Singularity | Dream X Reader X Technoblade

• CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX •

| Meddling PT 2|

You wiggle yourself free from your covers. It's still dark out, very early morning, and you know you are the only person awake. You would rather keep it that way.

With a yawn, you get dressed in your work clothes and snack on an apple as you know you won't be eating breakfast for a while yet.

Your plant to harvest a portion of your crops had been on your to-do list for a while and finally, they were ripe enough. It took a good days work, and you liked to get a head start. You know eventually, Tommy would join you but you wanted to let the kid get his sleep and no way were you going to make your guests do the dirty work.

Although knowing Technoblade, he would probably appear before long and wordlessly start helping without uttering a word.

You sneak through the living room kitchen, mindful of Technoblade peacefully sleeping on the settee. The door opens and closes with a near inaudible click and you flair your wings out to glide down to quicken your journey to the greenhouse.

It's quiet on your land. But it meant your lighting was doing its job to ward away monster spawning and you breathed in the chilly morning air.

It felt good in your lungs.

Gathering your equipment, you hurried along to your greenhouse because despite how you enjoyed the morning air, it was cold and already your fingers were tingling.

The barrels were already piled, ready to be filled. You mentally pat yourself on your back for remembering to do that yesterday with all the excitement you'd had recently.

Shrugging your jacket off, already getting too warm, you turn your focus onto the carrots.

***

Like you had expected, Technoblade joins you, then later Tommy and even Dream pitched in. Slowly you worked from the vegetables to the fruits and wheat. You send Tommy to check up on the animals and feed them.

Once the new young were reared off their mothers, you planned to sell them to the villages around you. While okay with killing and gutting chickens, you were less so for larger animals, instead preferring to buy the meat from butchers. You had a good iced room below to safely store the meat, so you had no worry of it going off.

You listed the number of barrels used and what was in them, mentally tallying what you planned to keep and what to sell. With a permanent extra mouth and the addition of an occasional guest, you wouldn't be selling as much this year. Not that it was really a problem, you were plenty rich since you didn't really spend much money outside food or fabric.

By the time everything was done and over with, lunch was approaching.

Tommy slid up beside you and, putting down your notebook, you turned your attention onto him.

"Hey," he spoke in a lower tone than normal.

"Yeah?" you subconscious mimicked him, "What's up?"

"You have any other plans for today?"

You racked your brain, other than listing everything into better note form than just scribbles, no. You tell the blond as such.

"Why don't you and Techno spend some time together?"

Suspicious but amused, you cocked a brow, "What's this about?"

Tommy fidgeted in a way you were growing to learn meant he knew something but didn't want to say anything. He shrugged, "You spent some time with Dream, why not Techno?"

Now both suspicious and confused, you understand his reasoning but why? It was a rather random...request?

Seeing your expression, Tommy grinned but shrugged, "Fairs, fair, right?"

"...Okay? And what you would suggest?"

He froze—ah-ha, clearly he hadn't thought as far ahead in his strange plan. You smiled.

You pat his cheek lovingly, "Good thing I was already going to suggest a picnic. You good to feed Dream and yourself?"

"Uh, yeah!" he nodded, grinning, "I'll tell Techno!"

Then he ran off.

And so, half an hour later found you and Technoblade sitting in your favourite field to stargaze in, mocking Tommy for his strange behaviour.

***

Tommy shot Dream a smug grin.

Dream eyed him warily, "What are you all smug about?"

"Just helping my brother," Tommy bit into his apple.

"Okay?" bewildered would be putting it simply, "And that affects me how?"

Tommy just gave Dream this look, "You didn't think you were the only one with feelings for Y/N, right?"

It clicked, "You!"

Tommy cackled, "Suck it, green boy! If anyone deserves Y/N, it's my brother!"

Dream leapt across the table, hands out in front of him with the intent to strangle; Tommy screeched and fled.