Sugar Plum (Technoblade x Reader)

What's to Come

(Y/n) sat silently with Techno, both sitting between guards, but still next to each other. (Y/n) messes with the hem of her dress, picking at the loose threads of the thin fabric. She can't help but shiver with the icy air of the night against her skin. She unintentionally scoots closer to her friend and he reacts by putting his arm around her shoulder, letting the cape drape down, covering her. (Y/n) wraps her arm around his torso, laying her head on his chest. 

The boy finds himself with a blush across his face. He wants to protect her, but he has no idea what this military is capable of. He doesn't know what they will try to do to her, and that scared him. The carriage came to a quick stop, yanking the young soldiers, as well as (Y/n) out of their slumbers. Techno keeps her held upright with his arm so she doesn't fall and looks around. They entered a fully fenced off camp, soldiers in gear walking in formations and anyone out of uniform looking pretty busy as well, like they all have places to be. 

"Alright fresh meat, get down here and line up," ordered an older man, fully decked out in metals and a clean crisp uniform. All of the new recruits got up, there was only one other woman there. The old man watched as everyone scurried into position. (Y/n) could tell that Techno was nervous, his posture was straight as a line and his face was grim and serious. The girl herself was pretty worried. She imitated him, standing up straight just like him. 

A few men came over and grabbed at the other woman. She seemed older, middle aged, maybe in her early 40's at the most. She fought back, pulling away and panicking. The pair noticed the older woman's resistance and frowned as she was roughly pulled away to a tent. (Y/n)'s heart was pounding in her ears, her skin was slick with sweat and her mind was racing. Another singular man stood in front of (Y/n), inspecting her. He got uncomfortably close, so much so that Techno stepped in. He grabs the man's face and shoves him away with a startled yelp. The older man took notice and walked to them as the other soldier gained his balance, visibly wishing to punch him in the face. 

"You, young man, what is your name?" he demands. Techno firmly replies. "Technoblade." "Do you know this young woman? Are you perhaps her fiance? You don't look old enough to be married." He says, catching Techno's attention. "I do know her, she is very important to me, I don't want anyone touching her." He says, still standing straight. (Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat as he stood up for her. The old man laughed, a loud, raspy cackle. "Wow, you really have some balls there kid, haha! You don't get to order anyone around until you are spilling enemy blood on the battlefield! But I respect your bravery, you'll make a fine soldier," comments the old man, twirling the tip of his grey beard, smiling. 

He signals for someone to come and take her and they do, two men. They each grab one of her arms and walk her away from the line. She quickly and worriedly looks back at her seemingly only friend in fear, even trying to get back to him by stomping on one man's shoe and stepping back. She doesn't get very far before she is yanked back and slapped across the face, as well as yelled at, making her want to cry as the stinging pain begins. She then understands not to be difficult. She didn't want to end up like that earlier woman who was roughly pulled away. 

The old man seemed amused watching Techno scowl and glare at the man who hit her, his eyes burned with rage. Techno sorrowfully looked back at her though as the old man began to speak again, loudly instructing them and informing them about what they would be doing and what was happening. After being escorted to a tent, (Y/n) looks around frantically. 

She sees three other women in the tent, as well as a guard. "Perfect, you are just on time." Says the first woman. "I am just about to demonstrate how to insert an IV. Sit down, grab an IV and a potato," she instructed, hustling to get (Y/n) up to speed with the other two. Once ready, she proceeds. "Now, at an angle, insert the needle, make sure the needle is pointing down to their fingers so it goes in smoother." (Y/n) did as she was instructed and watched as the other girls did the same with their potatoes. 

After going through a few more lessons about how to safely insert potions, stitch up wounds, and tell if someone is alive or not, she and the other two ladies she was practicing with, walked out in a group. "Where are we going now?" asked (Y/n), almost in a whisper voice. "It's shower night, we only get one every few days, so enjoy it. My name is Ann, by the way. I take it that you are new here since I haven't seen you here before," said the taller black-haired woman. "I am new, got here today, can you maybe tell me what is going on?" asks (Y/n) as they all three stand in line for a building. 

"Well, it's simple really. The enemy kingdom, Seaglary, has recently allied with the badlands people, and their military is far more powerful than ours. I'm guessing you also got here, forcefully taken from your home, that's because our military is small and with the little population in the kingdom, not a lot of soldiers joined. You, me, and Evalyn here will be working as field nurses, our job is to numb up the soldiers wounded on the grounds to bring them back and give them another fighting chance." she said. "Ah, I see. Who's side are we on? What kingdom is it?" inquired (Y/n). 

"It's the kingdom of Sempton. It's not a well heard of name in the South but they are making quite a few big steps to get noticed." She said. After that, an officer instructed them. "Attention ladies! Put your clothes in the bins on the floor. Once you rinse off, wrap up in a towel, and meet back in the bunk tents. You will have new clean clothes there." he says. "You may proceed." 

(Y/n) follows Evalyn and Ann into the buildings where they strip, discard their personal clothes, and shower. After the few minutes of lukewarm water is turned off, they grab towels, drying off as best they can, and wrapping themselves up in them. They walk to another tent. (Y/n)'s wet hair makes her shiver in the towel as she walks in a line behind the other girls. She looks up and blushes, seeing everyone looking at them as if they were a circus act, staring at them for an uncomfortably long time until they are shielded by the tent. 

They pile in, on every bed is a nightgown and a uniform to wear during the days, which is just a long sleeved cream colored shirt and baggy shorts that reach mid-thigh. (Y/n) put on the uniform along with the other girls, remembering that it was nearly morning. They all get ready and a few minutes later, they are led into separate tents in groups of three to six. Ann was sure to stick with (Y/n). They both knew that they had a long day ahead of them of learning protocols and health lessons, but they would get through it together. 

On the other hand, Techno was in a big group of other men. They had been taken to a field to spar, train, and be disciplined if they were to step out of line. Techno's sparring partner was a man who was slightly older than him by three years, making him 20 years old. He was a nice fellow, introduced himself as Sam. 

He told Techno about the camp and how it's not that bad as long as you do as you are told. The conditions were so harsh though because of Sempton's poverty and increasing economic disadvantages. The two men sparred frequently and exchanged tips, Techno's background being hunting and tracking and Sam's background being wrestling as a hobby. The night washed over and a day of intense training and conditioning began for the soldiers-to-be. 

A/n:

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