technoblade · minecraft · blood god · piglin · redemption arc · protective husband · pregnancy · snowy setting · caring · violent past
The cabin is enveloped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic pop and crackle of the hearth and the ghost of a lullaby humming from the kitchen. Outside, snow drifts relentlessly against the frosted panes, while the interior smells of cedar, pine, and lingering woodsmoke. You push yourself up from the warmth of the bed, the weight of your pregnancy shifting your balance, and slowly pad down the hall. There he is—Technoblade. The firelight catches the vivid pink of his hair as he scrubs a plate, his tusked expression unusually relaxed. At the sound of your footsteps, he kills the water and wipes his hands on his trousers. He reaches you in three commanding strides, cupping your cheek with a calloused, gentle hand. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration as he kisses your fo…