Warnings: fluff?, over protectiveness, slight gore, violence, blood, mentions of torture/punishments

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"Ponk, get behind me." Sam hissed softly, his voice laced with venom, yet Ponk could catch the undertone of worry. As the pair faced down Technoblade, the creeper hybrid stood rigid, one hand reaching back and resting on Ponk so he knew he was there, and the other hovering over the handle of his trident. "Hand over Ponk and no one gets hurt," the monotone voice of the hog hybrid drifted across the clearing to the pair, causing Sam's expression to darken, "I'm afraid I can't do that." Techno snorted, narrowing his eyes, "And why not? He stole my stuff and deserves to be punished for not returning it, so just hand him over and we can talk it out. I'm not the type to always carry things out violently." Ponk, now practically hiding behind Sam, began to shake, the cold wind was finally beginning to penetrate through the thick hoodie he wore, "Wh-What if I give you some of your stuff back, a-and some of my own a-as payment for what I los-st?" "Hmm, I could consider that, buuut, you did take some pretty valuable things from me." The boar replied, flicking an ear. Sam glared at Technoblade, "How about, I, get you some stuff, I can craft you knew things with good enchants, I could even build you a redstone contraption if you want." Technoblade just grunted, swinging his axe in his hands as he stood, "Nah, I'd rather see this punk brought to some justice." "Wh-wh- And what justice do you h-have in mind?" Ponk asked quietly, the fear evident in his voice. "Hmm, maybe a public execution like L'Manburg tried on me? Nah, too brutal... maybe I could feed you to the bears...? That would be too harsh. I could possibly-" "Stop." Sam's cold voice cut through the air like a freshly sharpened razor blade. "I will serve his punishment, I have all three lives." Technoblade chuckled, snorting a little as he did so, "You're hilarious, Sam, really, you are. But that ain't happening. Ponk can serve his own punishment, which won't necessarily even be death." Technoblade paused momentarily to see how Sam reacted, seeing the glimmer in his eyes, Technoblade continued, "I could punch him in the face, or ya know, cut off his hand and wear it on a necklace," Technoblade accentuated the statement with his famous laugh, he enjoyed watching the rage boiling up behind Sam's eyes, but what he didn't enjoy was the sudden stabbing pain in his torso. The hog hybrid let out a soft 'oomph' as he doubled over slightly, the force of what just happened pushing him back ever so slightly. The stabbing pain originated from the trident that now protruded from his stomach, its wielder still grasping the handle and grinding it deeper into his victim with a burning hatred the hog had rarely seen. As blood bubbled from Technoblade's nose, he tried to gasp for air, but one of the trident's prongs had punctured one of his lungs, causing his breath to come out a gurgling mess. The hybrid fell to the ground, letting out wretched wraspy gurgles as his breathing began to slow. Sam narrowed his eyes as he watched the once mighty Technoblade poof into a cloud of smoke, pulling his trident back and putting it in its scabbard. The creeper hybrid then turned to his lover, "Let's go home..." Ponk could do nothing but stare up at Sam, horrified. Sam began to walk away, gently gripping Ponk's arm as he did so, but Ponk wouldn't move, he just stared down at where Technoblade had once laid. "You're safe now, if he tries to come back and hurt you, I'll kill him again. I will protect you with my life, you mean everything to me." Ponk shuddered at the warden's words, unsure of how they felt after what had just happened. As Ponk stood there, he began to shiver again from the cold, but he didn't notice it, he was too busy still staring at where the hog hybrid had been. A pair of warm arms wrapped around the short male's midsection and he felt a warm breath on his neck, as the shock wore off, Ponk gently clasped one of the arms wrapped around him, prying it off gently, "Sam... take me home..." no words were spoken after that, Sam just gently pulled away and carefully took Ponk's hand in his own before beginning the walk back, the shorter following him in a daze.

By the time they had reached home, Sam was carrying Ponk on his back, the smaller had gotten too cold in the snowy weather they had been in. Sam gently set Ponk down on the couch before going to grab a big blanket, he then draped the blanket over Ponk and crawled under it beside him, pulling him close. Sam and Ponk cuddled for a few hours, Ponk eventually falling asleep, and Sam softly playing with his hair.

He didn't necessarily mean to kill Technoblade, he really didn't. Sam just wanted to protect the one he loved and he wasn't sure what came over him, what brought him to impale the boar like that, but he did it nonetheless. Would he apologize for his actions? No, not in a million years, Technoblade had threated his lover, his Ponk. Nobody gets away with that... Come to think of it, for the past few days, especially nearing night time, Sam had been feeling... off... he had been feeling extremely hot, sweat would pour off of him while he lay in bed with Ponk, which caused him to move to the couch as to not disturb his lover. The creeper hybrid had been having odd dreams too, those of hunting sheep and cows down with nothing but deadly sharp claws and teeth, which of course he never did. It all felt odd. As Sam slowly drifted off to sleep, the full moon began to rise over their house, signaling that night had fallen and filling the landscape with various creatures of the night.

Ponk woke up in the middle of the night, shivering from the unwelcomed cold he felt. The small male looked around, Sam was gone, the blanket was on the floor, and there was a hole in the wall of their home... Ponk worriedly hopped off the couch and made his way over to the large opening, inspecting it and catching a glimpse of something odd. A tuft of greenish gray fur was sticking out of one of the boards in the wall, Ponk originally thought it was from Fran, but he ruled that out when he spotted Fran huddled up in a corner of the room, whining. Ponk made his way over to the dog and calmed her down, "It's ok, Fran, I'm here... nobody is going to hurt you... stay here and guard the house while I go look for Sam and whatever did this, alright...?" Fran seemed to understand, wagging her tail and nuzzling Ponk gently. After that, Ponk arose and pulled on a coat and his boots before exiting their home through the hole in the wall. A trail of large footprints lead away from the house, he couldn't quite tell what they were from since a light snow was falling and had covered them up slightly, but he followed them anyways. The further he went, the colder he grew, and the more confused he became. Ponk had come across many splatters of blood in the snow, occasionally a few bones as well, definitely kill sights, which made him nervous.

Ponk stopped abruptly when he heard the bleat of a panicked sheep in the distance, something was wrong. The darker skinned male started to jog towards the sounds of distress, coming to a halt when he saw something horrifying. A massive bipedal wolf like beast was using its arms to hold onto an ewe as it tore into its flesh, ripping out big chunks and devouring them. The ewe only passed after the beast ripped out the back of its neck, allowing blood to gush out from the wounds and splatter the ground. Ponk looked the creature up and down, noticing it had grayish green fur, strong jaws, sharp teeth, sharp claws, and it was also extremely muscular, its muscles rippling under its pelt as it moved. The young man stood there for so long, he didn't even notice the beast had turned to face him, its muzzle dripping with blood and its lips parted in a savage snarl. When Ponk snapped out of it, he began to back up, the beast following his every move. Everything stopped when Ponk backed into a boulder he had failed to see earlier, as it was hidden by the snow. The creature growled low and approached Ponk, sniffing him all over and letting out soft snorts. When the creature was done inspecting Ponk, it huffed and turned away, beginning to trek back off into the snow, leaving Ponk to wonder what just happened and how he was alive. But, he didn't stay there for long, as he was soon walking after the beast. Ponk followed the canid until they reached... Technoblade's house? The creature huffed, before running on all fours, full force, up the stairs and through the door of the quaint cottage, letting out a fierce roar. The roar was met by a shocked yelp and the clang of a sword against wood, what was going on? Why was this happening? Vicious snarls could be heard from inside the house, causing Ponk to dash over to the door and look in, spotting the beast looming over an absolutely terrified Tommy, who had his diamond sword drawn and aiming at the creature's chest. Ponk took a few moments to register the situation, but when he did, he also noticed a scar on the beast's right hindquarter, it stretched from the back of its hindquarter, all the way up to where its abdomen met its hips. He recognized the scar, it was a scar only he and who had it would know. This wasn't a wild beast, it was Sam. Before he could think, Ponk bolted into the house, shoving his way in between Tommy and the monster he had been cuddling with hours before. The shorter male looked back at the teen, a worried look in his eyes as he spoke, "Get out of here Tommy, let me take care of it." Tommy just nodded and scrambled to his feet, bolting out the door. Sam tried to follow, but Ponk stepped in his path, reaching up and placing a hand on either side of his face and making a big mistake, staring him right in the eyes. "Sam... I don't know what happened to you.. or-or why... but you need to snap out of it, this isn't you! You almost just killed Tommy!" The hulking wolf like beast huffed, growling low before lunging at Ponk. Sam somehow missed biting down on Ponk's neck by inches, but that was all the smaller needed, hopping up and dashing out the door, taking a quick left towards the woods. He could hear the pounding footsteps of the werewolf behind him as he ran, praying he'd make it to the woods. As he reached the tree line, Ponk swiftly climbed a tree and began to hop from branch to branch, tree to tree, in an effort to confuse Sam. So far his plan worked, Sam was growling and snarling on the ground, chasing after Ponk, but then a branch snapped, sending Ponk tumbling to the ground. He heard a sickening crack as he hit the ground, his left ankle now twisted at an odd angle. In moments, the werewolf had Ponk pinned down, it paused a few moments, looking down at the young man beneath him. Ponk held a confident gaze, he didn't care anymore if he died like this, maybe it was meant to be. But no, he had one more pretty dumb and cliche trick up his sleeve. Ponk suddenly bolted upright, placing a passionate kiss on Sam's lips and causing the werewolf to falter. He thought he should at least enjoy one last kiss with his lover before he died, even if he didn't look like the man he fell in love with. After the kiss, Ponk pulled away, staring at his beastly boyfriend sorrowfully for a few moments before closing his eyes and accepting the death soon to come. But it never did. When he opened his eyes, Ponk saw Tommy clinging onto Sam with a tight hug, his face buried in the werewolf's chest fur and quiet sobs slipping from his mouth. "S-Sam? P-pl-please come b-back... " the teen stuttered out, gripping the soft fur in his hands. The look on the werewolf's face was one of confusion, but then, Ponk joined in the hug, wishing with everything he had that Sam would turn back, "Come back to me, my love..."

A/N
Lmao what a nice end. Thought it was kind of "poetic" to end it like that. I did write more, but I deleted it since it sucked. When I started writing this, it was really good and I loved it, but as it went on, like most of my other oneshots, it began to suck. And yeah, my wrist is feeling better, but still don't expect a lot of updates from me (: