Pirates crew |dreamnoblade|

Chapter 6

Techno heard footsteps behind him before an arm was draped over his shoulders. He turned to be met with Phil's eyes, a smile full of sympathy on his face. He choked on a sob, tucking his face into the older man's neck, wrapping his arms around his back. Techno spent minutes in the blond's embrace, desperately trying to seek comfort in the man.

He could feel his own injuries start to make an appearance, his body beginning to feel heavier with exhaustion. Phil guided him to his quarters, making sure he got into bed okay. Techno heard a shout of "he's alive!" before blacking out, his sore body aching for sleep.

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Dinner later that night was tense, the entire crew seemingly not knowing what to say. Techno was stuck in his own mind, uncertainties rushing throughout it. Had he really told Dream, who he thought was dying but is actually alive, that he loves him? Fuck. He wasn't sure if he wanted the blond to wake up anytime soon, too scared of the consequences of his words, yet his brain screamed at him that the blond waking up quickly would be the best case scenario.

The crew had went to their beds shortly after eating, claiming exhaustion as their excuse. Techno stood on the main deck for a while, watching the stars above. He had been just about to go to his own quarters when he heard footsteps approaching behind him. Techno assumed it was Phil, who had been hovering slightly around him ever since he woke up from his nap.

What he was not expecting was for the voice that plagued his thoughts to sound behind him. "Techno, hi!" The pink haired man whipped around, coming face to face with emerald eyes and freckled cheeks. He glanced down at the man's side, noticing the bandages peeking out from under the hem of his shirt.

"Should you be out of bed right now?"

The blond shrugged, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Probably not, but I wanted to talk to you."

"Is it about the..."

"Yeah."

"Oh." Techno didn't want to keep looking at the man in front of him in fear of seeing any sign of rejection on his face, yet he physically couldn't turn his body away from the man in front of him. The blond took a deep breath.

"Okay, let me start out by saying that that was possibly the worst time you could've confessed to me. I mean, really? While I'm bleeding out?" The blond laughed a little, exasperation evident in his eyes. "No, but uh, I did some thinking after your words, I guess while I was unconscious, I don't know. All I know is I woke up feeling different about you."

"Well that doesn't sound good at all."

"No, no, it's a good thing I swear. I thought I hated you for a long time, but after every meeting that hatred lessened more. For the last few weeks before this all happened, I looked forward to seeing your ship on the horizon. I found fighting with you fun, even though our crews hated each other." They both laughed slightly at that, Techno still tense about where this is going.

"Anyway, after you saved me from the prison, and I actually got to spend time with you outside of us fighting, I realized I actually liked you. When you stopped sleeping in your bed, I felt terrible. I thought you had somehow figured out my feelings and it made you uncomfortable or something." Techno could feel the confusion painted on his face, the blond's words not making sense to the pink haired man. "Then, when I saw that man about to kill you, I didn't even think before jumping in front; my first instinct was to protect you."

The pink haired man desperately tried to stifle the hope blaring in his chest, refusing to draw conclusions based on the blond's words.

"To cut it short, Technoblade, I love you too." Techno's eyes were going to pop out of his head, he's sure of it. The man in front of him let out wheezing laughter at his expression, raising his hands to hold Techno's cheeks. Techno's mouth hung open, his mind still baffled. Thumbs traced his cheeks, and Techno was sure his face was beet red.

"Can I kiss you?" Techno desperately clamped his mouth shut, not meaning to spit that out. On the plus side, the hands on his cheeks hadn't moved away yet. Laughter filled the air yet again, this time accompanied with Dream's forehead against his own. Instead of answering the pinkette, he leaned forward, their lips captured in a kiss.

Techno was consumed with warmth, the soft lips against his own providing comfort for the captain. His hands moved to hold onto Dream's waist, mindful of the still healing injury, the blond's own arms moving around his neck. Techno doesn't think he's ever felt this happy; not even when he successfully took down a ship for the first time. The kiss was laced in the words they could never say, no words being grand enough for their love. It was comforting and pleasant; it felt like coming home.

They separated after a couple of seconds, resting their foreheads together once again. Their breaths intermingled, hot puffs of air hitting each other's cheeks. Suddenly, Techno picked up the blond, who made a small noise of surprise before wrapping his arms around Techno's neck. He brought the man to the captain's quarters before setting him down on the bed. "You, Dream, still need to heal."

He made a move to leave before a hand caught his wrist. "And you, Captain, need to sleep. Don't think I don't see those bags under your eyes." He rolled his eyes slightly before lying down next to the blond, who immediately curled up under his chin. The pink haired man smiled before his eyes fell shut, feeling the best he's felt in his life.

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