rivalsduo/dreamnoblade oneshots

mpreg, uh oh!

um if you don't like mpreg, then uh,,

idk man I wanted to experiment

it's  not graphic tho it's just basically the words "techno is pregnant" over and over

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Techno overlooked the sleepy kingdom, his hands guiding the bow of his violin over the taut strings, serenading the empty sky. Everything was so peaceful that Techno almost forgot what had happened earlier that day. He was pregnant. His father had been stressed about the idea, and of course, an unplanned heir to an unmarried prince wasn't exactly great news for tradition.

But Techno could forget about tradition for a moment. He closed his eyes as a cold breeze washed over his body, the sound of trees rustling echoing across the valley where the 6kingdom sat.

"Is it not cold out here?" The sound of the balcony doors opening alerted Techno of the arrival of his partner, Dream. Techno turned and smiled, something that he chose to only grace his partner with.

"I've lived in this cold for years. I'm fine." Techno put the violin down, and Dream snorted, walking over. "Well, lucky you, huh? I don't want you getting cold now that you're more fragile." he tossed Techno's cape over the pinkette's shoulders.

"We'll see who's fragile when I beat yer skull in, hm?" Techno got up and popped his back, one of his hands drifting down to rest on his stomach before quickly removing it. Nope. He wasn't becoming one of those people. Yet.

Dream noticed the movement.

"Y'know, no one's gonna judge you, right?" he made his way around the mini-table to techno's side, taking the prince's hands in his own, both of their palms rough from childhoods of warring and commanding.

"I don't care what people think of me, Dre." Techno's eyes drifted up to meet his partner's.

"I just don't want to become a, well, a mother. In the traditional sense." Techno shifted closer to Dream's embrace. He was cold, he realized. Had he always been this cold? Or was it just his 'new developments' weakening his body?

"If you don't want to, then you won't." Dream hummed, fastening the clasp of techno's cape so the thing didn't fall off. Techno simply just nodded, pressing their bodies together in the crisp chill and closing his eyes.

"Come on. Let's get inside." The blonde pulled on his partner's arm, and techno turned to gather his violin.

It was warmer inside the palace, with hundreds of crackling fires making sure no royal blood would ever utter the idea of being cold inside the decorated halls.

For a moment, techno thought about the rest of the kingdom. Did any of the peasants experience this kind of comfort? Techno shook his head. It wasn't his job to think about that. His job was thinking about war and how many people he could kill.

It would be his job soon, though, the voices in his head whispered. He'd have to rule the kingdom and take over his father's place. But that's a long time away, Techno replied. Phil wouldn't be dying for a long time.

Dream's hand on his arm brought him back to the world, and the blonde pulled him to bed. Dream gently pulled his messy clothes off and replaced them with a gown, Techno smiling as he remembered their early days, just two stupid teenagers playing around in the army barracks.

He lay down, pink hair cascading onto the sheets. Dream snuggled up behind him, pressing a delicate kiss to Techno's cheek, and Techno sighed, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

"Your majesty, the king requests your and your prince's attendance." Maid Nikki shook Techno awake, and the prince squinted through the bright sunlight streaming through the windows.