Where Are They Going !! What Will They Do !!!!

I Had Been Lost to You, Sunlight (And Flew Like a Moth to You)

✨Philza & Technoblade, Philza & Missa ✨4.3k W.C. [so far] ✨Elven Death Duo raise their dragon shifter son Technoblade, the last free dragon on their continent ✨Philza -centric & Technoblade - Centric ✨Voices for the Blade story ✨Sunlight by Hozier ✨Requested by @marshmallow-ragdoll

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“It's alive.”

Missa seems stunned, slow to approach before his curiosity wins and he comes to lay a thin hand on the egg that might be the last free member of its species. Phil watched the same feeling win him over, his face softening around his skull into gentle affection.

Phil reaches out one of his hands to wrap Missa’s in his own, asking an impossible question. “Are you ready to embark on another adventure with me, luna?”

“To the horizon and beyond, dearest sol.”

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Phil discovers a crimson egg while on his daily rounds foraging for himself and his drow husband, his bleeding heart leading to him taking it home to raise the dragon properly away from the elves who wished to harm him, enslaved to a harsh King who ruled with an iron fist.

An enemy of history, much of the noble Dragon Knight Syndicate had been decimated in an effort to wield them as weapons, forcing them into his service through cruel means as a way to enforce his laws. This Light elf never agreed with this mindset, rescuing his injured husband as his first act of defiance and adopting a dragon as his second, he hoped to guide the future into a more peaceful story while enjoying the love of his family.

Technoblade never dies

(reposting bc I fucked up formatting. Set in the same sire!Ranboo with fledgling!Techno AU I wrote here.)

The nest isn’t very warm.

And Ranboo is freaking out because he doesn’t know what to do about it. Turn on the heaters, obviously. But the buttons are all fiddly and Ranboo doesn’t know how to connect the plug because Wilbur always keeps pulling it out again since he’s scared one of the younger ones will give themself a burn messing with them and Ranboo should be figuring it out but he can’t, he can’t concentrate when his fledgling is shivering like that, curled up into a tight ball and making a low whining noise.

He’s hurt, Ranboo’s mind unhelpfully provides. As if it’s not clear by the misery coming off the fledgling in waves, hitting right into the sensitive epicenter of Ranboo’s brain that has been activated since he became a sire barely two hours ago.

Phil always said it could be a rather intense experience. He never warned Ranboo about this.

“I’m working on it, really, just… hold on, okay?” He doesn’t think his words are reassuring to the fledgling. The man hasn’t really been reacting to them at all. He’s in no state to speak, he hasn’t even been able to tell Ranboo his name.

Probably because Ranboo is a horrible sire who can’t even succeed in the most basic task of giving his fledgling a safe nest.

How can he already be screwing things up this badly?

He gives up on the heaters then, partly because he doesn’t want to wait a minute longer and partly because he knows the others will be back soon and they can just get them working. Ranboo can’t waste anymore time.

His fledgling needs to be held. Ranboo needs to be a good sire.

“Come here,” Ranboo tells him, rearranging pillows nervously.

The fledgling doesn’t move.

Ranboo let his thrall die down a while ago, too young to keep it up that long. His fledgling hadn’t tried to run away again and he had chosen to interpret that as a positive sign. But now he was refusing to get up from his spot on the floor.

“Look, it’s- It’s exactly as it should be, right?” Ranboo gestures at the bed. He almost sounds like he’s questioning himself. As if this isn’t the exact nest he’d spent consecutive weeks in when he was first turning. “It’s very comfy and soft and I’m sure we can get it warmed up in no time. You’ll feel better.”

Still nothing.

Something settles deep in Ranboo’s gut. It’s unpleasant and painful, and he knows it’s probably bad. But it eats at some uncertain part of him that clouds his mind. He’s angry. Angry that his fledgling isn’t listening.

Angry that he would deny Ranboo’s care. Can’t he see that Ranboo is trying to help?

But it’s gone as soon as it pops up and Ranboo feels terrible because of course, of course this fledgling would not recognize a nest when he was kept in a cell. of course, Ranboo will have to show him.

The man flinches a little when Ranboo grabs his wrist. He tries to grab high enough that his fingers don’t press into any bruises or scars.

“You need to rest.”

The fledgling struggle against him. Ranboo shakes his head, patient. He’s a lot stronger than his fledgling, especially in his current state, so it’s not too hard to drag him over to where they need to be.

Just as Ranboo thought, his precious one does not know what’s good for him.

When they’re both in the nest, the struggling dies down quick enough. As if a flip has been switched in his brain. The man’s pupils dilate again, not unlike what happened during thrall. But it’s a different kind of instinct he’s lost in now. His chest rises and falls rapidly with unneeded pseudo-breathes.

Ranboo holds his fledgling close to his chest, threading fingers into long pink hair gently and pretending he can’t feel the way he shivers at his touch. The fear inside his fledgling spikes, feeding through the bond until it has Ranboo cringing.

But he ignores it.

Soon this will be easier. Ranboo knows it will be.

Stepping out of my comfort zone… (yes, I do like doomsday, how can you tell?)

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“There are going to be some rules you need to follow from now on,” Phil said.

Techno nodded numbly, gaze caught on the dark wood of the table so he didn’t need to meet Phil’s eyes. Rules were good, rules offered clarity.

Rules meant he could play by them and avoid getting in this any deeper than he already was.

“Firstly, you’re not to go anywhere without either me or Wilbur accompanying you.”

Figures. There went his walks around the palace garden.

“Secondly, you’ll be following lessons with Sam every other day. You’re a fast learner, but he tells me you’re resistant to his teachings.”

Was that what they called not falling for propaganda these days?

“Lastly, you will refer to us as your family. In anything but blood, you are ours. You’ll do best to accept that quickly.”

Techno frowned, biting at his lip. Tears were building in his eyes, but the fifteen year old was too stubborn to let them fall.

“Do you understand?” Phil asked.

Again, Techno nodded. “Yes sir.”

A hand cupped his chin, raising it so their eyes could meet. Phil’s expression was soft, patient. But there was a glint of something sharper hidden in those blue irises. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, dad.”

A smile, so tender it made a shiver crawl up Techno’s spine. “Good. You know we’re only doing this because we love you, right? You already ran from us once, we can’t allow your mind to get clouded again.”

there's nothing like reading on your childhood porch in the summer as a kid, huh.

Crochet Technoblade I made which may or may not be inspired by the lyrics of Until I End Up Dead by Dream :)

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