Tommyinnit One Shots

Always Come Back Home to You 💕

Characters: Bedrock Bros

TW: None, just pure fluff

A glistening, bright blue sword struck through a
snow-covered ground, the stark colour in obvious
contrast to the unpigmented paleness of a
powdery layer.

The weapon was shimmering with hidden
enchantments promising a never-ending
sharpness and the burning of a thousand suns. It
was a weapon known by many, feared by many,
loved by one.

Technoblade let out a heavy sigh as the blood-
soaked weapon finally slipped from his calloused
fingers, the coruscating sword hitting down,
down, down with a whoosh and then a heavy
groan as it sunk deep into the field of frozen rain.

In some ways, it sort of signified the end of
things. The supposed end of 'The Blade's' savage
reign of ceaseless terror. He could finally lay
everything to rest, take a moment to breathe with
his family, and brush away all of the vicious,
murderous memories and flashbacks that had
tried to follow him home from his wars.

Hopefully, they would rapidly freeze up and turn
into glacial frost structures that would just be
mere ornaments left around.

Hopefully, Technoblade would be allowed his
peace.

Though, of course, that didn't mean he'd stay
dormant forever. How could he, when there was
so much that he still needed to accomplish.

Sure, Technoblade was always going to put his
family first before anyone or anything else - he
wasn't completely heartless, after all - but that
didn't mean he'd stop his iniquitous and wicked
ways.

The Blade was a man of legends; he was the killer
of thousands and the one person who could bring
darkness over all of the lands.

Nobody could escape him, not even if they tried
their damn hardest to get away from his
grasping, deadly clutch.

He was more than just a soldier with a sword,
more than just a weapon with a dangerous
hand.

Everyone would come to fear his name. They'd
watch as their towns and cities burnt down to a
crisp, buildings and homes melting, melting,
melting until the only thing left were solemn
memories of happier times.

One day, everyone would feel the pain that
Technoblade had felt when his village had met a
similar fate.

Technoblade would reign victorious. He would-

"T'chnob'wade!''

The pink-haired man gave a small 'oof as a
racing bundle of blonde hair and mismatched
socks barreled into his diamond plated chest, tiny
hands gripping onto his somewhat torn and
bloodened cloak with an unrelenting hold.

For just a moment, confusion and anger filled
Techno's mind, plaguing it with the most
merciless emotions known to man.

Who dare touch him in such a way? Who dare
run into him and almost knock him over? Were
they looking for a damn death wish? Because
that's what they were going to get!-

"M'ished you!"

Oh. Oh... Oh!

"Tommy," Techno breathed out, lowering himself
down to kneel in the scarlet-tinted snow so he
could properly wrap his arms around the tiny
boy. "Tommy." He repeated quietly, his face
pressing into the child's softened hair, and he
breathed deeply.

His little brother. Techno's youngest sibling and
arguably the sweetest of them all.

Sure, Tommy could be an absolute little shit
when he wanted to be. He would pick up on all of
the little swears that Techno and Wilbur liked to
frequently use (much to Phil's chagrin), and he
was very, very addicted to playing silly little
pranks on the whole family, but he was still an
angel.

Sometimes, Tommy would wake Techno up in
the middle of the night after having a night
terror, staring up to the pig-hybrid with the
widest of innocent blue eyes and the most
hopeful of expressions on his chubby face, and
Techno just couldn't deny the warmth that
spread through his previously glacial heart.

"I missed you too, little man." Technoblade
hummed lightly, hooking his hands underneath
Tommy's armpits and swinging him up to rest on
his hip.

The tiny blonde squealed in delight, ever so happy to be in his older brother's arms once again.

It'd been months since the two had seen each
other, with Techno having set out on one of his
'overnight' missions a while back - around the
start of June, perhaps.

If his memory was still as good as it had been
before he'd left, it should be about November
now, only four months. (Sure, he'd missed
Wilbur's birthday, but his brother would be fine
with it. Probably.)

"What're you doing all the way out here on your
own, hm?"

Tommy's face scrunched slightly, his tiny hands
morphing into fists as they clutched onto
Techno's heavy clothing. "I sh'aw you from th'
window."

Ah, of course, he had.

"Mm, well I see then," Techno snickered, "But
that doesn't mean you can come running out here
by yourself, okay? Don't think I can't see the fact
that you don't have any shoes on either right
now."

Tommy just stuck his tongue out, a rather
appropriate response from a six-year-old. Maybe.

"C'mon, bud." Techno leaned down to grab at his
sword, sliding it back into its sheath and
straightening up (all while keeping a tight grip on
his youngest brother).

The last thing he wanted to do was to drop the
poor boy into the cold, cold snow, not after he'd
just gotten back.

Perhaps they could have a snow fight together,
later on, all of them together again... That would
be nice. Techno sighed softly.

He'd missed being around his family. Sure, he
loved the anarchy and bloodshed that came with
burning down multiple governments and terrible
people, but his family was everything.

He'd never betray them; he never really wanted
to part from them permanently, honestly.

"How about I tell you some stories about my time
away when we get back inside? I'm sure Phil can
make us some hot chocolate, too."

Tommy gasped at that, bringing his face out from
where he'd had it shoved into Technoblade's
neck. "Sth'ories?" He muttered excitedly, hope
and enthusiasm glittering in his blue eyes.

"Yup. All of the best stories. I pinky promise."

The little blonde was beaming, and Techno's
heart was melting.

Prime, was Technoblade happy to be home.

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