'archer!techno x axeman!reader' drabble !
EVERY day brings surprises for Techno considering his job: Yet the arrival of new people in his territory is one that always catches him off guard.
It's not that he isn't prepared for the ordeal— The male has scripted his response to warn wandering strangers that these woods are used for training, and can be extremely dangerous many of times. Especially considering his crossbow's arrows are piercing the air at any given moment when he finally finds his targets.
Yet almost on purpose it seemed: People chose to overlook those words and simply go about their business with some sort of 'death wish', Techno assumed.
His boots crunch gently against the autumn leaves that cover the forest floor, using his heel to quietly kick a path free for him that won't alert the 'wooden target' he's currently trying to locate from memory.
Techno has always tried to enhance his training experience: Pretending that the inanimate objects he splinters with his arrows resemble an actual human enemy.
The voices have made that easy over the years, brain seemingly on overdrive as they cry for violence every second of the day. It's hard to get used to— But Techno does a good enough job to satisfy them.
A sudden crunch from behind him causes the Piglin to halt, ears twitching to locate the direction of the sound. It goes quiet for a moment, and his throat lets out a grumble as he assumes the worst: Another trespasser has entered his grounds.
Letting his crossbow swing down towards his calves, the weapon bumps against his legs as he weaves between the trees towards the noise he had picked up on. He finds himself annoyed at the interruption of his training session, already thinking over the speech he's going to give to whatever being has ignored the various 'NO TRESPASSERS' signs that are hung up along the barbed wire fences.
He barely makes it towards the edge of the treeline before a flash of light catches his eye, head turning to see the blade of an axe that disappears behind the thick trunks of bark that block his vision.
Techno smirks to himself knowingly, crouching slightly as he treads to try to blend better with his surroundings.
It's a little hard to do with blush pink hair, so he moves quickly in order to catch up with his newest target.
He stays focused on searching for another indication of your whereabouts, identifying the axe he had seen as your own: Confirmed fully once he sees a tuft of your own hair peak through a gap in the low swinging vines that wrap around portions of the splintering bark.
Techno buries his feet into the soil to solidify his position, stabilising his legs as he brings his crossbow back up. His hands work effortlessly to load his weapon once more, finger dancing along the trigger as he watches your frame step out into the open for a brief moment.
The male wastes no time before retracting his finger to press down on the release, the whirling sound of his arrow piercing the air causing the slightest of shrieks to fall from your lips.
You tumble back as the arrow cuts through the collar of your shirt, pinning your body effortlessly to the tree you had stepped out in front of.
A scowl decorates your face as your boyfriend emerges from the treeline before you, a smug and annoyingly proud smirk adorning his features.
"You could have killed me." You warn sternly, crossing your arms over your chest in feigned anger— You know his skills are far too advanced to accidentally murder someone.
When he wants to kill, he never misses.
Techno lets out a soft scoff, lugging his crossbow up to his shoulder with a slight swing of his arm, letting the weapon rest gently against his blades. "S'not my fault you're terrible at sneaking up on me."
