Ivory - An Eburnean Tommy AU

xxix - smells like citrus and cinnamon

Ivory – xxix ; Smells Like Citrus And Cinnamon

Created: 08.20.22

Finished: 08.24.22

Edited: 10.20.22

Published: 11.12.22

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Trigger Warning: poison, weapons, mentions of revival (not much tw today^^)

Word Count: 2852

A/N: I'll upload this today so I don't have to tomorrow. I haven't written any drafts this week since I'm trying to be more attentive doing schoolwork. There are 9 more drafts left unedited and unpublished, and I have yet to make uhh..14 more oh gods. Do you guys think I'd be able to finish this before next year comes with this pace? I doubt so. I feel like what I do is always a failure, I'm sorry. I'm kind of unhappy today, but I don't think you guys have to know that. Stay safe and fighting, everyone.

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Panting softly, Technoblade looks up at a familiar view of such enormous build. His hair swaying wildly against the ocean wind, eyes narrowing..ready at who he has to face.

He's not nervous, although multiple things could happen..last time he came here, it didn't end well.

What does it matter?

Sam is in prison, all he has to do is to talk it out and have him leave the prison scot-free. Hopefully for the best, Sam is on their side.

His knowledge about the prison, as well as the prisoner he held captive for months is valuable. He doesn't have to be the warden anymore, what he knows is what Techno needs.

And he's going to get it.

Entering the swirling portal, warmth engulfs his system, making him sigh heavily. The piglin couldn't help but to find it nostalgic, it's strange that his body could manage the coldest of regions, and the hottest of worlds.

But whatever, he continues his steps, eyes wandering if there are signs that anyone came here after the Revengers imprisoned Sam.

Well, some things did change, a few adjustments and new things here and there, so someone has been here, and it's not the first time.

That didn't stop him from storming towards the prison cell he and the others contained Sam, trying to make out where it was.

The walls made of both obsidian and netherite. He couldn't help but to find it impressive how Sam made all this, and how complicated the system is.

Pandora's Vault was smart, he was only smarter.

When he reached where the anthromorphic creeper's supposed to be, his eyes widen where one could see his worry coming true: he escaped.

Of course he's bound to, he would have starved to death that way, or died and respawned somewhere. It didn't look like he died though, and with the lack of sign of escape, it didn't look like that happened either.

Instead, it looked like something or someone got him out, with the help of redstone shenanigans this place holds,

"Oh yeah. He got out now. And quite honestly, it's rather lonely without him." The voices flare up, immensely shouting to kill whoever creeped at him regardless of who it really was.

He almost struck Dream with his trident, to which he retracted quickly,

"Dream? The fuck? How are you here?" He asks, flabbergasted, not really expecting him to be around in the place he spent trapped off for months with nothing but misery.