King of Chaos || Technoblade x Reader AU

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"Who truly has the right to tell you how far you can go in life? The government? Your elders? None of them have the right, only you do."

"So... you're telling me I was stabbed by Technoblade, yet I'm still alive?" I confirmed for the umptinth time as I cradled the piglin hybrid in my arms.

"Yes that is correct." Confirmed Skeppy, "Since you're human you get damaged more easily than hybrids and demons, but you're easier to heal because of that."

Narrowing my eyes at the block masked man I slowly slid away, "You say that as if you're not human my good sir."

Skeppy let out a hardy laugh, practically doubling over from the amount of laughter, "That's the thing, never said I was."

Eyes widening at his response, I let out a nervous laugh as he waved me off, "You and the kiddo should be fine, you'll just be feelin a little bit of pain, kiddo has a cut slashing across her eye though."
My breath hitched at the news, as I pulled the baby away from my form and gazed at her small face, and sure enough, a long thin scratch stretched across her left eye, "Will she be blind?" I asked softly as I cradled the baby once more.

"Bad doesn't really know," Skeppy shrugged, "Just a word of advice though, don't make Techno angry."

Rolling my eyes at the already known information, I hopped off of the makeshift bed and waved Bad and Skeppy goodbye, before leaving the room and heading to a certain blonde brit's room. Soft snoring emitted from the bundle of blankets as I raised a shaky hand to the large mahogany door and gave it three hesitant knocks.

Almost immediately, the door swung open and there stood Wilbur, his long trench coat slightly shifting as he moved, "Y/n." He greeted me with a bored expression.

"Wilbur," I greeted back, "Can I talk to Tommy?"

He narrowed his eyes at me with undenying suspicion before a small kitsune poked his head out from behind the door frame and greeted me with a large smile, "Hi hi!" He greeted as he quite literally began to climb up me before wrapping his arms around my neck and gazing at the sleeping baby in my arms.

"Is baby!" He happily exclaimed as he looked between me and Wilbur, "Tallman and Mommy had a baby?"

I choked on air at the question as Wilbur almost immediately began to sputter, a blush creeping over his cheeks, it also looked like he was about to cry. We stood in the hallway in an awkward silence as Fundy let out an impatient noise.

"U-Uhm, Fundy sweetie, who's Mommy?" I asked softly as I positioned it so that the baby was in one arm and the kitsune in the other.

Fundy let out a laugh, his small fangs showing from behind his lips as his ears twitched and his eyes turned into little crescent moons, "You is silly! You is Mommy!"

I let out an audible squeak of sorts as tears filled my eyes, causing Wilbur to scoop the fox up into his arms, "Fundy why don't we leave Miss Y/n to talk with Uncle Tommy, yeah? Say bye bye."
Fundy looked at me with curious eyes before giving a bright smile, "Bye bye Mommy!"

Wilbur quickly rushed down the hall with Fundy in my arms, tears filling my eyes at the small interaction. Taking in shaky breaths, I tried my best to calm myself. He didn't know. He is only a toddler for fucks sake, he doesn't know. It's in the past.

Yeah, but it still hurts....

That doesn't mean I can dwell on it.

Shaking myself out of my trance like state, I gingerly pushed open the door, to find a teary eyed Tommy sitting upon the foot of his bed. Not saying a word, I quietly walked over and sat down next to him, the bed dipping at my weight.

His head snapped up to face me, it was clear he was holding back tears right now as he stared at me, almost looking for an answer.

Lifting my left arm up in a hug like motion, I gave him a soft smile, "Everything's okay."

Almost immediately the teen curled beneath my arm and held onto me, soft muffled sobs ringing out in the room as I put a gentle hand upon his back. "I'm here, I'm here," I whispered softly, "I got you."

And that's when it seemed like he began to cry harder.