COMFORT - DSMP + CHILD ! READER

19 :: SCREENSAVER

They climbed into the portal, Techno humming as they walked back to his place. A little ball of guilt grew in their throat, the image of Wilbur's body falling into the river never leaving their mind.

Guilt.

(timeskip brought by my kids being feral)

Techno sat down in his usual armchair in front of the fireplace with a huff, {Y/n} throwing their boots up the stairs and flopping down on the couch.

"We barely did anything, why are you so tired man?"

"you sleep through, like, the entire week let me chill."

The raccoon responded, voice muffled by the couch cushions. Techno laughed, shaking his head as he picked his unfinished book up from the coffee table in-front of him.

{Y/n} was already dead asleep, the kid out cold in a matter of a few minutes. They weren't a heavy sleeper like Technoblade or Philza, but they were annoying to wake up.

Speaking of the man, Phil walked in with a cup of tea in hand. He nodded to Techno, putting his cup down and hauling {Y/n} up into his arms and into their room, going back downstairs.

"So? How was the election?"

"Some goat won, you know the same as usual Phil."

The blonde chuckled, sitting down. Techno stared at the emerald earring dangling from Philza's ear, his own matching one clinking on a gold stud also in his ear.

Gold earrings were plastered on almost every part of his ear, rings chains and studs covering the pink on him. He even used to have a nose ring, but doesn't wear it much anymore. He also had multiple rings of different ores built into them lacing his fingers.

Phil, on the other hand, was prone to collect anything shiny, just like the crows. Once when he was younger, before Wilbur had even become a thought in his mind, he had let his wife pierce his tongue.

Sure it hurt a bunch, but he was already far into immortality and felt that it would be a fun idea. He still keeps a clear stud in the piercing to this day.

"Ey, Phil?"

"Y..Yeah, Techno?"

"You're staring at your tea like it owes you money."

He laughed, shaking his head and taking a hearty sip of the chamomile tea and putting it on the coffee table.

"Im jus' thinking, is all."

The pinkette took a long look at the man, fingers intertwined with the cover of his book and the pages.

"You look worried."

"Thats b'cause I am. Have you talked to {Y/n} lately about their lives?"

Technoblade shook his head, putting his bookmark in his page and closing the book.

"They have one left. I felt the indents on their neck, two were hollowed out. The skin crumbled at my fingertips."

"..Withering. It's withering, isn't it?"

They both refused to answer, but they knew the response. The death angel sat up, sucking a breath in through his teeth.

"I promised Kristen I wouldn't let death take anyone away from me under my power. Even if she is death."

The blood god got up from his armchair, sitting next to his centuries old friend. Never in the hundreds of years of Techno knowing the man had he seen him this determined, not since he married his wife or met his own son.

Foolish. It was foolish to think that he cared so much about some kid. His love for his family was strong, too strong for time to ever break.

But there was something about {Y/n}.

The way they bonded so easily with one of the most deadly gods and even went home with him. The way they had so easily summoned an entity so powerful it could bring life into the hands of death.

Maybe it was fatherly instinct. He already unofficially adopted Tommy, anyways. One more wouldn't hurt. Techno was basically a brother to him at this point, too.

{Y/n} slept peacefully as the two talked downstairs, unaware that the conversation was about them. Their sleep was dreamless, sometimes seeing a flicker of white or green in the distance of their mind.

They felt disconnected from their body after what they had seen. Did they really watch Wilbur die? Did the election even happen, or was it in their mind?

Either way, it felt too real. Too up close, too fast. It didn't feel real that he did die.

Die.

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