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We stand together (And you hold me close)

Summary:

That's when he decided to peek out of the roots, squeezing between the dirt that the pack had lifted. When he found no one around, he decided to go out and flee before whoever chased the wolves away came back.

He attempted to limp away as fast as he could, looking back to make sure no one chased him this time, only to be stopped unexpectedly by a fluffy white wall.

He fell over to his back, rolling just enough to look up to see what he had bumped into. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of a large white wolf.

 

- Werewolves Bedrock Bros

Notes:

This was inspired by a tweet I saw, By Rynnthebinn.

I really like werewolves a lot!! :D

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Tommy didn't mean to be bad. 

 

He was just so hungry.

 

He didn't mean to jump over the dead deer; he knew he was meant to be the last to eat, but he couldn't help it. The hunger cramps had become too much for his small body, and as soon as the scent of blood hit his nose he pounced. 

 

And now he paid for it.

 

He was being chased by his own pack. 

 

His little paws could only run so far; even though they had given him a head start his tiny body was already exhausted. Yet he could still hear them behind him, almost at his heels. 

 

He heard the growls and barks behind him, too close for comfort.

 

Tommy kept running. 

 

He tripped on a root. He heard them closer now, and knowing there was no chance he would outrun them he hid under the roots of the same tree, but not before one of the other wolves managed to close their jaw on his hind leg, making him yelp. He kicked them off and hurried to hide under the roots.

 

They started to dig the dirt out to get to him, he whimpered and tried to get as far as he could from the entrance, wishing nothing but for the mean wolves to leave him alone. 

 

He didn't want to die. 

 

Just as one of the wolves was about to get to him he heard a howl.

 

Soon his former pack was scrambling away, getting further and further from him, chased by other wolves.

 

Tommy kept hidden until he couldn't hear them any longer. 

 

That's when he decided to peek out of the roots, squeezing between the dirt that the pack had lifted. When he found no one around, he decided to go out and flee before whoever chased the other wolves away came back. 

 

He attempted to limp away as fast as he could, looking back to make sure no one chased him this time, only to be stopped unexpectedly by a fluffy white wall. 

 

He fell over to his back, rolling just enough to look up and see what he had bumped into. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of a large white wolf. The wolf was covered ears to tail in scars; nasty ones, almost as if they mirrowed his own. 

 

It growled and Tommy flinched back with a whimper. 

 

The red eyes of the creature snapped at him as its breath hitched, sound dying on his chest. 

 

Tommy let out another whimper. 

 

The wolf probably thought that his mom would still be close by. After all, where there was a pup, there was a wolf; and where there was a wolf, there was a pack. 

 

But no.

 

There was no pack, there was no wolf... only Tommy. 

 

Little Tommy who pressed himself further against the ground, knowing there was no chance for an escape, not with the wolf so close. With his body exhausted and his back leg hurt, he barely had a chance with his old pack. He would die right here. 

 

He tried to lift himself up but found himself falling back down with a yelp, pain shooting from his limb.

 

The wolf then came closer, and Tommy closed his eyes as tight as he could, crying quietly as he tried to bury himself on the ground, wagging his tail frantically. 

 

Not a threat-Not a threat, he tried to say.

 

He whimpered when something cold pressed close to his muzzle.

 

The wolf sniffed him, pressing his nose along his ears and his back. He whined. 

 

He waited for the pain, for it to hurt. There was no reason for the wolf to spare his life, his own pack didn't want to spare him, why would the wolf?

 

There was a low whuff, and then the wolf licked his muzzle, across a long fading scar. 

 

A fond greeting- his instincts whispered. But that made no sense, why would the wolf greet him instead of killing him on the spot? Why would he greet him instead of scratching and biting him, even his own pack held him on the ground, pressing on his ribs with a threatening growl as a warning before ever saying hi.

 

He let out a confused sound, shifting his head just enough to look up at the wolf, who took the oportunity to lick his forehead. 

 

An affectionate greeting, one wolves would only use with their own pups ... but he wasn't this wolf's pup, he was pretty sure. 

 

Suddenly the wolf gently held his muzzle on his jaws, pressing it to the ground. 

 

Mine. 

 

He whined. 

 

Mine? What was that supposed to mean? That he was their prey? Their dinner??

 

The wolf let him go. 

 

And then there was no wolf, only a man, with cherry pink hair that reached up to his shoulders, piercing red eyes and a scar over the bridge of his nose. He was kneeling on the ground, hands close to his knees. 

 

"Hullo." He called with deep voice, warm and raspy, like coal burning in a fire. 

 

Tommy whimpered. 

 

The man reached with a hand, and he realized that he didn't even have to be turned into a wolf to hurt him, to kill him. The guy's hand was huge, he wouldn't need any added strenght to close it around his neck, to break it or to suffocate him. 

 

But the man did neither of those things, instead reaching behind his ears and scratching, long nails reaching up to his itchy spots, making him unable to keep himself from melting some of the tension in his body as he let out a soft sigh. 

 

The man chuckled. 

 

"You like scratches runt?" 

 

He whimpered, when the hand ran along his back, brushing a few twigs and leaves attached to his matted fur.

 

"Shh, shh, it's alright..." The man whispered. "You're fine, I'm not going to hurt you." 

 

It took a moment for him to calm down again, letting the man pat his fur. 

 

"They left you behind, huh?" He asked, softly. 

 

He whimpered.

 

The man hummed, and gently he lifted him from the floor. 

 

He whined and whimpered, wagging his tail and licking his lips, licking the man's hand as soon as it was close enough to do so. 

 

I'm not a threat-I'm a puppy-I'm scared. 

 

"Shh shh, no, you're fine." The man arranged him so he was cradled to his chest, far from his hands, he resorted to licking the man's neck.

 

I'm small-I'm a pup-I can't hurt you, don't hurt me. 

 

"It's okay, it's okay pup." 

 

The man's hands prodded at his injuries, the scars on his skin and the new formed scratches, trailing along until he reached the fresh bite on his hind leg. His fingers barely brushed against it, but it still made the sore skin burn, still made him let out a yelp. 

 

"Shh, shh... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sure that must hurt a lot." He mumbled, hands going back to scratch at his ears.

 

And it was- nice. 

 

It had been a while since someone treated him this nicely, not even his mom had been this gentle when she was still alive. He had missed this, it soothed some deep part of his mind. 

 

The man lifted his head. 

 

"Who did this to you?" He almost snarled, burying his nose into his fur, taking in a deep breath. 

 

He whimpered, baring his throat as much as he could, still in the man's grasp. 

 

 

Technoblade swallowed down the growl building up in his throat, biting down his snarl, pressing his face closer to the pup's fur. 

 

He was scaring them, he didn't want that. 

 

The sound in his throat was replaced by a low rumble in his chest. 

 

Safety-Contentment-Not mad-Not mad.

 

No, he wasn't mad, not at the pup, never at the pup, so little and fragile in his hands. But he was pissed at the pup's old pack. They were covered in bites and scratches; some warnings (far too stern for a little puppy), but some others clearly done on purpose. 

 

If his pack hadn't already chased them away into the forest, he would've teared at their throats.

 

He took another deep breath, memorizing the pup's scent. His pup's. Because if they didn't want the pup, that was fine; he wasn't against getting a puppy of his own, instincts already roaring in the back of his mind to bring the small pup to the den. 

 

"It's alright, I'm sorry, It's okay..." He whispered, bringing the pup closer, letting his muzzle rest on his shoulder and patting his back "You're okay, I'm not mad, not at you. Never at you" 

 

He pressed a kiss to their forehead, and the pup relaxed the thiniest bit. 

 

"You're fine, you're okay." 

 

The pup cried out as he slipped a hand to his troath, rubbing at it. 

 

"Shh it's okay. I'm just-" He squeezed his windpipe, and the pup deflated. "There you are." 

 

He let the effects of the claim settle on the pup. 

 

The pup's wails died out, and instead their paws melted down into arms and legs, fur turning into hair. After a moment, in the pup's place there was a child; a boy, a small toddler, probably around four or five, with bright puppy blue eyes and nearly-golden blonde hair.

 

"Hullo..." He whispered, cradling the child closer to his chest. 

 

The boy didn't move.

 

"What's your name, pup?" 

 

The pup hesitaded, a puzzled look on his tiny face before he decided to mumble something into his chest. 

 

"Could you repeat that?" He chuckled, brushing the golden locks out of his face "I couldn't quite hear you past my shirt." 

 

"Tommy..." 

 

"Tommy." He hummed. "That's a good name." 

 

He nuzzled his cheek against the child's forehead, letting out a soft whuff, and the boy whimpered. 

 

"Wh-what are you going to do with me?"

 

"Take you home," He nodded. "and give you a bath and a nice meal." He furrowed his brow. 

 

He didn't like how dirty his pup was, nor that even then he could see his sunken cheeks, and feel his small ribs while he embraced him. He would need to deal with his old pack once his pup had adjusted. 

 

"You... you don't want to kill me?" 

 

He winced at that. 

 

"Kill you? No, no, gods no." He pressed a kiss to his temple. "I would never hurt you." 

 

"B-but ... even my pack wanted to hurt me..." He whispered. 

 

And gods, if Techno needed to chase after them, kill them for what they'd done to his pup. 

 

He held back a growl.

 

"No one is going to hurt you anymore, not while I'm here." He promised, holding the boy closer. 

 

"Really...?" He murmured. 

 

"Really." 

 

"Even if I'm bad?" 

 

"Bad?" He asked, genuinely confused. How could a pup be bad?

 

"If- if I eat by accident you won't bite me?" 

 

Eat by accident?!

 

He swallowed a snarl.

 

"Pup, I would never hurt you ... no matter what you do." He pressed his chin on top of the boy's head. "Those who did it were bad... and wrong. They shouldn't have done that." 

 

"Oh..." The pup murmured. "Oh-" The pup's voice cracked. 

 

And suddenly the boy was shaking, as if a tiny earthquake erupted from his much too small chest. Then he sniffed and before any of them could process it, he was sobbing.

 

Soon sobs turned into wailing, and then bawling. Fat tears rolled down from the pup's cheeks, and Techno made sure to hold him extra tight, brushing back his hair and patting his back, murmuring reassurances to the small boy. 

 

He let him exhaust himself, crying until his tiny lungs could bear no more strain. 

 

Then there were nothing more than whimpers as the boy pressed himself impossibly close to him. 

 

"It's okay pup, no one can hurt you anymore." 

 

The child sniffed.

 

"You... you're going to keep me?" 

 

He hummed for a second. 

 

"Well, I don't like the word keep, you're a pup, not a thing... But yes, I'll take care of you from now on, you're now my puppy." 

 

"Promise...?" He whined.

 

He huffed.

 

"I promise pup." He said as he pressed a kiss on his forehead, bringing the child closer to his chest. "Now, why don't we go home, huh?" 

 

The boy nodded on his chest. 

 

He carried the toddler, cradling him gently. 

 

Techno couldn't wait to introduce his new pup to the rest of his pack. 

Notes:

I just really like werewolves uwu

 

Techno didn't chase the rest of Tommy's old pack with his own pack because he smelled there was still a wolf on their territory, and that wolf was puppy Tommy.

His instincts immediately adopted the lonely pup.

 

Special thanks to my brother who beta'd this fic for me <3 he's literally the best

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