The tissue of our dreams

1. Puffy Who said you have to have a lot to be happy? Power? Respect from others? Money and other goods? Social connections? Techno could now say with certainty that he did not understand such people. It was so silly to think that you could find your place in the world with enough things. No, he did not argue, there were things that over time became dear to their owner, but if he had to choose between them and the things that gave him true happiness, the piglin would have thrown away his cloak and crown without a second thought and would have never thought of them again, choosing his family instead. And this despite how much his species hated losing the gold and the fact that these things reminded him of his freedom. Because despite all these things, he had much more valuable gold, and much more meaningful freedom, that he had gained by binding his life with Dream. And he wouldn't trade that for anything. Techno smiled as he watched Dream humming happily under his breath as he paced around the kitchen cooking a roast chicken. He was already five months pregnant, and they were both looking forward to the addition to their family, both anxious and fondly preparing for the arrival of their little miracle. Their home breathed warmth and love, filled with happy memories and waiting for the arrival of a new family member along with the piglin and the blond. They'd put all their feelings and dreams into it to create a cozy nest for their family, and in Techno's humble opinion, it was perfect. It was calm and just... so good... Sometimes it was even hard to understand how exactly they had managed to find and create such a beautiful and peaceful place for themselves. This house - was the result of their efforts, of their common desires and arguments, of their characters and habits. It was their place in this world, the sweetest, most fitting for a family like them. Piglin was absolutely certain of this. "Do you think I should put coriander in the marinade?" Dream asked, looking thoughtfully at the jar of spices in his hands. Techno didn't know a damn thing about cooking (the only thing he knew how to cook was fried potatoes) so he just shrugged as he watched his husband mutter something and nodded to himself. Probably decided to put it on after all... The blond man continued to hum something as he finished coating the chicken with spices and putting it in the oven. He set the timer and walked over to the piglin, sitting down at the table and looking at the relaxed face of Techno, who never took his eyes off him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Dream bowed his head curiously and put his hands on the table. "I'm just wondering what I did to get such a sweet and wonderful husband..." He made a sudden movement, dragging the blond man into his arms and pulling him into his lap. Dream squeaked, not expecting that, and looked at Techno, pouting. Piglin really wanted to pet him at that moment. He could cuddle forever... The blond suddenly wiggled in his arms, exhaling softly, and cried out excitedly, searching for his husband's hand with his palm. "Techno, oh, my God, Techno, he kicked! He kicked!" Piglin raised his eyebrows in surprise as he watched Dream put his palm to his stomach, waiting for something. And then he felt it. It was as if someone was moving and pushing with little feet inside. Techno was flooded with a wave of tenderness. No, not just a wave. A whole fucking tsunami. "Hello, little one!" He gently cooed, and Dream smiled, his green eyes sparkling happily. The baby pushed again, causing the blond to exhale sharply, and then giggled as he stroked his belly. "It says hello to you, too." Piglin turned his husband on his lap so that he was sitting facing him and leaned in, leaving a warm kiss on his stomach. He felt so happy and grateful to Dream for the little miracle he was giving life to, that he just wanted to take his husband in his arms and shout to the world how much he loved him. Their wolves, tamed by Techno, howled outside, letting him know that a stranger had approached them, and the piglin tensed, sensing the possible threat to his family. "Dream... Go upstairs. And be quiet." The blond man seemed to want to object, but after looking at his stomach he changed his mind, nodded in agreement, and went up to their bedroom. Techno stepped outside, surprised to notice the familiar mop of curly snow-white hair. - Puffy? The woman, for some reason hanging around their wolves, who growled and snarled aggressively in her direction, jumped up and asked just as surprised: "Technoblade? Now I see who had the nerve to tame the wild wolves..." She hummed. "It's good to see you! He nodded, keeping an emotionless expression on his face. Unfortunately, he couldn't return the words to her. Puffy was a former friend of Dream's, close enough, but after they left SMP they both agreed that they wanted to cut ties with everyone and stay out of all this shit. But... guess the shit just decided to come to them itself. "So why don't you invite your old friend inside?" The woman asked as if it was nothing, and Techno, after hesitating for a while, led her inside, into the kitchen, watching as she sat down at the table, clearly enjoying the warmth. It was January outside, no wonder she was cold. "It's nice here!" She said, looking around curiously. "Cozy... I never thought you could have a house like this." She sniffed the air and raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You can cook, too? Wow... You must have a lot of ladies to choose from. Who wouldn't want such a husband?" Techno nearly growled at her words. He had Dream, and he was his greatest treasure, the one he would never exchange. He forced himself to calm down and handed the woman his cup of tea, barely able to keep from spilling boiling water over her. "I wish my son were like you..." The woman stretched out, and the piglin looked at her in surprise. Puffy had a son? Since when? "A son?" He asked monotonously in confusion. "Um, congratulations then..." This time the woman was surprised. "What? Oh, no, I didn't give birth to anyone." She realized after a moment. "I'm talking about Dream." Technoblade almost choked on the tea he carelessly sipped. "He left without saying anything, without even leaving a note! And I was his mother!" At that moment, piglin really thought that the woman had gone mad while they were away in SMP. Yes, she was a friend of Dream's, but as far as he knew from his husband's stories, they had met when the blond was already a self-sufficient individual, not needing any "replacements" for his parents. "Besides, I've done so much for him! And he, ungrateful boy, didn't even think to warn me that he was going somewhere... He could have at least given me his..." "Wait," Techno interrupted her, feeling as if his brains were melting, "I may not understand this, but..." He cut himself off in his haste to give some information about his husband, and asked instead, acting surprised. "Did Dream leave SMP?" The woman nodded her head resentfully. She wanted to complain to him about something else, but at that moment her communicator vibrated, and after looking at it, she jumped up and rushed to the door, hurrying somewhere. Technoblade caught her by the elbow at the door. "Puffy, I don't want to see anyone from SMP in my house." He said, trying to get the point across to the woman. "So, I hope you stay silent about this." She nodded understandingly and started to open the door. "Of course, don't worry! I have to go, Eret's in some kind of trouble, and he wants everyone to come. Nothing serious, I hope... Thanks for the tea!" Puffy ran out the door, and for some reason, the wolves barked at her again. There were quiet footsteps on the stairs and Dream came downstairs with a look of complete shock on his face. "What was that?" He asked, holding his hand over his stomach. "Since when does she think that I..." Techno shook his head, looking at his husband just as confused. "I have no idea." Piglin was once again convinced that his decision to leave SMP was the right one. The madness there seemed to be transmitted there through the air. "Come here." He asked his husband, waiting for him to stand beside him and hugged him, trying to calm his nerves after the strange visit of the woman. It was as if Puffy wanted something from Dream for him to leave her, but what was it? Techno snarled. He would protect his family and not allow any harm to come to her. Placing his palm on his husband's stomach, Techno felt a faint kick again and smiled, feeling the support of their little miracle. They're going to be fine. He'll take care of it. 2. Phil Despite the end of January, the day was surprisingly sunny, so it was decided to spend it in the fresh air, walking in the soft and pleasantly crisp snow. The frosty air pinched their faces and penetrated their lungs, somehow giving them a feeling of lightness and freshness. Techno loved winter for the snow, which he had never seen in the Nether. He remembered being surprised when he first saw snowflakes, and in general, there was still that childlike enthusiasm in his attitude toward winter, admiring the icy beauty of nature. Dream's reason for adoring winter was basically the same. The weather didn't change at all in the End, and the blond adored every season, finding beauty in the way nature itself changed, shedding colors and then reviving them on its branches and earth. It was so quiet... only their footsteps in the snow could be heard, scaring away the rare animals in the forest. Technoblade held Dream's hand, intertwining their fingers, feeling the heat of his palm in his while at the same time warming them from the frost. He had a higher body temperature as a piglin than humans, and the blond knew it, loving to cuddle with him when it was cold. "Hmm, you know, when we get home, I might try making some mulled wine. I think Bad gave me the recipe once..." "Bad?" Techno chuckled "Are we talking about the same demon? The one who's always against cursing and looks like he wouldn't hurt a fly?" Dream laughed and nodded. "I think he's more comfortable when we're all drunk and just sleeping. We make so much noise, don't we?" Skeptically said the blond, remembering the time the demon had made them mulled wine to keep them warm in winter. He hadn't tried to get them drunk, of course, but had that stopped Sapnap? He remembered Sam playing him weak, and the blaze hybrid drank out most of the pot, hiccuping and involuntarily creating fire around himself. "Maybe we could do with some hot chocolate?" Techno asked, and Dream nodded after a few seconds, smiling. "Only if you make it." He cunningly spoke, and the piglin suddenly realized that this had been his plan all along. A crow cawed from above, and Technoblade caught a sense of deja vu. When he was still living in SMP, Phil had searched for him with his crows in exactly the same way. First, they would scatter, then one of them would find him and give Phil the signal. And then he would hear the loud flapping of his wings... Stop. Technoblade listened and lifted his head. Dream heard the flaps, too, and stepped closer to his husband, covering his stomach with his hands. He wasn't wearing his mask anymore, but that still didn't stop him from reaching for his face out of habit when he met someone, to see if it covered everything. Phil landed right in front of them, not taking his eyes off the piglin's face and not even seeming to notice that there was someone else around. He folded his wings behind his back and adjusted his hat. "Technoblade," he said seriously, looking sternly at his friend. "You disappear again without telling me, and I'll ask Kristen to come after you." Then his expression softened, and he walked over to the piglin and hugged him. He hugged him back in relief. "I'm glad you're all right, mate." "It's good to see you too, Phil." Techno smiled, pulling away. Then he remembered something and frowned. "Did Puffy say where to find us?" The winged man shook his head. "Yes and no. Kristen felt your aura prints on her, and then I just asked which side she came from." Phil lowered his head and met Dream's tense gaze, who was standing to the side, almost hidden by Techno's massive figure. "Um, hello?" He said confusedly, clearly not recognizing the SMP admin. His eyes dipped lower to his stomach, which the blond was tensely covering with his hands, and his eyebrows rose up in surprise. Techno pulled Dream closer to him and almost hid him under his cloak, holding him by his side. "Should I... congratulate you?" Phil asked, not quite sure what he saw yet. "Dream, it's all right, Phil's our friend, he won't do any harm." The winged man's eyes opened even wider. "Dream?" He seemed to short-circuit as he tried to get a closer look at the blond man hiding in Techno's cloak, clearly avoiding his gaze. Piglin snorted laughingly. "Phil, I'd like you to meet my husband, Dream. Dream, this is my friend Phil." He jokingly introduced them to each other, but if the parkourist was beginning to relax, Phil's brain seemed to snap even more. "And you didn't tell us?" The winged man almost squeaked - No, I'm definitely going to let Kristen down on you." He took a deep breath and smiled. "Congratulations you two! And I'm still waiting for an apology for not inviting us to the wedding!" Dream chuckled, and Phil froze again for a few seconds, not expecting to see such a display of emotion from the usually hidden face of the admin. "What month?" He asked curiously. "The sixth." Dream replied, smiling, and Techno pressed him gently against his chest, leaving a quick kiss on the top of his head. "I'm so happy for you! I'm sure Kristen will be absolutely delighted with this news!" "Just Kristen, that's all. No one should know about us. We barely got away from SMP, we don't need any extra attention." Phil nodded and squinted thoughtfully. "No problem. But you'll have to explain to my wife why she didn't find out about the baby first. You know how much she adores children..." Dream and Techno just smiled as they continued their walk with the unexpected but dear friend. 3. George That evening they were both sitting by the fireplace, painting the walls for the baby's future crib. Not that they were good painters, but it was nice to do something with their hands for their baby. Dream was better with little birds perched on tree branches, and Technoblade, on the other hand, was better with crisp lines, not as smooth as his husband's, so he was busy drawing miniature houses on the hills. "I've been thinking..." The blond man said thoughtfully and put his hand on his protruding belly, where their baby was growing, their little miracle. "How... How do we name him? Or her..." Technoblade pondered, putting his hand to his chin and looking at his husband. "How about Emily?" He suggested, running a hand through his pink hair. "Or Cora... No, maybe Willow? I like the name Willow." "I was thinking more of Mira... Or Adara..." "Gonna name her after stars?" Smiled Technoblade, knowing full well that his husband knew the starry sky by heart, having studied it while he was growing up in the End. Dream had once confided to him that almost all the books he found in the forts were about astrology. And since there was no such thing as a day in the third World, he had plenty of time to learn the star chart from them. The blond man shrugged, leaning back against the cradle again and drawing something diligently from his side. "What about the boy?" "Navi." Immediately gave out another stellar name Dream. "I'd like to name him after the piglin traditions..." Technoblade said out, pondering. "Raymond... Or... No, Edos. Yep, definitely Edos." The blond man smiled at him and turned his side of the cradle toward him. "By the way, about the piglins... Look." He looked at the various drawings of flowing lines and suddenly saw a small drawn pig with a gold crown and cloak, holding a sword by the hilt in his mouth. Dream laughed softly and ran his lips over his cheek. "It's you." As if that hadn't been clear from the start. Techno frowned, and the smile slid off the blond's face, melting into an expression of uncertainty. He was about to say something, but before his husband could think of anything to say, the piglin moved a little, setting his brush on the wall of the cradle and starting to draw something quickly. "There's something I don't like." He said, trying not to look toward his upset husband and finish what was in his head as quickly as possible. "Now that's better." He turned the cradle toward Dream again, showing him the crooked white blob with its face in the form of his wide grinning mask and the axe lying at the base of his body. The creature was next to the pig, right at its side, creating a sort of "fighting couple" picture. The blond man looked at Techno's addition for a few seconds and laughed as the piglin grabbed him in its arms and began to tickle him, planting him on his crossed legs. "I don't want to be alone. Not even in a drawing." He said, ducking into the golden top of his husband's head and muttering already from there. Dream twisted out of his arms and looked at him with such tenderness that Techno almost melted. "You won't." The blond put his hand on his cheek, stroking it. "I'm always here for you." They sat in silence for a few more minutes, lounging in the embrace, before Techno remembered something. "That's good... But we still haven't decided on names." Dream tapped a finger on his chin, humming thoughtfully. "How about this..." He rubbed his paint-soaked chin and said. "If it's a girl... We'll name her Adara. If it's a boy, then Edos." Techno thought... and nodded in agreement. He didn't plan to stop at one child and planned to convince his husband for one more in the future... or even two... And then if another girl was born, they would definitely name her Willow. Piglin planned to use all his charm to get the blond man to agree. There was a knock on the door and they both jumped up, looking toward the hallway. "Is that Phil?" Dream asked, bowing his head curiously. Technoblade shook his head in the negative. "He would have texted. I linked his communicator to mine." "Puffy?" Techno snarled. He still remembered Dream's confused face when he'd heard the words of Puffy, who had in all seriousness believed that the blond had an obligation to warn her every step of the way, for she had replaced his mother. This despite the fact that she'd never once taken his side when his SMP was torn apart and he was desperately thrashing around trying to make things right. "For her own good, she'd better not show herself here." He growled but softened when he met his husband's pleading gaze. "Okay, okay, if it's her again, I'll let her talk to you." Techno left a light kiss on the top of his head and rose to his feet, walking out into the hallway and closing the door to the living room. For some reason, he had a bad feeling about who had come to their house. God, they'd built their house so far away from SMP and any other inhabited areas! How were they found? That it was another member of the SMP, he had no doubt. His intuition told him. He opened the door and looked down at the trembling George, who squeaked in surprise when he saw the owner of the house. "Technoblade?" He adjusted his glasses as if he couldn't believe he was really seeing this. "What are you doing here?" Hmm, so he found their house by accident. Puffy would have told him exactly who was here. "I live here." He said skeptically, giving George a hard stare. "But what you're doing here is another question." The other hesitated, clearly deciding what to say and whether to open his mouth. "We had a conflict there, and..." Piglin took enormous effort not to roll his eyes in annoyance. Again? "... we're looking for support to win against Egg and..." It sounded like the ramblings of a madman. And George was dragging this nonsense into their house. Technoblade forced himself not to get mad and not accidentally nail this short guy. He was a former friend of Dream's, after all, and the latter, with his mood swings due to pregnancy, might well be upset if the piglin had been intemperate enough to kill him. "... it hypnotizes a lot of people and we need all the support we can get..." Maybe they should have built the house farther away. Somewhere on the mountains so it would be harder to get to? Then they wouldn't have been found? "... Will you join us?" George finally came to the end, with a questioning arch of his eyebrows. "No." He even seemed taken aback by such a curt answer. "But you can't just..." "I can and I will. I left SMP and I am no longer a resident of it." sternly said Techno. "And I, so far, am patiently and politely asking you to leave." George didn't persuade him, giving him an annoyed and disappointed look. He seemed about to leave when he noticed something behind him and froze. "Wait, what is it? Dream? You got him?" Technoblade turned to look at what George was looking at, praying it wasn't his husband, and grew cold as he spotted the blond man's carelessly placed mask on the shelf. "I need to talk to him. It's urgent. Where is he?" His husband's former friend insisted, brazenly trying to get past the piglin into the house. Techno had to use all his acting skills to try to convince George that he was the only one home. He didn't want uninvited guests pestering his husband. "Oh, that's... That's my trophy." Technically, it was almost true. Technoblade achieved Dream's affection and he gave him the gift of seeing his pretty face, almost never covering it now. And in front of whom? Piglin adored his husband's face, and there were hardly any others in their house... Until some time... "Since our last fight." "Dream!" George shouted, trying to peek in through Techno. "Dream, are you here? We need to talk." The voices slowly rumbled in his head, telling him what he could do about the stranger encroaching on their territory. Though most just wanted to see his blood and felt it was their duty to start yelling about it. "Let me through!" George was almost coming off as shouting. "I'll just talk to him, that's all. He should..." "God, what an annoying creature..." Snarled the piglin and grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck and tossed him out the door. "I've given you the answers to your questions, so there's nothing to keep you here anymore." George pursed his lips in displeasure, but walked away anyway, disappearing from his sight after a couple of minutes. It began to snow. Techno closed the door and closed his eyes, hoping George believed him. He was sure he's going to snap if someone else came to see them anytime soon... 4. Sapnap The seventh month passed quietly. Dream may wake up at night asking for apples, of course, but overall everything was very good. Technoblade enjoyed fulfilling his husband's little whims, even when he demanded bananas in the middle of winter. Yeah... there was a night... It was March outside and the snows were slowly melting, giving way to young greenery and the first flowers. And just as the plants reached for the sun, Dream reached for Techno, searching for affection, kissing and hugging him, almost panicking when he didn't see him. The blond man kept trying to seduce him, but the piglin was terribly worried about the baby inside and was unwittingly upsetting his husband with his refusals. "But, Techno... please... We'll be careful..." Dream sat down next to him on the couch, starting this conversation for probably the fourth time that day. Piglin put his palms on his husband's shoulders and looked seriously into his face. "When you say we'll be careful, it usually ends with you asking for more, me snapping and pounding you into the mattress." Dream blushed, but he was still clinging to Techno's body. "What if... I promise not to ask for more?" The blond asked, attacking him with kisses. "Sweetheart, you do this even when you don't talk. You should listen to your moans from the outside..." Dream chuckled and ran a series of kisses down his neck and chin. It seems that he was seriously determined to make the piglin lose all control. No one could have withstood such a situation... Just seeing his bright green eyes, his seductive lips, and such a pretty face made his head go completely blank. "All right, all right... But I want you to tell me everything. Absolutely everything. Anything you feel." His husband made a joyful sound and pounced on his lips, kissing greedily and feeling Techno respond to him just as impatiently. "No, Dream. We're not having sex on the couch. Not while you're pregnant." Even though they had to move upstairs, it didn't dampen the blond's ardor at all, and once they were in their bedroom, he immediately pulled him onto the sheets, kissing him so insistently that Technoblade barely had time to catch his breath. "God..." Dream whimpered against his lips, trying to undress him. "I want you so bad..." He pulled his shirt off impatiently, tossing it irritably somewhere behind his back, and at that moment the piglin decided it was time for him to take control. He gently caught the blond's palms and rolled him over onto his back, making sure that he was comfortable, and under the begging and very hazy gaze of his husband, he began to pull the rest of the clothes off of them. "Please, Techno..." Another whimper escaped his husband's lips as he reached for another kiss. "Please..." Without keeping him waiting, the piglin immediately began stretching him, gently pushing his fingers into the tight hole and listening to his husband moan, spreading his legs and trying to pull him closer. "«We'll be careful...»" Softly mocked him Technoblade. "«I promise I won't ask for more...» You're driving me crazy..." Moaned piglin, feeling his husband's warm slick flowing down his fingers. "I could listen to your moans for eternity..." "Go in... Go in, I'm ready, God, come on, please..." Mumbled Dream in between moans, almost crying from arousal and desire to feel his husband inside him. But as soon as Techno put the head of his cock against the blond's cunt, there was a banging on the door below. Techno froze and growled. Dream, apparently not hearing this, continued to whimper and reach for his husband's lips. The knocking was repeated, as insistent as if someone was trying to break their door down. The blond man froze this time, too, frowning in confusion. "Technoblade, damn you! Open up! I know you're home!" It seems it's time to rip someone's head off. The voices that sensed his negativity and anger immediately rumbled in his head, waking up. "Is that... Sapnap?" Dream asked, lifting up on the bed. Piglin kissed him soothingly, stroking his cheek. "It's okay, I got it. You stay here. I'll be back soon." Dream nodded, covering his stomach with his palms in a protective gesture. Somehow his old friends had been making him sad lately. Puffy with her assertions, George who had almost caused a scene... Technoblade got up and, to the insistent knock on the door, put on his housepants, hoping they could cover his very obvious boner. As he made his way down to the first floor his mood became more and more spoiled, and he wanted not just to rip the uninvited guest's head off, but to stick it in a very specific place afterwards. The voices that caught the aggressiveness of his thoughts immediately screamed for blood, not hearing the nearby soothing voice of Dream, who could make them shut up. Oh, he was so pissed. Not only was he getting screwed over for sex, but the annoying personalities were only getting more of them lately, spoiling the calm and cozy atmosphere of their home. "If you bang on the door one more time, I'll break your arms." He growled furiously from the hallway, and the banging stopped immediately. Sapnap may have been suicidal for daring to come to their house, but clearly not to the end. Technoblade opened the door and stared murderously at the blaze hybrid on the doorstep. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked rudely, folding his arms across his chest. Sapnap glared and pointed an accusing finger at him. "I know you got him!" The brunette hissed, trying not to flinch at the other's gaze that greeted him. Piglin narrowed his eyes and made an effort to sound as monotone as ever. "First of all, I don't know what you mean. Secondly, what the fuck are you doing at my house?!" He couldn't contain his anger, and he let the snarling notes in his voice slip through. "Don't lie! George saw his mask at your place! Where is he?" Sapnap tried to break into the house, but a snarling Technoblade suddenly made him change his mind. "You don't take one step into my house. Dream isn't here, and you'd better leave nicely, unless you want me to unleash all my wolves on you." Something very dangerous in his eyes caused the brunette to take a step back. "I didn't leave SMP to have you drag your shit into my house. "Blood for the Blood God! Blood! Blood!" The voices boomed. "Stop bullshitting me! You've got him! And if he dared leave like that, at least he should have given us the Admin panel!" Oh, he shouldn't have said that... Catching with his sensitive hearing the shocked and clearly hurt exhale of an eavesdropping Dream, he just saw red. Even the voices were not so loud compared to the thought that someone had dared to hurt his husband. That thought pounded in his head so hard that it seemed to him that no more sounds existed in the world. The next moment he knocked Sapnap down and whistled to his wolves. Just hearing their owner's call, the animals were on the doorstep almost instantly, dripping saliva from their greedily open mouths and shifting from paw to paw, waiting for the command to tear the stranger apart. The brunette squeaked and froze, staring at the fangs so close to his face. "Leave." Techno bellowed so angrily and violently that the hybrid shrank back, not knowing who he should fear more-the wolves or their owner, who looked like he could rip his own throat open with his teeth. "And never come back. And warn the others that if one more man comes to my doorstep... I will kill them. Consider yourself the last stranger to leave this place alive, but only because I needed a messenger. I will not tolerate any more strangers from SMP. Do you understand?" Sapnap wanted to object, but the snapping of wolf fangs at his face convinced him not to. He nodded grudgingly and waited for Technoblade to call off his... "puppies" and cautiously stood up, backing away from their house. Piglin waited until he was out of sight, then slammed the door, ordering the wolves to return to their places. He went back up to the bedroom and immediately rushed to the distraught and tear-stained husband. "Hey, shh, shh... It's okay... He's gone. " "All... all they needed was..." The blond man squeezed his eyes shut and tears finally flowed from his eyes. Techno's heart clenched at the sight, and he pressed Dream against him, crouching down on the bed and letting him snuggle into his neck. "Is my admin panel?" "It's okay... My darling, everything will be all right... They won't come again..." Techno carefully brushed the tears from his face, hugging him in such a way as to shield him from the world and protect him. "Did they really not need me that much?" Dream asked, panting, and the piglin lifted his face by his chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I need you. And our baby needs you. God, Dream, you're like my air. I'm totally dependent on you, and I can't live without you." He paused to cover his face with kisses again. "So don't even think of yourself that way!" The blond man ducked into his shoulder and crumpled, trying to calm himself down. Techno thought it would be better if he ripped Sapnap's head off after all. No one dares to make his husband cry. 5. Tommy Dream sat peacefully on the blanket in their little garden, reading a book and stroking the heads of the wolves who had laid them on his lap and were quietly melting from the soft touch of his thin fingers as they flattened their bellies upward. It was the middle of April, the weather was fine, and they were expecting a new addition very soon, literally in a week... or two... They couldn't wait for it. Just thinking about it... It won't be long before they become parents... Technoblade looked fondly at his husband and left a kiss on the golden top of his head. "I'm going to plant some carrots." He said, walking to the gate of their little farm. "It's about the season for that." Dream nodded and happily squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the warm rays of sunlight on his face. At that moment he looked as content as the wolves themselves, waving their tails cheerfully. "I'm not far away." He said and made his way to the farm, sinking to the ground and checking the soil. It was a little wet, as it had recently rained, but it was perfect for planting seeds. He picked up his hoe, plowing a small patch of soil prepared specifically for carrots, and began to work. It wasn't so hot, the soil loosened up easily, and the work went quickly. It was even a little soothing, making him go into his own thoughts and spread them out. All fears and worries about the baby were put on the back burner, the plans and the desire to see their little miracle as soon as possible were brought to the forefront. The voices were silent, still asleep from Dream's gentle words, and Technoblade enjoyed the silence in his head, devoting himself entirely to his work and the thought of hanging some toys over the baby's cradle in the form of birds... or butterflies... He didn't know what little children liked best, but he was sure he and Dream would find an answer to that question... The silence was interrupted by the frightened scream of his husband and the growl of the wolves, and Technoblade started running toward Dream faster than he realized it. The sight he caught made him growl and snarl angrily, worse than his wolves, standing in front of the trembling Dream, who tried to cover his belly with his whole body, staring frightened at the arrow aimed at him. The wolves snarled, their fur puffed up, standing in front of Dream too, protecting him. "Techno!" Tommy, standing with his loaded crossbow, frowned at what was going on around him. "Step back!" The voices in his head woke up, aggressively demanding death and blood, fueled by Techno's absolutely furious thoughts. "That bastard is manipulating you! Come here, we can kill him and get the admin panel! And you'll go back to the SMP!" Technoblade squeezed the hoe in his hand. "Come on! Sapnap said that he..." "Didn't he say I didn't want any member of the SMP in my house?!" He growled, baring his fangs. "It's what you think because Dream is manipulating you! Come on, Blade, let me finish him off!" Tommy's annoying voice and shouting almost made him boil with rage. He knew it was better not to be here, but he'd hoped for the couple of times Techno had helped him at Phil's request, who still saw him as just a kid who didn't understand anything. Thought the piglin would take his side and let him have the admin panel for his old friendship. Technoblade approached him carefully, making sure he didn't let out the arrow and still covering Dream with himself. As soon as the distance allowed him, he snatched the weapon from the teenager's hands, aiming it at Tommy himself. "You dared to come, knowing full well that I can and will carry out my threat to kill anyone who comes here. Not only that, but you attacked my family..." "Oh, come on..." Tommy didn't take him seriously. "Okay, even if he's not manipulating you, we still need his admin panel! That way we can stop all conflicts just by deleting them and their capabilities!" "Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!" The voices yelled, and Techno was in agreement with them. "Before you lose your second life..." Roared Techno right in his face, "I'm going to tell you something. Remember this and tell everyone else. One more visit from any of you, and I will return to SMP to kill every last one of you..." He paused, putting all his anger into the words. "...in the most painful way possible." He drew an arrow from his crossbow, and as soon as Tommy started to say something to him, probably to justify himself, he stuck it in his neck, piercing him through and making him stand there choking on his own blood for a few seconds longer. After waiting for the teenager's body to fall to the ground and evaporate with a slight hiss, reborning somewhere far away, Techno turned to his husband and, ignoring the solemn shouting from his voices, quickly rushed to him, anxiously examining him for wounds. One arrow was sticking very close to him, sticking into the blanket literally a couple of inches to his left, and the piglin growled when he saw how close it was to Dream. "Are you all right? Did he hurt you? How's the baby?" Techno asked, grabbing his husband's frightened face in his palms. The wolves approached the blond man, whimpering and trying to get close to him. The man's pupils were so constricted that they looked like dots on bright green irises. "No, no, he missed." Mumbled the blond man, starting to breathe heavily. "God, Techno, he almost... What if he had hurt our baby?" His words were shaky, and he looked like he was about to cry. "And I just..." "It's okay, it's okay..." Whispered Techno, wiping tears from his husband's face "You are safe, and that's the main thing... How did he recognize you?" "H-he saw me without my mask... O-one time... But I d-didn't think he remembered..." Dream squeezed his eyes shut, snuggling against the piglin's body, and sobbed as he felt himself tremble. Techno's warm arms closed around him, giving him that much-needed feeling of protection and safety. "God, I-I'm sorry, I-I almost killed our baby, I didn't p-protect him... I..." "Dream, calm down, calm down. It's my fault. I should have been there..." "But I... I could..." "No, you couldn't. You can't run around with an axe while you're pregnant." Techno pulled him closer "Shh, Dream, it's gone..." They sat on the blanket, in each other's arms, trying to calm down. Dream was trembling, clinging to his shoulders like a drowning man, and Techno leaned his head gently against his chest, covering his body with his cloak and lifting him into his arms. He nodded, and the wolves obediently followed him home, guiltily lowering their ears when they heard Dream's sobs. Techno frowned. He wasn't going to let it go that easily. 6. The child The birth began suddenly. At night. He had to write an urgent message to Phil and Kristen, who promised to help with the delivery. The winged man's wife teleported directly to their house as soon as she got the message, thanks to the power of the Goddess of Death. Phil himself had to get there on his own, and arrived a bit shabby, having to go through all the rows of traps Techno had set around their house after Tommy's attack. And that's assuming he knew how to pass them... Dream breathed heavily and clung to his arm, restraining himself from screaming and the piglin quietly whispered to him that he would be there, that all was well, that he would soon see their little miracle... Kristen was against his presence at first, but after endless requests, she finally agreed and let him sit beside his husband. Techno's heart clenched when he heard Dream's cries and his palms sweated when he saw how hard he was breathing, but damn it, when finally their baby, their little miracle, came into the world, crying, he knew it was worth it. "It's a girl." Kristen said as she handed the baby to the new parents. "Congratulations!" Dream looked at the baby and cried, smiling exhaustedly but happily. "Hi, little one... We've been waiting for you so much..." He whispered and held the baby out to the piglin. "Look, it's your daddy..." Techno took the baby by the little hand, feeling his eyes moist, too. "Hello." He said quietly to the little girl, who was still crying as she greeted the world. "Adara, our little miracle..." He sat down next to Dream and Kristen understandably walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. "Thank you." Whispered Techno to his husband, leaving a kiss on the top of his head. "She's... She's so beautiful." Dream smiled as he looked at their daughter, and there was so much happiness in that moment that the piglin knew he would remember that moment forever. For the rest of his life. "Which weapon do you think would suit her better, the crossbow or the sword?" Techno asked and Dream, realizing his question, laughed. "She's only just born!" He exclaimed, "And I'm pretty sure it's an axe." The girl fell asleep to their whispers. Dream looked at her tenderly, and there was as much love in his eyes as he was sure was now shining in his own. "We'll try... We'll be the best parents for her..." The blond man said confidently and Techno nodded accordingly, kissing his husband tenderly. Yes... They'll try.