Stuffed...|technoblade x reader|

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Three days. Three days in, and (Y/N) still hadn't been able to get Tubbo alone. It was pissing them off. It was mainly because they barely had the chance to even speak, and because of that Tubbo wasn't able to recognize their voice. All (Y/N) wanted was to go up to Tubbo and hug him, like the little brother he was to them.

Tubbo just seemed so distraught all the time and it broke (Y/N)’s heart to no ends, as they watched their loved one get mentaly tortured and sometimes physically with bottles and glass being broken beside his poor head. 

Oh? How does (Y/N) know this was happening? Well, the thing about (Y/N) is that they had this sibling-like feeling in their bones. A feeling of protection every time one of their loved ones got hurt, and this feeling was constantly off the hook. For the past three nights, (Y/N) had not been able to even sleep, the feeling deep in their stomach with pain they knew someone was feeling was so strong. It was almost making them sick, and as they slept in Nikki's spare bedroom they never hated something more than to not sit up and race to Tubbo's side like they could when they were at L’manberg with him. It was almost trying to not be able to. 

So, today, on the fourth day of their mission, it was their utmost priority to get to Tubbo. Not just because it would help the whole spy thing to get an inside source if Tubbo wasn't loyal -and let's be honest he probably wasn't. The little kid never strayed away from Tommy and Wilbur- but also because they just needed to make sure he was okay. For the love of god, (Y/N) couldn't get it out of their system that Tubbo was in danger, and that feeling was only stronger the closer they were to that stupid fucking white house. 

So- that's what leads (Y/N) right in front of it. With a stupid as fuck plan and and a very stupider amount of a alibis. 

The plan was, to waltz in, announce they actually came here to be a guard for the president since it was the second time they've been a guard and then hopefully get to Tubbo like that. 

Stupid, right?

So, (Y/N) slammed their fist on the large white doors three times exactly. It was actually a secret code between Tubbo and (Y/N) praying, hoping, with everything they had that Tubbo would open the door and without someone at his side. 

But, alas the second the door opened, they only saw Tubbo and Schlatt. Schlatt in the background in a dead-cold drunken state, but it soon became more light hearted. Though it raged drunk, and the room smelled of smoke and alcohol. Something that made (Y/N) remember their old town. Memories they'd rather forget to be honest as they early gagged. 

    "Well come on in, Taylor was it?" Schaltt said his feet propped up on the table as he leaned back in his chair a bottle of rum in his hand as jewels and diamonds hung from his ram horns. 

(Y/N) nodded before stepping in. Good, the fake name was working well (if your real name is in fact taylor sorry, come up with a different name. sorry I was trying to be non gender specific). "Indeed it is. I have an offer. You see, I worked as a knight for a long time and I came to Manburg in hopes to be a knight for the coming up president, since I heard such good things about it. So I come with an offer to be your knight." (Y/N) bowed a bit, their hands folded behind their back. They fell forward just enough so Schlatt could see their long and skinny netherite sword on their hip, as well as their bow and crossbow that decorated their back with arrows and intricate enchanting glows. This seemed to do a good job because they heard Schlatt skirt up and lean forward. His old drunkenness was apparently forgotten. 

     "I see.... I see.... well. how about you fight my current guard, and of course I'll have to speak to your old king. Maybe you can invite him? It would be a wonder." Schlatt said, his scraped, rough-edged voice echoing in (Y/N)’s ears. It gave (Y/N) an unjust amount of anger in their bones, but they simply stood back up and nodded.
"I will send a letter to my past king now. Meanwhile you can prepare your guard for a spar, if you'd like, president Schlatt '' (Y/N) spoke, their eyes full of gleam. Which would easily come off as excitement as the chance at being the new knight and or guard of Manburg loomed ahead, but it was really because their plan was working, and Tubbo should easily recognize their armour as well as their voice... please... for the love of Notch.