barbarism (dreamnoblade)

chapter twelve

🚨Warning🚨

This chapter has implications and events leading up to rape. The rape itself is not described, only implied.
If it triggers you, skip the section marked with the 🚨.
Stay safe and positive folks!

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|||Technoblade POV|||

"Why are you asking me, Wilbur?" Technoblade raises an eyebrow in surprise, elbows resting on the table in front of him. A book and glass dangle from his hands as he twists his body to face his brother.

"Because Tommy is busy hunting and I need to do... something soon." Wilbur doesn't go into detail, instead opting to glance away from him.

Technoblade shrugs off the lack of a proper response. "I don't think it's safe for me to go into town-"

"C'mon you're the strongest guy I know!" He spins back to face Technoblade with a wide smile as he pats him on the head, his ear flicks in response, "you should have more faith in yourself!"

Technoblade sighs and struggles to come up with an argument. He should just go, to be helpful. As long as he was quick and efficient there shouldn't be any problems, plus as far as he knows people don't actually care about hybrids. He might get a few stares but he could manage with that.

He depressingly bookmarks his book and makes a show of putting it down. Today was supposed to be a relaxing day, Technoblade wasn't one for breaks but recently he has been feeling a bit unhinged. As uncomfortable as doing nothing is, if it helps him, it helps his family.

"Thank you Technoblade, I don't know what I'd do without you." At least Wilbur's comforting words help him stay positive. After that one night Wilbur had been switching from happy to mad quite often, his eye bags had grown and darkened, and his words harsher.

But Technoblade wouldn't blame him, Wilbur was under a lot of stress. He was exiled and has to take care of Tommy now.

"I'll be back before dark." Technoblade shuffles to the door and tugs on his cloak, feeling the fur snuggly settle down against his neck.

"Hey Technoblade... do you know what karma is?" The question catches him off guard, he turns back to face Wilbur, who smiles gleefully.

"Yes? What about it?"

"Nothing, I just think you should try to be nice today, and collect that good karma, ya'know?"

"Sure," it was a simple sentence, but Technoblade feels like there is a double meaning behind it, has he been acting any ruder recently? Maybe Wilbur was trying to politely tell him to be kinder.

"Be safe, Techie."

He doesn't know how to respond to the nickname being used by Wilbur, so he brushes it off as if it was never uttered and steps outside of the base.

A soft and warm breeze brushes his face as he waves and closes the door, Wilbur's face echoing an expression of pride. Was Wilbur proud of him? Technoblade hopes he is.

Technoblade spends the next few minutes alone with his own thoughts, looking down and watching as his hooves sink into the soft soil below with each step. The sun glares down the sliver of exposed neck poking out from under the fur, as well as the tips of his ears. He probably should've brought a hood to hide them.

'Don't hide your ears, your hybrid traits are a symbol of power.'

"Yeah well they also make me the focus of attention, which could in turn make me a target." Technoblade hunches his shoulders and pulls the fur further up his neck, loosening some strands of hair from his ponytail to tuck in front of his ears. Hopefully that would be enough to keep some eyes off him.