él - Technoblade.

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 65 - 𝔄 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨

TW – LIGHT SMUT AND SCAR MENTION

ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ.

I had woken up pretty early, the sun just rising past the trees outside. I remember walking Zyon and Kingsley to stretch their legs and get their daily exercise and then I remember eating breakfast. My mind was pretty blank- the few thoughts of Wilbur popping up. I also thought of Tommy's letter which I had got sent yesterday.

I thought about how Tommy said he had fought Wilbur and won, how I blacked out through all of that I will never know. I thought back to L'Manburg's good old days and even Pogtopia, and I had never been around Wilbur enough to see him write letters to Phil. What the letters consisted of, I also don't know, but I assume they were just to fill Phil in on what was happening. Apparently Tommy said that Wilbur had lied in the letters.

I then thought about how Wilbur was living near Techno and how he already has Tommy doing stuff for him. I sighed and made my way upstairs into my bed room. I opened my wardrobe and picked out one of the many white dresses I now owned- thanks to Niki and Puffy.

I stripped off my tight shirt, the sweat stains making me cringe slightly. I put the shirt to one side and started taking off my joggers, I also put them to one side.

"I wasn't expecting you to get naked so soon..."

I jumped at the monotone voice, and turned to see Technoblade with a smirk sitting on his face. He was wearing no armour surprisingly, and only had his axe on his waist. His hair was tied back nicely and I wondered who had done that for him. I hadn't moved from my spot, the goosebumps making my arm hair stand up. I turned to try and fish out one of the white dresses.

I felt rough hands on my bare shoulders and leaned into the touch as he began messaging my shoulders. His fingers travelled to my back and I felt his fingers trace the massive scar down my shoulder to the opposite hip. It was from the first war ages ago. He kissed my shoulder gently and I turned to face him.

I missed him. I missed the scar that ran through his lips. His small tusks that made his lip jut out. I missed his pink eyes which always in some way showed mischief, and his forehead wrinkles when he lifted up his perfectly neat eyebrows.

"I hate what I did to you." He said softly and I followed his eyes to look at my shoulder. It was scarred from the firework that hit me after Techno executed Tubbo. The scar was red and was a clear mark from the excruicating burning, it was like the side of Tubbo's face. His fingers ran over the scar; the scar was so deep into my shoulder, I barely felt his light trace.

"It's just a scar. Do you know what scar's mean Mr. Blade?"

"And what do they mean Ma'am?" He said with a smile as his fingers travelled down my arms.

"They mean I survived. They mean that the hurt is over and the wound is closed and done with. You shouldn't be ashamed of scars because you were stronger than whatever hurt you. That's what scars mean." I said with a smile. I had dealt with scars for a while; my parents were warriors and I had been fighting since I was young.

"I like how you interpret that."

"Yeah, now shut up and take your clothes off or something. I'm just standing here half naked."

He laughed and slowly turned and gestured to me to loosen his corset. I grabbed the nicely tied bow and unloosened it and then pulled the strings more to see the corset fall gently into his hands from his waist. He stepped out of it and placed it gently on the end of the bed. He turned back around and started unbuttoning his white shirt.

I pushed his hair away from his shoulders so it fell down his back and I smiled as he kissed my cheek. I looked at his bare chest, it seems to glisten in the sun. I gently placed my hand on his chest and ran my finger down one of his faded scars.