Welcome to Godhood || Technoblade + Child!Reader

TW: references to trauma, such as sexual abuse and physical abuse.

You looked into the distance as you lowered your wooden sword your godfather had given you. For some reason, you could tell something was wrong with the situation your father was in. Did something happen at the store? Knowing Tommy, he would draw in big crowds, and since no one really knew what Techno looked like, the crowd would be wondering who the man was that was traveling with Tommy. They'd start asking questions.

That was the worse-case scenario. You knew how uncomfortable Techno was at showing his face to his fans. It would be worse if he spoke, and someone recognized him because of his voice.

The second worse-case scenario is if Tommy got lost in the store. That would be much more reasonable, the American store has the same product, just called different. He probably got lost if he didn't realize Techno moved away from him.

A frown appeared on your face. Poor child.

"Y/n." Philza said, snapping your attention back to him. "What did I say?"

You let out a grumble, signing briefly what he said. Never take your eye off the opponent.

"Correct. Now, let's go through the basics one more time."

~

You put your wooden sword up on top of your dresser, carefully, as to not disturb Wilbur practicing in the other room. You were slightly worried; Techno hasn't come back from the store in quite a while. It was even to the point that Philza had debated putting you in the car and going to the store so the both of you could find the both of them.

Philza hasn't made a decision yet, but he was on a phone call currently. You could hear him talking with the person on the other side in the living room. It seemed like he was talking with Techno, judging on how he spoke.

He spoke in a slightly worried manner, but at times he raises his voice in an authoritative tone. Almost like how a father would scold a child before making sure the child was okay.

If only you grew up knowing what that was like.

All you ever knew was the authoritative tone. From your first father, from your uncle, from your mother at times. From your first father, when he would get drunk at yell at you for not being what he wanted. From not being good enough for him. From your uncle, when he would get mad at you for not letting him take over the bed when he stayed over, from not letting him get close to you.

And from your mother, who only spoke to you that way in a hushed voice. Who made sure that no one else could hear the words she was saying. The only time she spoke to you otherwise was when she told you to run away, to run far away from the hell she once called home.

You didn't realize you were hunched over, your hands gripping the sides of your head until Wilbur came up behind you and pulled you close to him.

He didn't bother trying to ask what was wrong. He merely held you close, making sure you were grounded and making sure you could stay grounded. He hummed softly, a tone you didn't recognize. Maybe it was from a new song he was working on, or an old one you haven't heard yet.

"It's okay Y/n, you're alright. Techno just needs to deal with someone stupid before he heads home." He whispered, feeling your body shake with a giggle. His face cracked a smile, glad he changed your mood slightly with a simple phrase.

"He's not gonna leave you, not ever."