big softie, these are happy tears. I just...I didn't even think I could love someone as much as I love you and I don't think I could ever survive if I lost you.”

“Well, it's a good thing Technoblade Never Dies right?” that gets a laugh from the other, their own hands coming up to wipe the remaining tears from their face. He smiles playfully and gently places kisses on Dream’s face, sighing when he receives the same attention from the other hybrid. With the confirmation that the other isn't in pain or anything, he slowly brings his hand down to the other hole, gently starting to push his finger in to avoid causing any pain or discomfort to the other. 

He hears Dream let out a small groan, watching the other's face as he slowly starts to move his finger around inside of his, gently stroking the other’s velvety soft walls. He relishes in the soft mewls that start to escape Dream as he slowly inserts another finger once he deems the other stretched enough for it. He moved his finger around slowly, keeping his focus on Dream. He listens to the sounds the other male lets out, small moans accompanied by faint whimpers quiet enough to miss. A grin grows on his face as the volume of the male’s voice increases as he starts to spread his fingers inside of them, watching in satisfaction as Dream throws his head back and lets out a loud moan. He snickers quietly at the other's reaction, getting a weak glare from them and a pinch to his arm. At this point, his own cock is painfully hard and is dying to get his boxers off but at the same time, the idea of being able to draw more sounds out of Dream is too appealing.

By the time he's gotten 4 fingers inside of the other male, Dream seems to have been lost in the haze. His thighs are constantly twitching and he keeps squirming, switching between getting closer to Technoblades fingers and getting further away. He had found the other prostate a while ago, gently using one of his fingers to occasionally gently massage the bundle of nerves, the dragons moaning loud enough he'd been concerned if anyone else were within 100 feet of the cabin. His own boxers had been abandoned not long ago, his straining cock hard and he's a little worried his knot will pop before he even has the time to get inside of the other male.

“Techno come on! I'm stretched enough.” Dream whines out, finishing his sentence with a moan as Tehnoblade takes the time to press against his prostate.

He rolls his eyes before listening to the other male, slowly pulling his fingers out of them and reaching a hand out to try and find the lube. Once he grabs the bottle he quickly squeezes some more out onto his fingers, wincing slightly at the difference in temperature. He quickly tries to warm it up some before deciding to just fuck it and strokes himself a few times. He groans quietly, aware of Dream watching his every action, and makes sure there is plenty of lube on his cock before wiping his hand on one of their discarded shirts. 

His eyes widen and he lets out a yelp as their position is suddenly changed, finding himself on his back and looking up at the other with wide eyes. The grin stretched across the dragon's face makes his face heat up, whether it's from embarrassment or from the fact that the other looks unbelievably hot on top of him, the world may never know. He moans quietly and closes his eyes when the other male grinds back against him, his hands coming up to hold onto Dream’s hips. He opens his eyes to watch as Dream moves around on his lap, gently rubbing the skin covering the other’s hips with his thumbs.

“Weren't you just telling me to hurry up?”

“Shut up, I didn't realize you were this big.”

“I know love, that's why I wanted to take it slow. Do you want to stop? It's okay, I don't mind.” He watches as Dream bites his bottom lip, watching as the other looks at his cock from over his shoulder. The dragon lets out a big breath before shaking his head, using his legs to push himself up slightly hovering over Technoblade's cock. 

“No, no I want to. Just give me a minute.”

He hums comfortingly, moving one of his hands up higher so it's setting on the other waist and not their hip, gently stroking the skin there. He knows he isn't small, not to toot his own horn, so he's willing to give the other as much time as he needs. He'd rather Dream be in ecstasy than be in any sort of pain or to be uncomfortable from the stretch. 

They wait for a few more minutes, Technoblade occasionally humming along to the song playing in the background as he waits for the other male. He watches as a determined look appears on the other face and moves both of his hands to hold onto Dream's waist in case the smaller male gets a little too ambitious. 

“Take it slow, love. We’re in no rush and I don't want you hurting yourself.”

He smiles reassuringly when Dream hesitantly glances at him, watching as the other male seems to relax more. He waits with bated breath as Dream slowly lowers himself down onto his cock, his own eyes closing as he leans his head back and moans loudly and shamelessly. Dream’s hot and tight around him and he can feel the other male clenching down on his cock as they lower themselves more. He lets out a winded breath, having to hold his instinct back from bucking up into the heat. 

He hears Dream let out a loud, high-pitched whine and he opens his eyes to watch the other. He watches as Dream lowers himself down the rest of the way, the other’s mouth opened and their chest rapidly moving up and down. They stay still for a few minutes, Technoblade trying to get better control of his instincts as he waits for the other male to get used to his size. God, the other male looks so beautiful like this, a blush basically spread across their entire body and a pleasured look on their face. Technoblade takes a mental image of the scene, trailing his eyes up and down the other male's body to appreciate the whole view.

He breaks out of his thoughts when the other male suddenly starts lifting himself up, Technoblade moaning loudly at the feeling of the other tight walls constricting around his cock. Once Dream gets to where just the tip is still inside of them, they suddenly lower themselves back down, enticing loud moans from the both of them. Technoblade feels his claws extend slightly, feeling them dig lightly into the other’s waist as he holds on for dear life. Shit, he feels like he's about to cum and they just got started, god this is pretty embarrassing.

“Shit, Dreamy you feel so good, god you're so perfect.” He says in a winded voice, helping Dream to lower himself with his hold he has on the other male's waist. 

“You flatter me too much.” Dream pants out, their hands coming to steady themselves on his chest as they continue to bounce on Technoblades cock. Unable to hold himself back, he starts thrusting up into the other male, relishing in the orgasmic moan that Dream lets out as the other throws their head back and arches their back. He grunts quietly as he meets every thrust from the other male, feeling his climax reaching closer and closer, feeling the beginnings of his knot starting to catch on the other’s hole. He lets out a pathetic sounding whine when Dream suddenly speeds up, their hips slamming down onto Tehnoblades lap at a bruising pace. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he hears the other male mumbles as he chases his orgasm, his grip on Dream’s waist tightening enough to where his claws start to draw blood. He suddenly leans up from the bed, catching hold of Dream as he starts to roughly thrust up into the tight heat of his mate. He buries his head into Dream's neck and starts sucking on the skin, pulling it between his teeth to ensure the skin bruises. He feels more than hears the moans and whimpers the other male lets out, holding the other body closer to his as they both get lost in ecstasy.

Technoblade winces slightly when he feels Dream claws start to dig into his shoulder, feeling as the blood starts to slowly trickle out of the wounds. He thrust hard into Dream as punishment, hitting the others' prostate straight on if the loud moan is anything to go by. He grins into his mate's neck and proceeds to aim his thrust there, practically drilling into the other male as he holds Dream close to his chest, the other male still bouncing on his lap and meeting his thrust. He feels as his knot catches more and more on the other's rim, feeling as the resistance grows as he moves in sync with his mate. 

A growl grows in his throat as he gets closer and closer and if the feeling of Dream tightening around him is anything to go by, so is the other male. He hears Dream start to let out a growl of his own, both of their instincts starting to take over their mind more than their human side. A sign of this for Dream, Tehnoblade notices, is the fact that the other male seems to become more feral, feeling the teeth that dig into his neck to leave their mark and the claws in his shoulders seeming to want to draw even more blood. Although he can't say he didn't leave his own mark on the other, the sluggish bleeding claws marks on the other hips and waist are evident enough to tell that their instincts are more in control at this point. 

“Shit, shit Tehno I'm close!” Dream moans out suddenly, him feeling as the other movements start to become more uncontrolled and more animalistic. In order to help his mate reach their orgasm, he reaches his hand down and starts to jerk the other male off, matching his strokes with his thrust. The rewarding whimpers he gets from the action are enough encouragement to thrust harder into the male and somewhere in the back of his mind, he feels pity for Dream’s ass in the morning. 

“Come on baby, cum for me. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum all over yourself.” He whispers into Dreams ear, grunting when the other male proceeds to tighten around him again and he almost worries that he's going to cum before Dream before the other male’s wings suddenly spread out in a large, dominating display, showing off the colors that are being reflected off of the blank membranes. He feels his cock he was stroking throb before Dream cums, the creamy liquid coating the front of their chest.

Technbalde moans at the sight and thrust a few more times into the other male, letting out a growl before he digs his teeth into Dream's neck, blood starting to spill from the bite. At the same time, his knot finally expands to its full extent, locking the two of them together for the foreseeable future as cum starts to slowly gush from his cock. He feels Dream let out a whine before a set of teeth are embedded in his neck, letting out a small moan at the feeling as he gently starts to rub the shaking male's back.

“Shh, I got you. You did so well. So pretty. So perfect.”

He hears a small wobbly laugh escape Dream before feeling the other male pull back slightly, seeing a smile on the other face, “You weren't too bad yourself.”

He rolls his eyes fondly before gently moving the two of them so they are laying down, Dream's body on top of his as he runs a hand through the blond man’s hair. He uses his other hand to grab a discarded shirt and gently wipe the cum from Dream's stomach, wishing he could do more but knowing his knot wouldn't go down for at least 10 minutes.

“We can take a bath in a while, my knot won't be going down anytime soon.”

“Oh, so that's what that was?”

“...Are you serious? Did you think my dick just magically got bigger?”

“I don't think you want me to answer that.”

He groans quietly, once again hearing the other laughter roll throughout his body. He huffs as he slowly pulls a blanket to cover their bodies, his eyes catching sight of the bleeding bite mark on his mate's neck. He gently licks around the area, cleaning it of the blood that had seeped out through the mark. He feels the other male do the same to the mark they left on him, purring quietly as he tilts his head to the side to allow the other better access to his neck.

“We’re officially mates now.”

“Yeah...it's crazy, isn't it?” He hears Dream let out a giggle at his comment, feeling a gentle kiss be placed on the mating mark on his neck. He sighs and closes his eyes as he feels Dream start purring against his chest, responding to the other male with his own purr. He soon feels sleep start to pull him under, Dream already having passed out from exhaustion and he feels a smile grow on his face as he imagines the long, long life they're going to live together.

He falls asleep that night with his mate’s purrs ringing in his ears, the music that was playing earlier slowly fading into silence.

Chapter Text

Tommy arrived back at the cabin two weeks later, the teen notably drained of energy and exhausted. After being mothered by Dream and forced to eat, the younger blond slept for almost two full days before having enough energy to function. Dream spent the following days mothering the younger blond, not allowing him to do any strenuous activities and not allowing Tommy to leave the cabin without either Dream or Technoblade accompanying him.

Tommy complained a lot during the time but the small smile that was always on the younger blond's face told them otherwise. Technoblade also made sure not to push the teen any further than he needed to be pushed, allowing the blond to take as many breaks as they needed and making sure to keep an extra eye on the teen when he and Tommy went out hunting or even just walking. Chat called him soft, claiming they were starting to miss the bloodthirsty warrior he used to be, but one glance at the smile that was always on Tommy’s face or the love that warmed his mate's eyes late at night when they were settled down for bed and he couldn’t imagine a better retirement. 

The next few weeks were pretty peaceful in their home. Technoblade would get up early to get a head start on chores and Dream would start breakfast not long after. Tommy would, eventually, be awakened by the smell of said breakfast and they would all sit down and eat together. Tommy normally helps out with some of the chores, mostly the ones concerning the animals, and he and Dream would care for the gardens and house. 

His instinct also changed after his and Dreams, uh, night of lovemaking. Before they mated, his instincts were protective of the other male but they also seemed to understand that Dream was able to hold his own just as well as he was. After mating though, his instincts started freaking out at the smallest things. When Dream would accidentally cut themselves while chopping food, Tecnoblade would practically run over to make sure the blond was alright. When a zombie was able to creep up on the male without them knowing, Technoblade ripped the green humanoid undead’s throat out with his teeth. 

And yes, it is as disgusting as it sounds. 

Tommy also got included in the new instincts issue he had going on but he was sure it was worse for his mate. Dream would freak out when Tommy was away from his sight for longer than ten minutes and they would go on a rampage until the younger blond was found. He would watch as the older male would stare the younger male down until they ate everything put on their plate, Dream being the one to load the plate up with food, of course. 

Life was peaceful and good and it was nice to be able to sit back and relax. He liked being able to just watch the sunset, finding his “alone time” often invaded by two clingy blonds who were dead set on filling his heart with more love than humanly possible. Most of their evening would be spent with Technoblade having two blonds curled up on either side, an arm thrown over here and an arm slug around there, until Tommy’s yawing provoked Dream into making the younger go to bed. The other two would then spend their nights just being in each other's presence, whether it was finishing up any small chores or cuddling in their nest, the two mates were never far from each other's reach. 

Technoblade was awakened by the feeling of someone jabbing their elbow into his stomach, letting out a pained groan and he hunched over his throbbing stomach. He heard a sinister laugh fill the air, a more airy and tired laugh also reaching his ears. He blindly threw a pillow in the direction the louder laughter was coming from, smirking at the shocked yelp that he got in return. He heard Dream snort from beside him and he grabbed a pillow, quickly moving as he attempted to shove the pillow into the blond's face.

“Wait! No, Techno! I didn’t even do anything!” Dream laughed out, bringing their arms up to block the pillow from smacking them in their face.

“You laughed, you traitor!” He yelled as he changed his tactic instead opting to jab his fingers into the blond slides, grinning at the laughter that soon followed the action. He continued “torturing” the other male until he felt two taps on his arm, immediately letting off of the blond. He watched as Dream took in a large breath of air, the other male's face flushed in a bright, cherry red, and small tears collected in the corner of their eyes. He smiled as he let the other male catch their breath, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the dragon's nose and ignoring the gagging sound coming from Tommy behind him.

“Gross! Technoblade don't do that in front of me! Now I'm going to be even more traumatized!” Tommy screeched and he could only assume the blond was covering their eyes with their hands.

“Oh quit being dramatic, I saw the smile on your face when Dream kissed your forehead last night.”

“What- I- that- that did not happen! I would never smile because of a gross kiss from Dream!”

“Oh? So you don't want my kisses anymore?” He grinned after seeing the pout on Dream's face as the dragon teased the other blond, slowly moving to get off of the blond. He muted out the sound of the two blonds bickering as he started to get ready, taking a few moments to stretch out his back and arms. After slipping on a simple outfit of just a plain, white shirt and black pants, he zoned back in to see if the other two males were still arguing. 

The silence that reached his ears would almost be concerning if it wasn't for the small, barely notable snoring coming from the direction of their nest. He snorted quietly, figuring Tommy had left and Dream had decided to sleep in a little only to turn around and see the two males cuddled together in the nest, a sight so sweet that he genuinely wondered if someone had lit his heart on fire. Dream was laying down on their side, their wings stretched out across the bed in the opposite direction, leaving only a small tuft of blond hair to be seen peeking out from underneath the dragon's chin. Patches, that ugly little thing, was curled up against Dream’s back and somehow still sleeping soundly despite the commotion.

Lifting the wing just enough so he could see underneath it, he caught sight of Tommy, fast asleep and dead to the world. The younger blond has his hands fisted tightly into the other male's shirt and had their knees brought up to their chest, a position that didn't look even mildly comfortable in the slightest. While observing the teen, he didn't notice the faint warning growl sounding through the air until he looked up and saw the sickening glare Dream was throwing at him. He slowly put the wing back in its original spot and held his hands up in an “I surrender” position, backing away from the pair until his mate's growling stopped.

The fuck is he growling at us for? We haven't even had enough time to piss him off!

He probably just doesn't want us waking Tommy up? The kids still got some killer eye bags from his trip.

Yeah, but why is he being so…

Growly?

Yeah, growly about it?!

Because he's mommy.

Oh, yeah right my bad. Tell Dream I apologize for being an ass.

“You guys have serious mental issues.” He mentally sighed out.

“I wasn't going to wake him up, mommy dragon, you can lower the glare.” He said quietly, noting the doubtful look in the other male's eyes. He rolled his eyes at the other protectiveness and gently ran a hand over the black wing, stroking the membrane gently. “Go back to sleep, I promise to leave the both of you alone.”

“I want to go to the beach.”

“Okay, that wasn't random at all.”

“Techno, I want to go to the beach.”

“What do you want me to do about that?”

“Find a beach.” He heard the other male growl out, watching as Dream snuggled back into the teen currently trying to cuddle closer to the older male. He gave Dream an annoyed look that did nothing to the other hybrid before sighing and resigning himself to his inevitable demise.

“Alright nerd, I'll find you a beach so you can swim with dolphins.”

“And tropical fish.”

“Awfully picky there, dear.”

“Want to sleep outside?”

“It's my house.”

“Want to sleep outside?” He let out an amused huff before leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to the blond hybrid's forehead, noticing the sweet smile that grew on the other male's face. He rolled his eyes fondly before exiting the room, taking another minute to stop and look back at his family before continuing downstairs.

It only took Technoblade three days to find a suitable beach for them. It was located a few hours away from the cabin and was bordering a grassy plain, the whole area alive with wildlife. There were cows and sheep grazing along the green rolling hills and tropical fish swimming in schools just below the water. There was a coral reef that made a half-circle around the lagoon and all sorts of sea life were inhabiting the area. Turtles laying their eggs along the beach shore and, after bribing them with a bit of cod, a pod of dolphins was playing along the surface of the water.

His favorite part though was the fact that it looked like nobody had ever found the sandy paradise, the land void of any human altercations. There were no tree stumps indicating chopped down trees and there were no caves or patches of land missing from someone going mining. There wasn't even a small dock for beats to be stored at. 

All in all, he was pretty proud of the little beach, especially for how long it took to find this peaceful little area. You'd figure it would be easy finding a beach that had fish and dolphins but when is anything ever easy for Technoblade? 

It only took a day of planning and making packs for an overnight stay before the trio headed out with Technoblade and Dreams deciding to leave early in the morning. They dragged a half-asleep Tommy behind him, deciding to not tell the teen where they were going so it would be a surprise to him. They took multiple breaks, mostly when Tommy complained about the smallest things and Dream would force them to stop, before they finally made it.

“Holy shit are we going swimming?!” Tommy yelled out, an excited grin spreading across his face as he ran over to the sun-warmed water, dipping one of his hands into it. 

Technobalde looked to his mate to see their reaction and felt pride grow in his chest at the awestruck look on the other male's face. Since it was just the three of them, the blond had decided to leave his hybrid feature out, which made watching his mate even more enjoyable when he could see the other tail wagging excitedly. The best way he could describe it would be like a puppy, a puppy who was given a new toy and was just waiting for its master to allow them to play with it. 

“Did-did you find this? All on your own?” Dream whispered in an astonished tone, their eyes never leaving the water gently hitting Tommy’s ankles as the younger careful step along the shoreline.

“Yeah...do you like it?”

“I love it.” He looked at his mate only to see the male already looking back at him, the other’s green eyes so full of emotions that it was hard to tell what they were feeling. Their scent, on the other hand, was giving off one very specific emotion: Love. 

The scent of pure honey mixed with vanilla with just the faintest hint of cinnamon, all together created a scent that was mistakenly the scent of love. Pure and unfiltered love and, at this moment, Technoblade was sure his own scent was mirroring the other males. 

“Thank you.” A sweet kiss is placed on his cheek and he feels a small blush grow on his face. He leaned over and slowly buried his face into Dream’s neck, playing a gentle kiss on the other male's mating mark.

“Anything,” He says as he places more gentle kisses on the side of Dream’s neck, “Anything for you. Now go on, I'll be there in a minute.”

He mirrors the grin on his mate's face as the other male nods quickly, watching as the blond quickly removes most of their clothes leaving them in just a pair of leggings. He watches as Dream rushes into the water, hearing the squeak from Tommy when the older blond tackles the teen into the water. The quiet area is quickly filled with the laughter coming from the two blonds as they continue tackling each other into the water. 

Man, he looks good in leggings.

Can we not just appreciate how cute and domestic this is? 

I agree. What is this, the Dream simp train?

Yes. 

That's exactly what this is.

Look at the smile on Tommy's face. He looks so happy! Awe!

I know! It's so adorable!

He stood there watching them for a few minutes before slowly removing his clothes, removing everything except for his pants before making his way into the water.

“There is no way you can talk to fish, that's not possible!”

“Yes, it is! I'm an admin, I can understand all animals!”

“Oh really then what is that fish's name? Huh!”

“Which fish? There's like 5!”

“The orange and white one!” It's silent for a few minutes as the older male ducks under the water to “talk” to the fish and Technoblade stops moving in the water so the blonds don't hear him coming. He knows Tommy sees him, based on the mischievous look in the young blond's eyes, but he's hoping Dream has yet to release it. 

Dream re-emerges from the water with a gasp, the male throwing their head back to get the wet hair out of their face. They cough a few times before looking over at Tommy and throwing him a grin. “His name is Nemo.”

It's silent, the only noise being the sound of the waves hitting the shore and the dolphins splashing into the water's surface. 

“You fucking liar!”

“I'm not lying! The fish said his name was Nemo!”

“It fuking did not! You just said that because you read it or heard it somewhere!”

“Na uh! I did not!”

“You totally fucking did!”

“Don’t you cuss at-Hey!” Technoblade laughs at Dream’s yell, wrapping his arms around the other male's waist and holding the male up into the air. He hears Tommy's laughter join him as the other hybrid yells at the sudden lift, squirming around in Technoblade’s grasp until he finally sets the other male back down onto the ground. 

“Alright, alright calm down! You're fine you big baby!” He laughs out as Dream splashes water in his direction. Tommy’s laughter is interrupted by a yelp as water is also splashed his way, sputtering something about being innocent as Dream laughter joins the air.

Their splashing competition is interrupted by the sound of a dolphin’s whistle,  the three of them quickly turned around to see the pod of dolphins a lot closer than they used to be. A bright grin stretches across Dream's face as the blond rushes out to deeper water, the other two hesitantly follow after the hybrid. 

“Don't tell me he can talk to dolphins too?” He hears Tommy loudly whisper as they slowly follow after his mate.

“Don't be asking me that, just cause I'm mated to the weirdo doesn’t mean I know everything about him,” he whispers back and their conversation is interrupted by the sound of more whistles coming from the mammals, Dream releasing his own combination of whistles in response. 

He’s bullshitting us, right? There's no way he is really talking to animals?

He did it with that parrot, remember? Seeds or whatever its name was?

Cookie.

Yes, thank you, Cookie. He talked to them.

“Tommy, come here! You wanna ride a dolphin?”

“Hell fucking yeah I wanna ride a dolphin, is that even a question?!”

Technobade shakes his head fondly, a lovestruck smile on his face as he watches his mate help the younger blond hold onto the front of one of the dolphin’s dorsal fin, the older male doing the same thing to another one before they release a series of short whistles. The dolphins slowly begin to swim in circles, Tommy holding on for dear life while Dream laughs at the look on the kid's face. It doesn't take long for the teen to start laughing along with the other male, the grey-colored mammals seeming to take that as an okay seeing as they immediately take off into the water. 

He lets out a small snort at the sound of Tommy’s panicked scream, the sound cut off as the animal suddenly dives underneath the water. A few seconds later the mammal reemerged, a coughing and laughing Tommy still attached to its fin. Technoblade felt something nudge his side, looking down to see another dolphin nudging his side with its nose, the surprisingly warm but wet skin creating a weird sensation. He cringed away from it and gently moved the animal's snout away from him, giving it a few shoves until it took the hint and swam away.

Dream and Tommy could ride the dolphins all they wanted but there was no way he was going to join them. He was content to stay back and watch as the two had fun, keeping an eye on the pair to make sure they didn't go out too far. Besides, due to not being distracted by the animals, he had the perfect view of the smile on his mate's face and nothing could ever beat that view.

The blond trio returned and allowed the dolphins to go back to their playing a few hours later, the mammals almost seeming to mourn the loss of their new friends. By then, Technoblade had migrated to shallow water and was simply sitting in the sand as he watched his family have fun. The yawns that were escaping Tommy’s mouth, despite the teen’s best attempts to stifle them, were a tall tale sign that it was time to bunker down for the night. Technoblade and Dream took out the blankets and sheets they brought, layering them to try and keep as much sand away from them as they slept while the blond teen simply laid back and relaxed, no doubt feeling the exhaustion catching up to them after a long day of playing. 

“Tommy come on, it's time for bed.” Dream quietly called out as soon as the trio's bed was finished, the male laying down on their side, their arms open and inviting. It didn't take long for the smaller blond to quickly cuddle up against the older one, burying their head in the hybrid's chest. Technoblade listened as soft purrs started escaping the hybrid, watching as Dream took a clawed hand and ran it through Tommy’s hair, no doubt doing his little head scratch thing he does.

He slowly crawled in behind Dream, placing a gentle kiss on the other male’s shoulder as threw one arm over the blond’s waist. He gently grabbed hold of one of Tommy’s hands, giving it a comforting squeeze as he got comfortable behind his mate. Both him and Tommy let out a content sigh when two black wings were laid over the top of them, Dream moving so he was more on his stomach to be able to cover both of them with his wings. 

“G’night Big man.” Technoblade heard a tired voice call out from the other side of his mate, a small snort escaping him at how tired to teen sounded. He can’t say he’s surprised though, they practically spent all day in the ocean so he already knew that the two blonds were bound to be sore in the morning.

“Goodnight, Tommy. Don’t let the fish nibble at your toes, I hear they like human flesh.” He said, flinching when he received a smack to the stomach from the blond in the middle. A quiet “Knock it off.” was mumbled into the makeshift bed from the already half-asleep dragon.

It was silent for a few seconds, Technblade assuming the younger had fallen asleep since, if the quiet breaths escaping a pair of pink lips were anything to go by, Dream was already fast asleep and most likely not going to wake up until morning. 

“Technoblade?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for uh...you know...letting me stay and um letting me come with you guys today.” A hesitant voice mumbled out quietly and he felt the hand gripping onto his squeeze. He let out a small sigh before returning the gesture.

“Don’t mention it, I wouldn't have thrown you out. You're my little brother, and even though sometimes I want to smack the shit out of you, I’ll always be there for you.”

“...Thanks.”

“Go to sleep Tommy, you're gonna be exhausted tomorrow.”

It's silent and he finally relaxes against the blankets, basking in the warmth of the two bodies beside him and the cool breeze of the ocean winds. 

Technblade was hoping to keep his and Dream mating a secret from the rest of the server. Not forever, he has a hot mate and he is more than willing to show them off, but he wanted to avoid the drama that would follow their announcement. He didn't want to have to answer all their questions or have to talk about anything that related to their relationship, really.

He wasn't ashamed of being mated with the other male, far from it actually, but he liked the quiet and peaceful life they had going on right now and he just knew that if the others found out, their simple life would be ruined. 

So, naturally, it wasn't long after their beach trip that their relationship outed to everyone else. 

Technobade would like to state that it wasn't his fault for outing them. In his defense, George was getting a little close to Dream, from the constant touching to the sexual innuendos constantly being thrown around the friend group. And, yeah, okay that was just how their friend group worked and it was all fun and games but sometimes, he couldn't help but think they take it just a little too far. 

The kiss that was suddenly placed directly on Dream’s soft neck, the kiss placed a little too close to a certain claim, from a certain brit was what broke the ice.

A growl was ripped from his throat as he stormed over to where the “Dream Team” was standing, grabbing Dream by his hoodie hood and yanking the male towards him. He glared at the other two males over the blond's shoulder as he buried his head in his mate's neck, taking in the other confused scent as he carefully watched the other two.

“Hey!” 

“Yo, what the fuck man! What the hell are you doing?!” A confused Sapnap yelled out, drawing the attention of everyone around them.

Great. Even more, people to watch this shit show go down.

“Tech? Are you okay?” He felt Dream whisper into his ear as the other males arms slowly wrapped around his shoulders, one of their hands coming up to gently scratch at his scalp in an attempt to calm him down. Usually, the move would work like a charm but right now, all that was going through his head was the fact that someone kissed his mate.

We should tear him limb from limb and feed him to the dogs.

Or better yet rip his head off and display it for other unwanted suitors. 

Oh, yeah I like your idea better!

Guys, come on! I'm sure George didn't mean to actually kiss Dream on the lips!

We literally watched as he grabbed hold of Dream's face and kissed him but go off I guess.

“Are you guys okay? We heard Sapnap yelling?” A concerned Bad was suddenly standing over by George and Sapnap, sending Dream a concerned look and a scared look towards him. He felt the urge to growl again but stifled it, instead opting to go back to subtly scent-marking the blond in his arms. 

“We were just messing around and Technobade freaked out!  George kissed Dream and then Technoblade went all angry-growly mode!” Sapnap exclaimed, the male's loud voice causing his ears to twitch in irritation.

“Why were you kissing Dream?”

“I was just messing around Bad, no one got hurt.”

“Yeah but still you don't need to just be randomly kissing people!”

He moved his head slightly so he could see what was going on, seeing a disappointed-looking Bad shaking his head while George just rolled his eyes and crossed their arms. He could see other people approaching behind the group, noticing the unmistakable blue of Skeppy and the orange and rust-colored fur of Fundy. He could also make out what seemed to be Ranboo and Tubbo following after them, seeing the nervous but curious looks on both of the boys' faces. 

“I don't see what it hurts, it's just Dream! I've done it multiple times before, why is it different now?” George exclaimed, the look of frustration on the brunette's face clear as day when they looked over at him.

Technobade wasn’t able to hold in his growling at that. What did the brit mean “multiple times”? Had they done this before? Were they just joking and messing around or was it serious? He knew that they had a reputation of being” together” but he didn't think that was actually true? 

He's broken out of his train of thought when he feels someone elbow him, looking over and glaring at whoever was touching him. Seeing that it was only Phil, he stopped glaring and stifled his growling, returning back to his mate's neck. He placed a few gentle kisses there, feeling the other males' breath catch in their chest. He felt a purr of satisfaction erupt from him, the obviously bothered response he got from Dream calming his raging instincts. 

He looked up to see George glaring at him with clear jealousy in his eyes, seeing a confused Sapnap also staring at them. Good, let them stare and let them be jealous. Dream was his, not theirs, and he'd be damned before he allowed them to touch his mate again.

“Oh my um Dream, care to explain what's going on?” A flustered Bad interrupted the building tension between Technoblade and George, the demon taking a step closer to the group. He felt Dream let out a sigh before the hand stroking his hair gave his head a few taps, clearly trying to get him to do something.

What did we do wrong?

He probably just wants us to let him go so he can explain the situation!

Yeah, but why do we have to let him go to do that? Can he not do it here?

Maybe he’s going to punch George, that would be fun to watch!

I support the second option!

I say we just forget this whole thing ever happened and we leave and go home. 

And why would we do that? Why don't we just explain what's happening so they leave us alone?

Where’s the fun in that?

Touche.

“Hon, come on, let me go so I can talk to them.” He heard Dream say, whining quietly as he felt the blond try and gently push him away. He felt more than heard the small laugh the other male let out at his refusal to let them go. He held on for a few more seconds before relenting and releasing Dream from his hold. He waited until Dream had turned their back to him before he strikes again, quickly wrapping his arms around the blond's waist and burying his head back in the male's neck.

“This isn’t what I meant.”

“Too bad.”

“Techno.”

“Go on, say your little speech,” He places a small kiss on the side of Dream’s jaw, keeping eye contact with a certain brunette the entire time, thriving at looks he receives from it, “Ignore me.”

‘Ugh whatever so you're all probably wondering why the bloodthirsty blood god suddenly became a little bit-ow! What's true!” Dream yells out when he pinches the male's side for their comment, grumbling that he's not a little bitch.

“Anyway, so long story short: Technoblade and I are mated.”

It's silent for a few seconds before all hell breaks loose.

“What the fuck!” Quackity, obvious by the duck's obnoxious voice.

“Are you fucking serious? Him?!” Skeppy maybe? Maybe Sapnap?

“Awe, congrats you guys!” Nikki, obviously.

“I knew it! Congrats you two!” He's not sure who said that one but he really couldn't care less.

“But-but what about us?!” That one was definitely Fundy and he feels a bit bad with how smug he feels at the pain and jealousy in the fox hybrid's voice.

He is surprised that he doesn't hear George’s voice pipe up from the crowd and when he looks up he understands why. The brunette is still standing where he was moments ago, the only difference being the smug as hell smirk on their face. The male looks relaxed, bored even, and he can help the anger that starts to slowly bubble up in his chest. Really, it's no surprise he feels the need to murder the other male when they finally decided to speak their mind.

“Why are you guys freaking out? It's not like it's going to last long, just like with Fundy.” 

All conversations immediately stop at their comment and everyone immediately looks over at Dream and him, a fearful look in most of their eyes. Either for George or for himself, he's not sure. What he does know is that he is about to kill a certain brunette in the most brutal and painful way he can think of and there is no force on earth that can stop him. He sees Sapnap smack George before the pyromaniac backs away from the male, probably assuming Technoblade was about to charge. He quickly releases Dream and lightly shoves the male out of the way before marching over to George, only stopping at the feeling of his mate grabbing his arm. A growl is vibrating his chest, a deadly glare set in his eyes as his entire attention is focused on George. He not able to see if the other male is actually comprehending the threat he's trying to display, with the brunette wearing their stupid-ass goggles, but by the flinch he gets when he steps forward just a bit, he confident that he at least got some of his points across.

“Actually, George, this one's permanent.” He hears Dream snap from behind him, the bitter tone in which they say the other male's name causing a smirk to grow on his face. He preens at the hurt look that appears momentarily on the brit's face, his smirk turning dangerous as he feels Dream’s hold on him become looser.

Shit, that's gotta hurt man.

I can't tell if he is insulting George or Fundy?

Both...both are good.

Yeah but Fundy didn't do anything so now I feel bad.

Sucks to suck.

I do feel a little bad for him but I mean, there's nothing we could do about it.

“You said that last time too, remember? How is this one different?” He hears the other male mumble out, the smirk on his face only seems to grow in size. Oh, this was just too good. George was actually jealous. 100 percent jealous of their relationship and he couldn't help the dark chuckle that escaped him. He watches as everyone turns back to stare at him and he gently tugs Dream forwards so the blond is beside him.

He reaches a hand up and gently takes the edge of Dream’s mask, letting out a questioning noise and waiting for confirmation that it's okay. He watches as Dream hesitates, the male scent becoming more nervous and scared before neutralizing out as the blond nods his head. He slowly removes the mask, ignoring the gasp that comes from everyone behind him as he places a soft kiss on his mate's nose. He smiles softly at the quiet giggle he gets before moving behind Dream.

He gently grabs Dream’s chin, slowly moving it so the male's neck is more on display, the blond's pulse fluttering underneath their tanned skin. He gently pulls down Dream’s shirt collar, just enough so their mating mark is visible and not an inch more. He smirks widely as he places a gentle kiss on the mark, watching George's face changed from cocky to fearful and desperate. 

“This,” he says in a dark voice, a glare once again taking over the red of his eyes, “Is what makes us permanent. I am his and he is mine and there is nothing, NOTHING, that any of you can do about that.”

The tension in the area could be cut with a knife as he fixes his mate's shirt, helping the blond with putting their mask back on and placing a comforting kiss on the cold porcelain. Was this how he wanted to reveal their relationship? No, not at all. In fact, he was thinking about just not ever telling anyone about it but he couldn't stand the thought of George thinking that Dream belonged to them. He's seen the way the brit looks at the blond, mischief, and smugness clear in their eyes when Dream follows their every order. It was almost pathetic, how much the brit craved the blond attention but after today, all of that was going to change. 

“We’re mated Geroge, actually mated. And well, if you can't accept that then just…” Technoblade could partially hear how tired and stressed out the blond was and he couldn't help the comforting purrs he started releasing. He watched as his mate's shoulders relaxed somewhat, the muscle in them still tense but less so. “Keep your thoughts to yourself because I love him and I'm not about to let you ruin another one of my relationships.”

Small gasps of shock rang throughout the air and he was sure that if he looked back at George, he would see the other's eyes full of pain and betrayal. As for Technoblade, well he was sure there were multiple emotions in his eyes. Ranging from love and lust, devotion and longing, and he'd be damned if someone ever thought he didn't love this man because, at this point, he would do anything for them.

They left fairly quickly afterward, Dream telling Sapnap goodbye and completely ignoring George, and saying bye to a few other people. Technobalde said bye to Philza, after getting congratulations first of course, and talked to the older blond until it was time for the mated pair to leave. The journey back to the cabin was filled with a comfortable silence as Dream swung their connected hands back and forth, a gentle wind blowing through their hair. 

Once they reached home, Techoblade was more than willing to show Dream exactly how much he loved them.

It's a familiar scene, one that Technoblade has seen many times and hopes to see many more of. The fire gently licked away at the dried wood, a soft crackling filling the air as the flames danced. The snow falling gently outside the window, the white powder covering the area in a soft layer of iced crystals, the moonlight reflecting off of the crystals making it seem like stars were laid upon the ground. The cabin is quiet, the only sound besides the fireplace being the slow release and intake of air. With the fire going in the background and the snow sparkling along the frozen tundra, he couldn't help but think this must be what home feels like.

His mate is in his arms, gently swaying to an imaginary tune as they waltz around the area. The light reflecting off the scars littering the male's face, from the hook-like scar on their chin to their newest scar sitting proudly above their collar bone. Their blond hair showing all the different colors of gold, the strands more beautiful than any piece of gold Technobalde had ever seen before. His arms are wrapped around the blond's waist, as he noted with a small amount of pride the fact that the male has gained a little bit of weight since their initial stay here. From the softer muscles now lining the male's toned legs to the gentle muscles located on their stomach, he couldn’t help the feeling of pride and love exploding from inside of him. 

A pair of black wings are also being shown on display, the translucent black allowing just the tiniest amount of light to shine through them. The hooks on the end of the wings are lined with golden bands and trinkets, each hook decorated with a blood ruby. A tail is swaying behind the male, the strong limb relaxed and just barely sweeping across the wooden floor. 

Don't even get him started on their eyes, the beautiful mix of blues and yellows and greens creating a galaxy of colors to explore. The cat-like iris expanded and gazed up at him with so much love he could feel his heartache. He's sure his own blood-red eyes are mimicking the lovesick emotions, for no matter how many times he says so, he doesn't think he could ever explain just how much he loves the other male. 

How strong they are, how beautiful and fierce and kind and stunning they are. How watching the male cook breakfast is one of his favorite things in the entire world and how he could spend hours just staring into the other's eyes and not once have the need to look away. How his heart stops every time he wakes up and sees the blond sprawled out on his chest, the gently snoring assuring him that this is real and not an illusion. How he can see the male in every little thing, from the smallest blade of grass to the highest cloud floating through the blue sky. 

He’d read somewhere that time is an illusion, how we as people had created time and day, hours and minutes, seconds and milliseconds, and he couldn't really understand it at the time but he can now. He can see it in the way time seems to disappear when he's with them, how time passes by and he doesn't even hesitate for a second on spending it with them. He doesn't care what time is, an illusion or maybe just a thought, it doesn't matter.

All he knows is that he wants to spend as much of it as he can with the blond in his arms. Swaying to the imaginary tune as the fire crackles in the fireplace. As the snow falls gently outside the window, creating a land full of stars and moonlight. As the air is filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and homemade apple pie, the extra hint of vanilla and honey expressing an emotion few have the chance of truly discovering. 

This , he thinks as he lays his head on top of Dreams, closing his eyes as his mate hums against his collar bone, is home.