You blinked your eyes open slowly, adjusting them quickly to the overhead lights.

Another knock on the door, and you remembered what had woken you up. You sat up slowly, wincing at the pain of your wound. Where was Technoblade? Wasn't he going to answer the door? 

The person at the door knocked again, and you swung your legs over the side of the couch to stand up. You flinched, the pain spiking again, but did your best to ignore it as you took a shaky stand. You stumbled ungracefully to the door, and struggled with the knob for longer than you should have, before the door swung open, revealing a familiar face. 

A rush of wind, and you were enveloped in dark grey feathers, arms reaching to wrap around you, pulling you into an embrace. You winced, and the person hugging you released you with an awkward laugh. "Right, sorry, Techno did say you were injured. Heh..." The blonde-haired man chuckled nervously.
"Hi Phil!" You gave what hoped didn't look like a forced smile and rubbed your injured side. What was Phil doing at Technoblade's house?

"Oh, Pog! You look like a mini Techno." Phil commented on your outfit. 

After your clothes had been stained beyond saving, Technoblade had given you a pair of high waisted black pants, like his, and a white shirt. The shirt, unlike Technoblade's, had no poofy ruffle collar thing, and was quite big on you (Although Technoblade had insisted it was the smallest one he could find.) The pants were also quite baggy, and they reached to your ankles. Luckily though, thanks to elastic, the waistband of the pants fit you fine, so you didn't need a belt.

"Halloo" Technoblade's voice sounded from behind you, and you turned to look at him. 

"Ah, hello Techno. So you were correct, you really did find Y/N" Phil smiled, looking from Technoblade back to you.  You smiled back at him.

"Yeah, apparently so." Technoblade nodded, giving you a wary look. "Anyway Phil, come in, come in." He ushered the winged humanoid inside.

You went and sat down back on the couch. Phil and Technoblade went to sit at the dining room/kitchen table. You didn't want to pry, or eavesdrop on their conversation, so you lay back down on the couch. Your side really hurt, you lifted your shirt to glace at the bandages you had put on fresh last night. The bleeding seemed to have stopped. You covered it once again with your shirt and tried to relax. You could hear Phil and Technoblade talking in the other room, but you couldn't make out the words. Your eyes felt heavy, and a light haze filled your mind. 

Soon you had drifted off into a light sleep.

(Technoblade's POV)

"But Phil! What if she really did kill those pets?? And I can't keep a wanted criminal in my house! It makes me a target! And I'm retired!" Techno whisper-yelled.

Phil shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Uh well, Techno, not to uh, alarm you or anything... but you may already be a target." Phil said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"HEH???" Technoblade cried.

"Yeah well, I overheard Quackity talking about you. He and Tubbo seem to be mad at you. I don't know why Big Q is mad, but Tubbo is still pretty angry about that scar you gave him." Phil continued, gesturing to his face to mimic where Tubbo's scar was.

"Jeez," Techno said, "You shoot a guy in the face with a rocket launcher once and he suddenly holds some sort of grudge against you..." 

"At least keep Y/N until she can survive on her own, then you can send her on her way." Phil glanced hopefully up at Technoblade.

Techno paused, thinking about it.

she might kill steve!!... you could kill her and then it wouldn't be a problem... she seems fine... if she tries anything you could always just easily end her...

"Fine." Techno agreed, and Phil smiled. "Thanks, mate. That means a lot to me, you know." 

Technoblade huffed, "But she's only staying until she's healed, then she's out of here."

Phil darkened at this, "Oh, I was hoping maybe you could train her to hunt, and maybe fight. She's never really been good at either of those. She's never had to. You can't just kick her out, she'll die!"

Technoblade gave Phil an incredulous look. "What?? She doesn't know how to- Well I'm not going to teach her! I don't care if she lives or dies!" He protested. The voices agreed.

Phil gave Techno a sad look, "But I care... please... son." 

Techno would have punched him. Phil knew exactly how to get Technoblade to do what he wanted. "Fine. But you have to help, I don't have hours of time on my hands." Techno lied, hoping Phil would believe he was really busy with other things most of the time, even though he wasn't.

Phil nodded, "Course I'll help, Techno." His face brightened again. He stood up and stretched out his large grey wings, which went from very dark grey near the base to light grey at the tips. It also took on a lightly bluish tinge. He was careful not to knock anything over, as his wingspan reached across the entire dining room area.  

"Well I'll go start her training, best to get a head start on it, don't cha think?" Phil smiled at Techno, tucking his wings gracefully back into his body. Techno watched as he walked out of the kitchen into the living room, where Y/N was. 

Techno sighed, this was going to be an interesting week.

(Your POV)

"Phiiiiil, this is so unfair..." You groaned, "I'm injured, and you have wings!"

Philza chuckled, "Well mate, real fights aren't fair either. Did I ever tell you about the time Techno went up against a Blaze twice his size?"

You gaped, "No way! Twice his size? But he's so big!" You looked briefly over at Technoblade, who was lounging under a tree. "S'true" He called. I mean, it didn't really surprise you, Technoblade did seem very strong. You didn't know much about Blazes, but from what you heard about them, they seemed tough.

"Well, he was a lot younger at the time. A fair bit smaller as well..." Phil admitted, flexing his wings. 

You panted, sweat dripping down your face. Your side was burning. All afternoon you had been sparring with Phil, while Technoblade watched.

Phil looked over at you, and noticed you were gripping your side. "Do y'wanna take a break? Maybe Techno can continue your training tomorrow. Wouldn't want to overwork you, you still need to heal." 

You nodded breathlessly, mouthing your thanks. You thought you heard Technoblade give an impatient grunt from his place at the tree, but you weren't sure.

"Why don't you go wash up?" Phil suggested. "Is it okay if she uses your bathtub, Techno?" Technoblade made a non-committal huff, and Phil turned and nodded to you. "It should be upstairs on the left. I'm sure you already know where the bathroom is." 

You looked down at yourself. During the sparring match, you had fallen multiple times. The training area was an area clear of snow, a sort of dirt area. Although the ground was cold and also muddy (probably due to previous snow that had melted?), and now you were caked in mud. 

You trudged inside of the house and followed Phil's directions. You grabbed a fresh shirt and a fresh pair of pants from the small corner of the cabinet that Technoblade had dedicated to "your" clothes. You closed the bathroom door behind you and stripped off your soiled clothes. You noticed that your wound had been re-opened, and your bandages had been dirtied. You decided you would go get fresh bandages later. 

You started the tub, and waited for it to get halfway full. You slowly stepped in, the warm water sending painful pins and needles up your body. You got in fully, and allowed yourself to adjust to the temperature. It felt slightly tingly on your cold skin.

Once you had fully adjusted, you took a bar of soap from the side of the tub and began to wash yourself. The soap smelled really good, and suddenly you felt a little guilty for using it. Would Technoblade mind? It smelled like really expensive soap...

As if your thoughts had summoned him, Technoblade opened the bathroom door. You let out an embarrassed squeak and sunk lower in the tub, trying to cover yourself.

"Not looking." Technoblade said from behind the door still, his arm snaking around it to place fresh bandages on the sink. He then closed the door, and you heard his footsteps going back down the ladder. How did he know I needed new bandages?  You thought suspiciously. You decided not to question it and went back to rinsing yourself off. 

Once you had finished getting dressed you walked back down stairs to see Technoblade hugging Philza. Your eyes widened a little in surprise. Luckily Technoblade's back was turned to you, and Phil's eyes were closed in a blissful sort of way. 

Suddenly Phil opened his eyes and made direct eye contact with you, a hint of surprise on his face. He pulled back from his hug with Technoblade and coughed awkwardly. Technoblade's arms fell only slightly, he kept them still outstretched, a confused look on his face, like he was disappointed and bewildered that Phil had pulled away. 

Phil pushed past Technoblade and carefully wrapped his arms around you. He smelled like wood smoke and rain. He pulled back and smiled at you. "Good job today, Y/N." He walked towards the door, opening it. "See you guys!" He waved cheerily, and spread his wings. The door closed and you heard the familiar whoosh of Phil taking off. Technoblade's arms dropped fully, and he stood staring at the door for a few extra seconds. 

"How do you know Phil?" You queried, sitting down on the couch.

"Well uh..." Technoblade rubbed the back of his neck. "We go way back..."

"Oh?" You tried to get him to elaborate.

"He's my dad." 

You blinked in surprise. Technoblade was Phil's son? "So Wilbur and Tommy are your brothers?" You asked. "Yeah..." Technoblade nodded. "You don't look much like them..." You murmured. "Ah, well... I was adopted..." The pink-haired man said wistfully. "Ah..." You trailed off, feeling awkward. You looked away, hoping you hadn't hurt his feelings.

Phil had never talked about Technoblade, and you wondered why. He seemed like a fairly nice person. You saw Technoblade flinch out of the corner of your eye, and you turned to look at him. He was staring right at you, his red eyes gleaming hungrily. "Sorry," He looked away quickly when you caught him staring, "I'll be right back." He mumbled, grabbing his cape off a hook near the door and throwing it over his shoulders, fastening the golden chain that hung across the front.

Had you done something wrong?

(Technoblade's POV)

Technoblade shook his head, letting out a low growl.

blood... blood... blood for the blood god... The voices hissed. 

"Shut up!" Techno growled. The voices hadn't left him alone since Y/N's wound had started bleeding again during her sparring with Phil. Techno could smell it from all the way at the tree he was sitting under. He had brought her fresh bandages in the hope that she wouldn't come downstairs bleeding on everything on her way to get new ones. 

When she was sitting on the couch, the fresh blood smell was really overpowering, and Techno almost let himself slip. The pink-haired hybrid shook his head again, trying to clear the voices. He took a deep breath, attempting to get the metallic smell of blood out of his nose.

It was one of the reasons he had been hesitant to train her. Being that close to her, and then if her wound re-opened, he wasn't sure he would be able to stop himself. That scared him.

Y/N seemed to mean a lot to Phil, and Phil meant a lot to Technoblade. He didn't want to hurt Phil. (And by extension, Y/N)

"Hey Steve." Techno approached the polar bear, who raised his head to look at Technoblade. He let out a soft growl. Techno held out his hand, and Steve pushed his face into Technoblade's palm. Techno smiled. Steve was so great. 

Steve made a happy noise.

Aww, steve is so cute... steve!!... emotional support bear... aww..

The voices had calmed down at the sight of Steve. Techno sat down next to Steve and continued to pet him. He closed his eyes, relaxing. Steve curled up around him and lay down, as Techno continued to stoke him softly. "Thanks Steve." Techno opened his eyes and smiled at Steve, who let out a contented rumble. Technoblade continued to pet Steve for a while, the voices whispering happily. He stayed this way for quite a while, the snow falling around him. 

The snow never built up on him, as a Piglin hybrid he was naturally warmer, and used to extreme temperatures. Even though Piglins were built for extreme heat, Techno had found out he was fine in extreme cold. Although it had taken him a while to get used to it. After Phil found him in the Nether, and brought him back to the overworld, he was cold all the time, even though Phil said Techno felt burning hot to him. He smiled at the memory.

The sun began to go down, painting the snow and trees in a liquid gold. The snow swirled down slowly, much unlike when it whipped fiercely during the last storm. The smell of pine was in the air, along with the crisp chill of frost. Techno saw an Enderman in the distance, admiring the dirt block in it's nimble paws, purple particles swirling around it, mixed with the white flecks of snow. 

The voices were now reduced to nothing more then unintelligible whispers and murmurings.  

Technoblade gave Steve one last pat, and then he stepped back inside his cabin. He glanced over at Y/N, who was fast asleep on the couch. Again, twitching and muttering in her sleep. 

He wondered why.