Myct SbI angst + fluff oneshots (read desc)

Escape from his grasp 1/? (angst or h/c)

I'm debating on writing a separate book on my own exile AU
if you like this idea, let me know. This chapter is a part of the AU btw

it is also slightly inspired by someone elses Exile AU, i forgot their @ tho lmao

TW- Everything that comes with the Exile arc

anyways say hi to Franchesca
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He doesn't know how long it's been since he started walking. How long it's been since he survived his fall. How long since he left the place he called home for the past nine months. All he knows is that his body aches. His feet are cold and are probably a couple of minutes away from becoming frostbitten. When did he even enter the arctic biome? And why the hell was it so close to his 'vacation' place. The answer to all his questions really didn't matter at the moment, he just had to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. He had to focus on making it as far away from his exile place as possible.

The scent of wood burning flooded his nostrils and the sound of a growling polar bear filled his ears. He glanced up and realized that he ended up at a house. What crazy fucker lives in the middle of the arctic?? He thought to himself as he stared at the building in shock. He shook his head and sighed, deciding to walk into the building, it was safer to be where it was warm than to die out there in the cold anyways. And if it was Dreams house? (though he honestly doubts the possibility, the mans homeless after all.) He could die knowing that at least he tried.

He pushed open the door to the house, letting out a sigh of relief as the warm air blasted him in the face. He took off his shoes and walked in, closing the door behind him (because manners). The fireplace that stood in the middle of the living-room(?) was still on, meaning whoever lived here was home.. or they left in a hurry. Tommy chose to believe the latter option, assuming the house belonged to Dream it would make total sense.

He shrugged and made his way to the chests. Digging through them, he realized just how organized this home owner was. Each chest was labeled and organized beautifully. He admired the dedication whoever's chests these were had. The organization made his job much easier. He went into the food chest to grab a couple of things to steal when he paused. His eyes lingered on something shiny—a fruit he used to eat daily back when he was much younger—a Gapple. He watched it for a moment and sighed, knowing he didn't deserve such a thing. He was about to resume his supply stealing but just then, the front door swung open and an annoyed looking pig walked in.

Within seconds Tommy felt the cold feeling of a sword to his neck. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" The monotone voice of Technoblade called out. He glared down at the intruder who he failed to recognize as his younger brother.

"T-techno i'm sorry- I didn't know this was your house- i'm sorry I'll leave i'm sorry-" Tommy rambled on with his hands held up in a sign of obedience. Technoblades hard glare dropped, along with his sword, once he recognized who the intruder was.

"Tommy?"

Tommy put his hands on his shoulders as he got up, his whole body began to shook as he hugged himself. "I-i'm sorry I didn't know- please don't kill me I'll leave- I'll leave- i'm sorry for coming here- d-don't hurt me- please.." He pleaded once more, his eyes trained on the ground as tears began to prick his eyes.

Techno stepped closer, his hands extended as his sword was already put back into its sheath. "No Tommy its- i'm not going to do anything. Just tell me why you're here. Shouldn't you be in L'mamburg?" His tone of voice softened as he inched even closer to the shaking boy.

Tommys eyes widened at the mention of L'manburg, he looked up quickly at the piglin and shook his head. "N-no I'm not allowed back- he will kill me, i'll die- no don't send me back-"

Techno shook his head and extended a hand. "I won't I promise." He took the moment of shock his reaching gave Tommy to look over the boys body. His shirt was torn, his arms were scarred, there were wounds all around. His shoes were destroyed and his pants were both dirt and blood stained. To put it into less words, the boy was a total mess.

Tommy shakily extended an arm which he released from his body, placing his hand into the older piglins palm. He closed his eyes tightly, expecting a punch or a stab, but nothing came.

Techno sighed, pulling the younger boy closer and bringing him into a hug. "I don't know what happened, but just know it'll be okay. You're safe here with me." He murmured into the boys hair, holding him a little tighter with each word.

Eventually the comforting grasp lulled Tommy to sleep

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i got too lazy to finish this. Ill make the other parts soon tho, when my hw cools down

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