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Tommy sat curled into Technoblades embrace, the two vampires purring in unison, often nights ended like this, Tommy didn’t enjoy being too far from Technoblade and well, the older vampire doesn’t quite mind the clinginess.
His own once scorned instincts are able to trill and purr all they wanted without being stifled as long as Tommy was safe and in his arms.
The little vampire had been at the house for a month before Technoblade allowed himself to be this close to Tommy and now it was normal for Tommy to follow him around, holding onto his hand, brushing up against him, leaning against Technoblade as the older vampire read.
When he first met the kid he would have felt disgusted at how soft he became for the boy, but that was past Techno, and that Techno was wrong.
Technosoft!
Dadnoblade!
E.
E.
He scoffed softly at the voices, he was not going soft.
Well... maybe just for his little vampireling.
Tommy whined, burying his face into Technoblades arm.
“Are you hungry Tommy?” Techno asked, furrowing his brows at Tommy’s bizarre display, the little vampire rubbing his face along the older vampires arm, lips parted slightly revealing little white fangs.
“Oh, no- it’s…” Tommy hesitated to continue, his face flushing in embarrassment.
Feed him Techno!
Give him your blood!
He wants to smell like you!
Okay, maybe sometimes his incessant, annoying, dumb instincts were helpful.
Damn right we are!
You’d be so lost without us.
Knew he secretly liked us.
Or maybe he just thought too soon. He stifled an annoyed grunt as he looked down to his little vampire, offering his wrist.
“You can take some if you want, Bad said you shouldn’t even really be off vampire blood, it could mess with your development or something,” Technoblade grumbled, tightening his hold on Tommy, curling protective arms around the fledgeling.
He hadn’t really paid attention to what Bad actually said, he was being passive aggressive and Technoblade would rather not deal with someone not even willing to be civil. But he did pick up on something about giving Tommy his own blood for one reason or another for ‘developmental purposes’ whatever that meant.
Tommy lifted the wrist to his mouth, a purr rumbling in his throat, closing his lips around the wrist and biting down gently. A small pin prick and then an explosion of his instincts, dragging his own purr up his throat.
LOOK AT OUR SON!
THESEUS!
OURS.
“...My Theseus,” he rumbled, placing his head atop Tommy’s.
OUR Theseus*
Yeah Techno! He’s our son too!
Dadnoblade.
Parentchat.
Agreed.
E.
E.
Technoblade grumbled, his little vampire being his was indicative of the kid also belonging to his instincts, not they they seemed to get that.
After a few seconds Tommy impatiently flicks a hand about, around Techno’s face, the vampire of course catches it with his free hand.
“You alright Theseus?” He croons, a trill stuck in his throat as he wanted to question the little vampire's motives.
The younger vampire in question makes a whining noise vaguely gesturing to the wrist he held in his mouth, he wasn’t even drinking the blood, just holding it in his mouth like a dog with a bone.
He wants you to drink from him too!
Mingle scents!
BLOOD SHARING! BLOOD SHARING!
Blood sharing? What in the stars was that…
It’s pretty self explanatory.
Yeah Techno.
L.
L.
E.
And this is yet another reason to go back to ignoring his instincts. They were only helpful around 2% of the time, but thankfully Technoblade made up for the other 98% with his stellar common sense.
Tommy, getting impatient, fights against Technoblades hold on his wrist, high pitch and whiny warbles muffled by the wrist in his mouth.
He looked up at Technoblade with wide eyes, slightly glassed over as if he were going to cry, thankfully the tears seemed more out of frustration than genuine anguish.
Technoblade sighed, “Okay Theseus, I get it.”
Gentle!
Be gentle!
Don’t hurt him!
The vampire stifled a groan at the voices, of course he wouldn’t hurt Tommy, he’d kill anyone who even thought about it.
The kid made a muffled grunt again, biting down harder to prove a point, spilling Technos blood in the process.
“Alright, alright,” Technoblade said softly, holding his little vampire’s wrist softly, running a thumb over his pulse point.
Tommy trilled softly and encouraging as Technoblade lifted the wrist to his mouth, pricking it with his fangs gently, sipping the blood, a purr building up in his throat again.
He only took a few sips before pulling it away, Tommy seemed content with that as he went back to drinking Techno’s blood, a purr vibrating in his throat as he lapped at the beads of blood.
His little vampire's blood was sweet, which seemed fitting for the kid, undertones of sunshine and fresh blossoms peaked through, meadows drowned in moonlight, a child-like sort of innocence Technoblade hoped to protect.
Like Phil’s blood, Tommy’s tasted like liquid love and affection, with an addition of dependency and devotion all rolled into one signature flavor like a five course meal from just a few drops.
‘Love-Love-Love’ pulsed through their bond, Technoblade of course sent back his own ‘Love-Affection-Mine’ Tommy purred loudly at that. Technoblade responded with their own pleased rumble.
After a while Tommy dislodged his fangs, licked the blood from them and snuggled up to the older vampire, sighing contently.
“You two look comfy,” Phil said from the doorway, the look of longing wasn’t missed by Techno, even as Phil hastily covered it.
CUDDLE TIME!
INVITE PHIL TO JOIN US!
WILBUR TOO!!
Technoblade rumbled at Phil in greeting, “If you get Wilbur you can join us.”
Tommy perked up at that, giving a little nod, Technoblade didn’t even need to see his face to know how elated the kid probably looked, he always got snuggly after feeding and what’s better than a full family cuddle session?
“Aw, we’re putting conditions on cuddling now?” Phil pouted.
Tommy whined, Confusion-Want-Need.
COMFORT!
COMFORT THE BABY!
BAD PHILZA!
Technoblade bit back the urge to growl at Phil, making his baby upset. He knew Phil was well meaning but Tommy was still young and when lost in his instincts probably didn’t understand to full-capacity that Phil was only joking.
“Well, go on Phil,” Technoblade hummed, running a hand through Tommy’s hair, rumbling to him softly, letting him know it was okay.
Phil gave an apologetic smile and went to drag Wilbur from his bed, no doubt the siren would probably be grumpy but quickly lighten up when he realizes it’s so he can cuddle with Tommy.
“Awe! Sunshine wants me? He wants big brother Wilby?” Wilbur grinned, skidding into the room, still in his pajamas, followed by Phil.
Tommy smilied, making grabby hands at the two.
He purred even louder when Phil and Wilbur hopped on the bed with them, Phil on the side of Techno opposite to Tommy and Wilbur next to the young vampire.
Wilbur ruffled the kid’s hair a bit, humming gently, magic woven into the melody, a lullaby Techno quickly realized as his eyelids began to feel heavy.
“That's cheating Wil,” Technoblade huffed, stifling a yawn.
“Tommy doesn’t seem to mind,” Wilbur scoffed in response, the little vampire fast asleep tucked comfortably between Wilbur and Techno, leaning into the older vampire, muttering little words probably to do with whatever dream he was having.
“Fine… you get a pass, for-” Technoblade was cut off by his own yawn, “For now.”
“Time for you to have a nap Techno,” Wilbur hummed, weaving stronger magic into his words.
Technoblade couldn’t even grace him with a response as his eyelids shut, holding his youngling safely next to him, Philzas wing wrapped comfortably around him as he leaned into the man's side.
The melody faded out as he drifted to a peaceful sleep.
“Goodnight Tech,” he heard Philza say before the world faded to a blissful nothing, leaning back into the pillows and blankets of his bed made into a messy nest, courtesy of Tommy.