Under The Floorboards(Technoblade X Reader)

Part 13

"Protect your mom, kid." He ruffled his hair and Aether snuggled closer to her chest, Technoblade adjusted the crown on his head and stepped down the ladder slowly. Techno wanted to avoid as much unnecessary noise as he could, as he entered the sitting area Steve picked up his head and huffed. "You too, watch out for them buddy. They're gonna need you." He swore Steve was giving him a disapproving look, "don't look at me like that." Technoblade sighed, grabbing a book and quill. He dipped the feather in black ink and scrawled a note out to his lover relaying his plan to her, apologizing for having to leave her for so long. But he made sure to remind her that she was strong and could overcome anything she put her mind to, he tore the page out and rested it on top of some of the papers leftover from last night. With a deep breath, Techno grabbed his sword before stepping out of the house, Phil greeted him outside. He was leaning against the door of his home, his wings were pulled close to his body, hat tipped downward covering his eyes. Phil looked up hearing that Technoblade closed the door, "I don't need a lecture."

"Well you're getting one anyway mate, what kind of dad would I be if I didn't lecture you?"

"You're not my dad."

"Still. You have a wife and a kid at home, you're walking right into a trap. You'll probably never see them again. I'm assuming you haven't told them of your plan?"

"Absolutely not. She'd convince me out of it, she's very persuasive." Techno sighed softly running a hand through his hair, "Plus...if I get stuck in the prison I want her to try and live a normal life the best she can. You'll keep an eye on them too right?"

"Mate." Phil sighed, shaking his head, "I got Wilbur to keep an eye on now that he's revived. I'll do my best, I love both her and Aether like they're my own. But..."

"I understand. Just don't let her do anything stupid, she'll die if she tries to break me out."

"I'll do my best."

Technoblade nodded and gave Phil a hard pat on the back, "Stay safe."

"You too mate."

Technoblade took one last look at the house before trudging through the tundra towards Pandora's box.

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You woke up feeling cold, not used to waking up and feeling a chill of the Tundra air on your body. Your brow furrowed and reached out to the space beside you, eyes cracking open you saw the only one in bed with you was Aether. You tried to remember if Technoblade told you he was going on a mansion run or something last night, scratching your scalp you sat up on the bed. You made sure not to wake your baby as you slid out from under the covers, the room looked untouched, but Techno's crown and cloak were gone. Worry started to worm its way into your heart, he usually would wake you up early to say goodbye if he was doing either one of those things. You vaguely remembered catching him awake last night but couldn't recall what he had told you. Sliding down the ladder you saw Steve asleep at the foot of it, no food was in his bowl which made you frown once more.

"You hungry buddy?"

The polar bear grumbled looking up at you with steel-blue eyes, slowly he got up from his resting spot to walk along beside you. For the first time today, you smiled, you scratched behind the bear's ears. Steve seemed to relax and lean into your familiar touch, he seemed just as stressed as you felt, maybe just maybe, he was feeding off your negative energy. You tossed him some meat in the air and he caught it in his mouth furiously digging into the flesh,

"Atta boy." You hummed, opening the trashcan to swipe the leftover trash into the bin from yesterday, papers and leftover food fell into the bin with a soft thump. Steve suddenly growled facing towards the door, his face was stained with blood, you knew that meant someone was fast approaching your humble abode. You looked down at your nightgown and flushed nervously, maybe it was a good thing Technoblade wasn't home. There was a knock at the door and you cursed under your breath, you hoped the knocking wouldn't wake Aether. You walked over to it and opened it, you knew if needed Steve would protect you. At the door was a young man with a mop of curly brown hair, with a pair of round glasses resting on his face. His sweater was yellow and had a large sewn-up tear in the center, Wilbur.