DSMP AU Oneshots (angst and comfort)

Babysitting: Techno and Michael AU (comfort)

//TW: a touch of anxiety

WORD COUNT: 1862

Third Person POV: Technoblade orientated 

**PS: prompt photo included :) also any misspelling in "comms" is intentional**

Technoblade was outside feeding his dogs, when he heard footsteps; cut up by a few poofs of teleportation and 'ouch's' from the wet snow, coming closer to him. Without turning around, he called out, "Ranboo! What's up, bud?"

"Aha, hi- Hi, Techno!" Ranboo was now suddenly inside the pen beside him, being sniffed at by a cluster of curious dogs. He reached and began petting as many as possible: becoming heavily distracted whilst making happy Enderman noises.

Smiling fondly, Technoblade gave him a moment. It was nice seeing him so carefree like this.

"Alright, Ranboo, I already know the dogs love you more than me, but what's this all about?"

"Ah, yes, sorry- sorry about that."

"No problem at all."

"Just wanted- Just wanted to, um, check. With you. Could you mind Michael for me? Tubbo's got this military thing with Jack most of the day, but that's all he'll tell me. And I'm- Well, no. Actually, no offense, but what I have planned for today is- It's secret. I can't- I can't say."

"That's alright, no need to disclose anything," Techno said calmly, not wanting to provoke any further anxiety.

"Phew. Ok. Thanks. So- That's all ok? You can mind Michael?"

"What time?" Techno ruffled the fur of the closest dog.

"Uh- Now? I'm about to head off and I brought Michael to my house just behind yours. You know the one."

"Mhm. That's fine."

"You didn't... Have plan's today, did you? I'd ask Tommy, but I can't find him, and then with Phil I'm scared I'll put him out or that- that he'll take him flying and drop him. Or- or Puffy, even, but Puffy's got work, and that's not fair, or Niki but-"

"Ranboo." Techno placed two large hands firmly on the boy's trembling shoulders and, without looking him in the eyes, said, "You don't need to worry. You picked me, and I'm flattered. People see me as this fighting machine, but I'm more than that, and you can see that in me enough to trust your son into my care. It would be an honour to spend time with Michael, and I won't let you down. You can trust me on that. And no: I'm not busy. I was probably going to train or something to pass the time. This will be good for you and me, both."

Ranboo hissed as a tear escaped his eyes. "Th-Thank you. So much, Techno. Ok, he's napping now, but just sit on a chair in the room with him, and when he wakes up, he'll probably be hungry. He's very much into chicken nuggets at the moment. Also, he mostly speaks Piglin, but some English, so I'm sure that will be fine for you either way. He- He has to carry his toy chicken around at all times. He has two: 'Benson' and just 'Chicken'. And, um, well, I guess you've met him enough times to know anything else. Tell him Tubbo and I will be back for him soon. Tubbo will send you a message when he's done with Jack, and if it's ok, could you bring Michael home yourself? I won't be there, though. I don't want to put you out or anything."

"No, no, all fine. Got all that noted in my head, and yes, I'm ok to bring him back whenever."

"Phew, alright, awesome. I'll- I'll see you around, then. Thank you Techno!"

"Mm'Byeee."

With that Ranboo began his teleportation spree to wherever he needed to be.

"Alright: babysitting, huh?" he pondered out loud to his hoard of dogs. "Let's see how this goes. Wish me luck."