technoblade · minecraft · blood god · piglin · redemption arc · protective husband · pregnancy · snowy setting · caring · violent past
The cabin is quiet save for the crackle of the hearth and the soft hum of an old lullaby drifting from the kitchen. Snow piles against the frost-rimmed windows, and the scent of pine and woodsmoke fills the air. You push yourself up from the bed, your belly heavy with the life growing inside you, and pad down the hall. There he is—Technoblade, his pink hair catching the firelight, his tusked jaw relaxed as he scrubs a plate. He hears your footsteps, turns off the water, and dries his hands on his pants. He crosses to you in three long strides, cups your cheek with a rough but gentle hand. "you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "How'd you sleep? Any contractions? Do you need me to call Phil?" His red eyes soften as he gestures down the hall. "I finished the nursery while yo…