Singularity | Dream X Reader X Technoblade

? Thirty Two?

...Maybe you should have done that before leaving. Honestly, you don't know why you keep it open anyway. It wasn't like you were going back and forth, the complications of stepping into the End made it difficult for you to come back for a time.

Not to mention Tommy had found it on his first week living with you! Ah, you hadn't been expecting guests, let alone one you hadn't met before, so closing it off hadn't occurred to you...

"Well that's not good," Phil sighed.

"I'd suspect if he was researching them for so long, then he must know the process right? On how the next Guardians are chosen?" Technoblade asked.

Tommy drummed his fingers on the edge of the table thoughtfully, "I wouldn't be surprised if he had some plan. The wrong'un."

You messaged your brow at the ever-growing knowledge that Cassian might know how to kill a Guardian and that...maybe, the reason he wanted to find you was because...no. He couldn't possibly know, right? Only six humans knew, half of which were dead. Phil, Technoblade, and Wilbur. Sonny, Julie and Tigra. Cassian had never been told.

"We'll just have to wait and see," Dream spoke up, arms crossing, "If Cassian is looking for you, then he must need something, right?"

That was a good question. But what could he need? Access to the End? But there was no reliable way back for the average person. You also doubt the End would be his go-to choice in Guardian.

Little is known about them—on purpose. The End had been closed off from the Overworld after the Old World came to an end. The people that had once lived in the End had become Endermen and the first Guardian had chosen to pass on not long after that and then...

You pursed your lips.

...

Evening arrives and soon dinner is cooking.

Stuffy from all the heat, you step outside for some air, wrapped up in one of Phil's cloaks. It was surprisingly chilly considering it was summer but nonetheless, you enjoyed the cool breeze.

In the distance, there were floating lanterns lighting L'Manburg's centre, as well as other occupied homes that littered the city streets. L'Manburg wasn't large by any means but more people had been arriving, seeking refuge or a new place to call home. No doubt it would continue to grow for years to come because new cities generated lots of curious people, whether for a change in scenery or just for some light tourism. That had been your original plan when visiting Dueport all those years ago. Your desire had been to travel, but then you had met Sonny and Julie and you had just clicked with them. They had been your first friends outside the Crafts, who were more family than friends.

You had recused Tigra not long after that, passing by a Pillager outpost had given you three the sight of their prisoners and, yeah, none of you were going to let that slide. And you didn't, freeing the prisoners and gaining a new addition, someone who you had grown to love and think of as your own.

You heaved a sigh, beginning to debate if you wanted to share Cassian's journals with the others to read, or just go through them yourself. It felt like an invasion of privacy despite all he was trying to do. Maybe it was just salt in the wound.

Perhaps you shouldn't read anymore, just let the others do it. Save yourself the heartbreak.

The door opened with a creak and you glanced back to see Technoblade duck through the doorframe. You giggled at the sight as he adjusted his crown awkwardly when it clunk on the top of the frame.

"Foiled again," he muttered comically and your giggle turned into laughter. A smirk tugged at his mouth as he stepped up beside you, arms crossed.

"Everything okay?"

"You know how it is," you deflected, having no desire to speak about it any more than you already have. You'd never imagined having your past come back to bite you, let alone dragged over coals as it was.

"Ah, I see."

A beat, then you're laughing again, sinking into Technoblade's side with a hint of hysteria. He wrapped you up in his arms, tucking your head beneath his chin, "I don't know what to do, Techno."

Your voice was shaky, unsure and he tightened his grip, pressing a kiss between your horns.

"Y/N," he sighed, "I don't know what to tell you."

"Classic Technoblade," you babbled, trying to wipe your eyes of tears, "Social outcast."

He sighed again, his chest rumbling with just barely suppressed laughter, "Never change."

A wet giggle and you're wiggling your arms free, reaching up to wrap them around his neck to press a kiss to his cheek in return for his before burying your face into his shoulder.

Swaying back and forth, neither of you said anything more—and that was more than okay. Not everything needed to be said, somethings could easily be conveyed via actions and you liked to think you were a fairly emotive woman when it came to expression.

The door cracked open once again, followed by a: "Don't mind me!"

Tommy's voice was strangely strangled as he darted past, a nervous smile on his face.

"What was that about?" Technoblade deadpanned as the young blond ran down the path to who knows where.

You scoffed, "It's Tommy."

He snickered.

...

Walking outside to see your brother and sister-figure hugging hadn't been Tommy's intention—the more they were alone, the better chance one might confess after all—but unfortunately, Phil didn't have a second door. Well, he did, but it was upstairs and lead to a balcony. Tommy would much rather not injure himself jumping from the first floor and it was right above the duo anyway so it would be a moot point.

He completely forgot to bring back his disc last time he's visited and didn't want to leave it at his hobbit hole because then he would forget it again and—

Perhaps the strange quietness that followed him should have pinged at his senses, but Tommy was admitted a bit absence minded when focused. Which meant—well, when he's whacked around the head, sending him sprawling across the floor, just before his front door, it's unexpected.

He wheezed, vision dancing as his ears rang—holy shit, that hurt.

Groaning, Tommy clawed at his neck, fingers catching the familiar cord and clamping down on the amethyst just as he's yanked upwards.

He let out a strange yell, the hand pulling violently at his hair and scalp. Tears weld up as he flailed.

"Ah, ah, ah!" a distinctly male voice tut, throwing him back to the ground.

A breathless fuck escaped.

"How vulgar," the man laughed, kicking Tommy onto his back.

His heart stutters as he sees white hair and wolf shaped ears.

"Y/n used to always scold Sonny and me for our use of colourful language. Guess she finally grew out of it," a mockery of laughter escaped. Cassian grinned ominously, revealing sharp teeth, "Sleep tight, kid."

He stomped down and Tommy knew no more.

...

Can you tell I don't know how to write suspense? >.>