#technoblade x you

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Howling For You

!Prince!HybridPiglin!Technoblade x !Knight!HybridRabbit!Reader

Now playing: It will come back by Hozier

You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to look at it, look at it like that

You’ve been at Prince’s side from the point you’d first met at the youth military training camp, albeit a bit unwillingly. Having been rivals since you first knocked him into the dirt on the first day - you two didn’t exactly get along. Granted, you certainly didn’t know who he was at the time - not until Sam decided you could be of use at the castle at the end of your youth training. At first, you took up the opportunity with absolute enthusiasm…and then you’d seen him step out of the royal’s carriage with the King on your way back to the castle. You did everything in your power to avoid him and his father. The camp was much too small to avoid him forever though. The Prince didn’t immediately notice you, in fact, the one who did was King Philza. Your wonderful, friendly, enthusiastic King decided the second he’d seen you that you’d be shadowing Sam as Prince Technoblade’s personal guard - sealing your grave as his eyes landed on yours. 

You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to talk to it, talk to it like that

From that point on, you’d become Prince Technoblade’s second shadow. Much to the delight of Sam and the King. Not that he didn’t make it incredibly difficult. He tried every trick he could possibly think of to be rid of you. He ran, hid, accused, and did everything to try and convince his father to get you demoted. Unfortunately for him, you’d dealt with his special brand of personality for nearly four years at this point. You knew exactly where he’d be, where he’d go, and what exactly he’d do. He was overjoyed once he realized he could order you around and send you on wild goose chases. Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t talk to him the same way you did at the camp. After all, he is royalty. So, you’d follow his orders, say ‘Yes, your Highness’, and be on your merry way looking for books in the library that didn't exist, food he didn’t need or want, and do whatever he pleased. 

Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul

Honey, make this easy

He soon grew tired and ran out of random errands to send you on, so you stayed right behind him. You often watched his sparring practice with Sam. The older going easier on him in the presence of the King. You weren’t the only one to notice this, and Prince Technoblade became more and more frustrated. He locked eyes with you, the one contender who continuously beat him at the camp, and got an idea. The sweat rolling down your forehead from the hot armor only continued to make you more nervous. You saw that look in his eye, the need to be taken seriously, the competitiveness, the frustration. And then, he doesn’t even spare Sam a glance before he starts walking towards you. 

Leave it to the land, this is what it knows

Honey, that's how it sleeps

Internally, you fought back the urge to take a hesitant step back as he neared closer to your spot by the wall. Keeping your face blank in neutrality, he stops before you. The sweat starts to make its way down your neck. 

-“You. Spar. Now.”

The same curt tone he always took on when addressing you. Especially when requesting you spar with him. Atleast at the training camp you were allowed to tease him for being so rude. But here, with the King watching, you figured it’d be a death sentence.

-“Yes, your Highness.”

He tosses you a beat up practice sword. One that was recycled through the lower guard before ending up here. It’s chipped and cracked in plenty of places, but you were never one to be picky with your choices. Most armor and weapons are not made for someone of lower stature and weight such as yourself. 

-”And lose the armor. It’ll be an easy fight if you’re bumbling around because of its heaviness.”

What you’d give for half his own self confidence. You start shrugging off the heavy chestplate and leggings. The cool breeze that envelops you is almost enough to make the spar worth it. Almost. You pick up your practice sword and get in position. Sam is giving you a look, not that he needs to, you already know to throw the fight somehow. But, he’s already frustrated with Sam for going too easy, he’ll catch on immediately if you do the same. His wrath is not something you can afford. You’re not like Sam, he won’t give you a glare and a cold shoulder. He’ll do something much worse, you’re sure of it. 

Don't let it in with no intention to keep it

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it

Honey, don't feed it, it will come back

It’s not like you can just humiliate him in front of the King. The King could do much much worse than Prince Technoblade. Winning is not an option, but losing on purpose isn’t much of one either. He takes his position, and you think of anything and everything you could possibly do to get out of this. And then, you look down at your sword. Your cracked, chipped, brittle sword, and you get an idea. He lunges, his powerful swing shakes your sword as you block, and you feel it crack the slightest bit. As he takes another swing, you angle your pathetic little sword just right. You feel the blade fracture and break as it rings down the length of your arms. The tip of his blade lightly grazes your cheek before you hit the ground underneath him. He looks at you with an expression you’ve rarely seen, gobsmacked surprise. 

You hear the King gasp and stand as Sam rushes over to you still on the ground. Prince Technoblade grabs your upper arm and lifts you the second Sam has made his way over, still looking at you with that foreign expression. Then his ruby eyes land on the cut on your cheek and his eyes narrow with a wince of sympathy. He opens his mouth to say something but Sam beats him to it. 

-”Are you alright?”

Sam had always tried to treat you with a hint of delicacy due to your nature as a hybrid rabbit, but you were never having it, always demanding to be treated the same if not harder than your peers. Especially with the Prince around, you didn’t need him getting any bright ideas on how to make your life any more difficult. You stood, offering the Prince and Sam an awkward smile before replying.

-”Yes Sir, I’m fine.”

He goes to reply before the Prince responds, in his usual rude curt tone before softening it slightly. 

-”Go to the infirmary, and do not return until it is properly cleaned and bandaged.”

An unusual case of kindness from the Prince, something you are not going to take for granted. His usual attitude being curbed by sympathy. Something you didn’t know he could garner towards you. Giving him a slight smile at his little act of kindness, you reply. 

-”Yes, thank you, your Highness.” 

He gives you a slight nod before looking at Sam and his father. As you walk towards the infirmary, you faintly hear them talk about future spars and taking better care of the training swords. The mention of future spars makes you stop in your tracks. You look back, and see Sam giving you a meddling smile. The way your stomach drops makes you feel down to bedrock as the Prince and the King agree to future spars. Sealing your fate twice in a row in only a matter of a couple months.

You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to smile at me, smile at me like that

You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to hold me just, hold me just like that

As time continues to go by, the Prince slowly gets used to your presence behind him. Sam is often now needed elsewhere to continue training new recruits for the royal guard. You are still among them, but your time is mostly taken up by the Prince. Something that you are beginning to hate less and less as the days continue on. After so many months of you calling him ‘Your Highness’ he demands you call him Technoblade as all his close servants do so - only in the presence of no one but yourselves that is. You two continue to spar, but without Sam or the King watching over you. After your first ever spar, though he never let you know he knew, he demanded you always give it your all when it’s just the two of you. And you’ve held yourself to that ever since. 

When it's like this, there are no onlookers, there are no real rules, there is just you, him, and your blades. Unfortunately for you, you seem to lose a lot more these days. He has shot up in height and muscle while you only continue to refine your skill. A fact he seems to only point out more and more these days. 

-”Are you sure you’re big enough for that sword? You’re only a little rabbit after all.” 

-”This ‘little rabbit’ knocked you on your ass ten minutes ago, you brute.”

He chuckles, and you smile right back. Oh, how he starts to crave seeing your rare small smiles at him. Just as you crave hearing him chuckle at your small spitfire responses. It fills you with a warmth you know better than anyone, one that you know you’re not allowed to have. He is no better, a warm embrace makes its way across his heart before he even realizes it's there. 

I know who I am when I'm alone

I'm something else when I see you

You don't understand, you should never know

How easy you are to need

On days where you’re busy with Sam, and he has another guard he doesn’t care for, he becomes acutely aware of your typical presence that is not there. When he reads, there is no quote for him to parrot back at you. As he spars, there is no challenge or invigorating comments you make at him. There is a silence that grows uncomfortable, a silence he refuses to face. For he fears that if you were aware of this craving he has for you, you would become just like the potential brides the noble families pitch at him. It is a baseless fear, but it reaches down into his soul, and it will not let go until he knows he has nothing to worry about. He can try and distance himself, but it only ends in him needing you more. 

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me

Honey, don't feed me, I will come back 

You begin to try and put some distance between you and him, but it does nothing but confuse him and leave you with a gaping hole in your chest from the guilt. The day after always leads with you being kind to him and going back to normal. It’s a vicious cycle of trying and failing to stay away from each other. This only fans the flames of your growing softness for each other. He always comes back, just as you do.

It can't be unlearned

I've known the warmth of your doorways

Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

Oh, please, give me mercy no more

That's a kindness you can't afford

I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born

You'll hear me howling outside your door

Soon, you’re named Technoblade’s official personal guard. Your training with Sam dwindles to only aptitude tests. And none of your feelings have changed. You will not risk your spot as Technoblade closest confidant. Not until you know nothing is at risk. To be closer to him, you are moved to your own quarters nearby. Something that you both secretly take enjoyment in. He begins to seek you out after your shift is over. On long, hard days, the only person he wants to see is you. He feels the warmth from your doorway and an embrace from that soft smile you give him while inviting him in. To smile at him so softly as his tired eyes meet yours is a mercy you can’t afford. He feels like a selfish man taking you away from anyone else. But, you’ve always been his long before the two of you had ever realized. You feel selfish just like he does, you are only a knight, comparing yourself to those fancy noble women has always stung you. You will not take him away from a woman you believe he belongs to. Though you should’ve realized long ago, he has always been yours.

As the day approaches night, and you’ve retired to your quarters, you hear a small knock on your door. Knowing exactly who it is, you rush to open the door with a small smile. You see the man who’s loved you since the day you knocked him into the dirt, and in his eyes you see an emotion that mirrors your own. You yearn for him just as much as he yearns for you. He takes a small step closer and finally bridges the gap in between you two. You look up at him with a blush and begging eyes as he leans down and captures your lips with his own.

Don't you hear me howling, babe?

Don't you hear me howling, babe?

Don't you hear me howling, babe?

Don't you hear me howling?

Don't you hear me howling?

Don't you hear me howling, babe?

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

Like

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[disturbed-and-depressed]

Technoblade: Do you wanna know how I really hurt my wrist?

Tommy: Yes

Technoblade: I was hoola hooping. Philza, Y/n and I attended a class for fitness and fun.

Tommy: Oh my god

Technoblade: I’ve mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle.

Tommy: Why are you telling me this?

Technoblade: Because no one will ever believe you

Tommy: You sick son of a bitch

[sardonic-the-writer]

VALENTINES DAY WITH THE SBI <3

• You hadn't been with the Sleepy Boys for too long, being a guest they had taken in until further notice had that affect after all, so when valentines day rolled around, you hardly noticed at first

• The only thing that clued you in at first was the way Wilbur used it as an excuse to share his plethora of sappy love songs

• Not to say he didn't already do that on the regular—he just had an excuse this particular day

• Chances are he ushers you, Phil, Tommy and Techno onto the living couch while he sits opposite all of you, strumming a tune about a mysterious stranger that had stolen his heart (often times maintaining soft eye contact with you all the while)—only pausing at the end to enthusiastically ask your opinions

• "I think it was shit. Where's all the men and the money and the riches Wil."

• "Tommy, I swear to god mate. One of these days, Wil's gonna smack you upside the head and I'm not gonna do anything about it."

• Tommy has spent every valentines day so far pretending to throw up at every romantic gesture he happens to stumble across according to Phil. Even if it's just a pink heart.

• He had been doing this ever since anyone could remember apparently, so it was to be expected at this point

• Secretly, though, he likes to think about everyone's reactions to him giving them a flower. He'd give you a daisy specificly, probably braiding a few stray ones into a flower crown for your hair like Tubbo had taught him. But he eventually decides that would be too babyish, and resorts back parading around the house while whining about love and how stupid it was

• Unlike Tommy's drastic change in behavior however, the only difference between normal Techno and Techno on valentines day, is that if you asked him enough times, he would read some of his greek mythology books out loud to you

• "Heyyyy Techno. Nice weather were having huh?"

• "S litteraly stormin outside (Y/n)."

• "Uh. Well. Rain, er, am I right?"

• "Jus' get in here so I can read to you already."

• Funnily enough, he always chose romance stories. Or at the very least, the few happy ones that existed in mythology, just for you

• The tale of Eros and Psyche happened to be your favorite. And each time you asked, Techno would turn back to the beginning to read it again, a faint smile on his face at your own

• At one point Wilbur had passed by Technos room, momentarily seeing through the cracked door the sight of you laying your head in Technos lap gently as he read to you

• Later when he brought it up to the pinkette, he had gotten a book thrown at his head and was told to never mention that to Phil

• Phil himself spends most of valentines day looking out the window and up into the sky quietly, petting one of his crows slowly. Like he was waiting for something. Someone.

• But in the meantime, while he waited, Phil was perfectly happy with his wild family and the stranger from the woods they had taken in, heart bursting with love for them all

[iamthemain-character]

That’s Your Ex?

c!technoblade x goddess! reader, ex!dreamXD x reader, hinted dreamXD x c!georgenotfound

she/her pronouns

TW: none

mcyt masterlist

You could practically feel the stare; sure enough, as you turned your head towards your partner, he was looking at you as if he had never seen you before.

You straightened up, stretching after being bent over the potato garden for hours. The snow was lightly melting, and you knew that Technoblade enjoyed the moments of sunshine that broke the monotony of snowy tundra.

Collecting the harvested potatoes, you still could feel Techno watching you.

“It’s impolite to stare you know.”

“Art is meant to be looked at.”

Slightly scoffing at the complimentary pickup line, you threw a clump of dirt at your partner. “That was cheesy and you know it.”

Technoblade smiled, getting up and walking over to you. When he reached your side, he held your face in his hands, his thumbs gently running over your cheeks. “Maybe, but you are absolutely gorgeous.”

Technoblade placed a kiss on your forehead before turning and taking his basket of seedling potatoes back towards the house. Collecting up your materials as well, you followed his footsteps.

Just as you were coming around the corner, however, you saw Technoblade standing, his sword drawn. Hearing your footsteps as you approached he held his hand out, warning you to stay back, but you were not so easily wavered. Looking over Techno’s shoulder, you saw what the threat was:

your ex.

More specifically, DreamXD. You two had once had an on again, off again type of relationship, mostly full of grand gifts and excessive flirting on your ex’s part. Eventually you got tired of it and moved on, and later you were rewarded with the love of your life.

But DreamXD was a jealous god, and he had a hard time letting you go. He used to try to win you back, swinging wildly between lavish gifts and intense threats. You knew at the end of the day, however, that he would never lay a hand on you. You both were wise enough to know that no one ever won in a war between gods.

Eventually, you did tire of the constant unwelcome attention, so you moved into the mortal realm. And that was how you met Technoblade and eventually fell in love.

But now DreamXD was here again, determined to ruin the peace. Rolling your eyes, you walked by Techno, arms crossing over your chest as you stopped in front of DreamXD.

“Y/n.” His voice was smooth and echoey this time, the one he used when he wanted to fit in with mortals.

“DreamXD. What are you doing here?”

The god titled his head, playing up innocence. “It’s been a while Y/n, can’t I come see you?”

Scoffing, you shook your head in return. “We both know you don’t just ‘come to see’ people. Please don’t tell me you want me to come back to you again.”

DreamXD paused a moment, considering your words. “You really don’t miss what we had, what we were?”

“No. No DreamXD, I don’t miss you.”

He didn’t respond; he simply stood there and stared at you. He shifted his gaze behind you, looking at Technoblade.

“You fell in love with a mortal.”

You felt Technoblade get closer to you, his sword still drawn in case you needed protection. You smiled despite yourself, trying to appear as neutral as possible. “I did.”

DreamXD nodded again, but he seemed distant, like he was thinking about something entirely different. “These mortals, they do have a strange charm to them, do they not.”

Just as he said those words, a figure came crashing through the tree line. Clad in blue with large, white-rimmed glasses, they approached DreamXD casually.

“Where have you been? You said you were going to help me?” The crisp accent came through, the person impatiently looking at the god.

You watched as DreamXD’s entire body language changed, his attention solely on this one person. You saw him become possessive and obsessive, and you recognized that this must be the “strange charm” DreamXD had just been talking about.

The newcomer started walking away, and DreamXD followed after. Looking back one last time, he nodded, a sign of farewell to you. As the pair disappeared into the distance, you took a deep breath and turned to look at your partner. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Technoblade pulled you in close, touching your foreheads together.

“What the heck was that Y/n?”

“Oh, that was my ex, sorry about that.”

Technoblade blinked a couple times, trying to process this information. “The god of this server is your ex???”

You pressed a kiss to his lips before letting go and walking back to the house, grabbing the potatoes you had previously abandoned. “Don’t worry, he’s just an ex, that’s all.”

“Heh?????”

[smokingtea]

Living with C!Technoblade (dating)

On the rare occasion that he would use the axe of peace in front of you

He would use it like a normal knife or even a butter knife

He once use it to flip some pancakes over

Techno is actually not really protective and doesn’t get jealous

I’m kidding he’s kinda overprotective and gets jealous often when talking to someone other than him, philza, tommy, ranboo and sometimes Steve

when you would meet one of technos best friends STEVE!

Steve would be a little suspicious of you but when you feed him some fish from your inventory

He instantly loves you

Weirdly enough techno would get jealous of steve when you would talk to him in a baby voice

One of his biggest fears is you getting hurt or getting hurt by him

During doomsday planning he would almost never come out of his room except when he would come out of his room and give you a big kiss on your lips and some loving words before returning to his room

During doomsday he would not let you go with him as he would be scared that you would get hurt

After doomsday techno and would have all his attention on you cause he felt like shitty bf after not giving you lots of attention for a while

Clingy techno is da best

On another note when you meet philza he immediately see the look in techno eyes when he looks at you

Philza recognizes the look on his eyes as the same look he gives Kristen

After meeting you, Philza would love you in a friendly ways and he would always tease techno about his in love state and techno would just brush it off

[toxicruins101]

YOUR WORDS KILLED ME

Sbi! Family x Male! Killer! Reader.

Tw!: Gore, torture, mentions of torture, blood, killing, depression. Etc.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

you couldn't even keep count of how many days it had been since you were stuck down here.

1, 2, 3..678910..

Who knows? Yet as the faint sound of your blood dropping onto the floor making a slight consecutive sound you became aware of the passage of time around you.

The faint sound of chains rubbing with each other, making an awful sound.

Pain was the only thing you felt at the moment and you knew you weren't going to last very longer in this hell hole.

You committed a crime, a deadly one quite literally, and in exchange you got sentenced to this.

Torture and torture for days on end.

You heard the heavy metal door move and tried to look up but even that hurt.

You could try to look up with your eyes but you failed the energy to even do that.

"Hey mate.." Philza, oh your sweet father Philza, all this time he had been so hopeful and so relived when they told him you'll be able to get out instead of serving a life long sentence

Yet it pained you so much, knowing his poor heart was going to be crushed.

"Are you feeling ok? I'm guessing your asleep right now though.."

'I'm not sleeping, I'm dying' you thought as a warm feeling invaded your pain struck heart.

Your father always did care for you, he always has, as his first child you meant everything to him.

You wish you could scream out to him and tell him your fate, but were unable as your tongue had been cut out in the early days of this sentence.

You wanted to cry and sob, tell him everything that was wrong, so maybe he could save you, he could rescue you.

That maybe you'll get to see your little brothers again.

Maybe train with techno one last time, teach Wilbur guitar again, and help tommy pull pranks on the others just for one more time.

But your death seemed closer than that possibility coming true.

"Don't worry mate, just 2 more weeks and your out of here, two more weeks and you'll get to go home." Spoke your father tears welling in his eyes at the sight of your broken hanged up form.

You'd be long gone by then, your poor heart ached at the thought of your caring family having to receive the news of your death.

You all meant a lot to the other, so just thinking about it made you weep.

"I'll be taking my leave now mate, stay strong ok? We are all waiting for you back home.." his voice spoke, you tried to move towards him, yell at him to stop and speak a little more.

To null the pain and bring back the good memories, you wanted to die with a familiar voice calling out to you.

Not the treacherous screams of the other inmates in here whose fates have already been decided.

Soon after though another person came in.

"Y/n? You there?"

Techno

Techno!

You were so glad, you wanted to run up and hug him so tightly both of you were out of air.

Sadly you couldn't so you slightly moved your arms making the chains jingle hoping that would give him the message you were listening to him.

"Ah good, thought you were passed out there for a sec and I got really scared.." he chuckled lightly at the end of his sentence

Don't say stuff like that...it'll only make it harder for me to die you thought

"listen, we all, really miss you ok? I know what you did was bad, but, nobody deserves this.

Come back home, ok? We all.

Really need you" spoke his grave voice as he slowly made his way outside, looking over at you again before leaving.

There were so many things you wanted to say to him.

So many

So so many.

You had missed him so much over the years it was crazy.

You didn't know if this was the gods way of having mercy on you and letting you hear your family one last time or their punishment.

Making you hear and bear that weight of sadness knowing all their hopes of you getting out of here were going to get tarnished by your inevitable death.

No-one?

Guess that was it.

Maybe Wilbur and tommy didn't think you were worth their time-

"Y/n?..." Spoke a gentle voice from the other side of the space.

Wilbur.

You slightly smiled, you wanted to cry more than ever.

You had missed him so much.

Hearing about his death in l'manburg broke you in a million pieces

Yet there he stood now, revived and well.

He only started at you and walked over.

He inspected your weak form and wanted to cry at the state of it.

In an act of anger, at seeing his brother, his blood, one of the men who raised him be hung up and treated like a punching bag he broke the chains holding up your arms, with a sword that always hanged loosely on his belt.

Guards came rushing in as you finally felt your hands in God knows how long.

You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

Guards came in and started pushing him out

He screamed and thrashed in their hold.

"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKS, IM TALKING WITH MY BROTHER, WAIT-

NO NO WAIT-

Y-!"

his voice got cut off as he was forced out and the metal door slammed shut.

The guards looked at your weak form on the ground and scoffed as they pulled you up and tied you by your wrists.

So much for feeling your hands again

This time you didn't hear a voice, not even a peep.

Just quiet footsteps as they came closer and closer to you.

You felt gentle arms around your torso, careful as to not hurt you as sobs emitted from said person.

Tommy, the youngest out of all of you.

You looked at his dirty blonde hair and wanted to reach out and hug him so bad as he hugged and cried onto your broken skin.

His sobs filled out the room as tears fell from your eyes at the sight of your little brother in pain.

All because of you

Your family was suffering

Your friends were suffering

Everyone was suffering

Because of you

"All right, visiting times over kid, scram" spoke your torturer and you wanted to punch him faceless because of how he talked to your brother.

He only glared at the man but then took notice of the various array of weapons desplayed on his cart.

Full of blood, your blood, to be precise.

"hey, wait, no." He said as he stared.

Two more guards came out and went towards him when they realized he had no plans of leaving.

"HEY! NO! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON DOING TO HIM! NO! DONT YOU DARE-" Spoke the blonde haired kid as they dragged him out, tears falling from his blue eyes.

"Something permanent" spoke your abuser as he smirked at your disheveled younger brother being forced out of the room.

You could hear your name being called and sobs from the other side.

No

No

NO

NO

NONO

NONONONO

NO GOD PLEASE

Don't leave me please

Philza...

Techno...

Wilbur....

Tommy...

Don't leave me to die alone please...

[k1ng0fn0b0dy]

💜 DAY 2 OF MONSTER WEEK — WEREWOLF TECHNOBLADE

[1500+ words]

[Gender-Neutral]

Description: It's in the title. You wander into a forest and meet a huge wolf, bonding ensues.

[Read the rest under the cut]

You had been adopted a few weeks ago. The couple, Mr and Mrs. Bagans, who adopted you were on the older side, feeling more like grandparents than parents. You didn't mind though, you were too old to have people parent you now.

The town you moved to was on the more rural side. It wasn't small by any means but most of the fields were full of crops with walkable trails to most of the town. In fact, there was even a forest right behind your new backyard, though you'd have to hop the wooden fence.

Of course, like any normal teenager, you hop the fence regularly. It's not really your fault. With the town being as close-knit as it is, you had to go somewhere isolated to get any real free time, without the pressure of ruining your new and tentative relationships within the town.

The forest is full of noise. You can hear all kinds of critters around you, though your personal favorite are the chipmunks. They're very cute and they always give you a wide berth, which is appreciated.

You had liked to think you knew the forest pretty well so far, emphasis on had. You don't know what confidence had overcome you today but you walked farther into the forest than you ever have before. So far, in fact, that you've found yourself lost as the sun starts dipping, casting the forest into a chilling darkness.

Your only comfort was it was still loud. All the critters were awake, so you weren't alone. At this point, you were trying your best to find something familiar, although you weren't quite sure if you were going further into the forest or out of it. Guess you'll find out eventually.

Eventually, the sun really was gone and the forest was quieter. You had to face the truth now, you were lost. Your heart pounded in your chest, as if to fill the void of silence. It was so loud that for a second you didn't realize how quiet everything had gone.

Your breath hitched despite yourself and you pressed yourslef into a tree, waiting to see what had made all the animals flee. Rapidly, something ran towards you. Something big, with heavy footsteps and an imposing shadow.

You were going to die, alone in a forest where no one would ever find your bones. You would never have Mrs. Bagans' deicious apple pie again or go pick up groceries with Mr. Bagans in his old, bruised truck. Immediately, you started crying.

You could care less how snotty your nose had gotten. The only things around were bugs and they woudn't be able to tell your embarrasing last moments if someone did manage to find your body. You were already on the floor by now, sobbing harder now that it had gone silent again. Now you really were alone.

Slowly something walked towards you with obvious, heavy footsteps. You're mid-wiping your tears away when you look up, instantly screaming.

The wolf was about 10x larger than any wolf you've ever seen and didn't instantly pounce when you screamed. Actually, you were pretty sure it had winced.

When you had stopped screaming, though heaven only knows how long that had taken, you were crying again. You felt like a crybaby with how much you've been crying and obviously, the wolf thought so too. it plopped only the forest floor, seemingly bored by your tears.

You didn't wipe away the tears this time, worried that maybe if you looked away, it would attack. it didn't though. You were just both staring at each other, silently.

Now, you wouldn't say you're a nervous talker. Although, in another (more honest) way, you were absolutely a nervous talker. "Hi," Your voice wobbled like you were seconds away from crying (you were). "Mr. Terrifying Wolf, please don't kill me."

The wolf huffed like it was offended at the thought. You nodded like it made any sense at all. "I didn't mean to interrupt you with my crying." Definitely true, although technically it was the reason you were crying in the first place. "You're good to leave, please."

You whispered that last bit under your breath but Mr. Terrifying Wolf definitely heard you. Its lip raised in an almost snarl that fell quickly when you whimpered. "Sorry, I'm sorry. You can leave whenever you want."

"I'm lost right now," You continued, not even taking a breath. You were scared that if you tried, you wouldn't be able to. "I don't know how far from I am from town. I've only been in Fleurrh for two weeks. I don't even know if people will look for me, they hardly know me."

You burry your head in your lap, "I sound crazy right now. Rambling to a wolf because I'm scared I might die. Maybe dying would be easier at this point, I would stop worrying."

It stared at you, emotionless, before slowly standing up. Now that you saw it at its full height, without tears blocking your sight, you could tell it was definitely 10x larger than any regular wolf, maybe even bigger.

You pressed your eyes closed and ducked your head again, trying not to start crying again. it was walking towards you, maybe it finally got hungry again. Maybe you were finally going to die.

A hard, sand-paper-like surface, uncomfortably damp, licked the side of your face. Your eyes popped open on their own, staring, dumbfounded at the large wolf. It stepped back with a very dissatisfied face like your salty, teary face tasted worse than whatever raw mouse it had eaten before this. it stamped its foot down, looking like a particularly upset dog, and stared at you expectantly.

You leaned heavily against the tree you had been sitting at as you stood, slowly. Mr. Terrifying Wolf paws at the ground and you slowly walked toward him. "What's happening right now? Am I really listening to a wolf right now?"

Mr. Terriffying Wolf stared you down and you shut your mouth. He turned away and you muttered, "This is a very bad plan. I'm going to get myself killed." Then, you started following slowly as Mr. Terrifying Wolf leads you deeper (out of?) the forest.

"This is pretty," You mumble as he leads you in a canopy, full of far more light than the rest of the forest. Mr. Terrifying Wolf plops himself down on a bed of grass so you sit down too, a bit too close to them than you'd like.

"It's so cold here," You complain quietly. You were so sure Mr. Terrifying Wolf was already asleep but he peeks over at you lazily, letting you know he was not, in fact, asleep. "Sorry," You murmur, "I guess I didn't prepare for getting lost in the woods today."

Mr. Terrifying wolf huffs, like you were joking. To spite him, you nod, "Honestly, if this had happened on Tuesday, I would've brought my lost-in-the-woods coat and worn my lost-in-the-woods shoes."

You swear that if this wolf had been human, he'd be smiling. Actually, now that you think about it, "You act oddly human."

"I mean," You speed your way through saying, "You didn't hurt me. You understand me. You even brought me here." You look over and stare quietly for a second, he stares back. "You're a lot smarter than most humans..."

Mr Terrifying Wolf closes his eyes and you let the conversation die there. You sigh deeply and turn away, curling into yourself and letting yourself go. As you drift into an uneasy sleep, you can almost feel fur brushing against your chin.

{《☆》}

You wake up warm, hands tangled into soft sheets. Your eyes burn as you sit upright, the sun blinding you. You look around rapidly, seeing no trees, no wolf. Just strong, white walls and the clean white bedsheets you're tangled in.

When someone walks in, you find out that you had been found at the hospital's door easily in the morning. Covered in dirt and fur. Mr. and Mrs. Bagans worried over you the entire week, insisting to take the blame for your own reckless actions. In fact, everyone in the town seemed to be oddly kind to you, though your only guess is that they pity you for getting lost. Quite embarrassing.

It's only two weeks after being found that you manage to get some free time and sneak back into the forest.

You don't wander far, he finds you first. He stomps his feet at you and you smile, feeling that same fearless confidence that got you lost the first time as you walk over, petting his soft fur. "Thank you. You're very kind."

Mr. Terrifying but Nice Wolf huffs but leans into your hands. He pulls away a minute later and disappears into the trees. You wait a moment and a pink-haired man, tall and menacing, steps out of the trees your wolf friend dissapeared into.

"Nice to meet you," You stick your hand out, "I'm Y/N."

Mr. Terrifying but Nice Werewolf huffs, familiar and harmless, and shakes your hand. "Technoblade."

{《☆》}

[WHOOOO DAY TWO OF MONSTER FUCKERS WEEK (ignore that its a few hours late)]

[Anyways, go check out the Prompt List to see who's next. Take care of yourself, charge your phone and drink some water! PEOPLE CARE ABOUT YOUUUU!]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Masterlist

Taglist: @creatorofstars

[sam-winchesters-my-bf55]

hi! can you please do a technoblade x platonic!reader? if not, that’s totally fine! hope you have a good day/afternoon/evening!

Times like these

A/N: ART IS NOT MINE!!!! Credits to the artist!! Also sorry this is so short and it took so long!!

It was a normal day for you and techno. You two had done some minor chores, sorted potions, and a few other things, laughing and talking per usual.

And then you decided to go back into techno cabin, and have some tea. You sat in one of the large comfy chairs that were in the 'living room' and he went straight to the kitchen, getting your the kettle and filling it with water, placing it on the stove to come to a boil. He got out a few different types of tea, letting you choose between them all.

You picked your favorite, and then he started to tell you some stories about him and Phil. Nothing serious, just some times about how he trips over his own feet occasionally or how they put up trapdoors instead of windows because Phil couldn't see them, as well as a few of his potato farm stories. You shared a few storied of your own, some stories about Tommy and wil bickering and it ended up in a huge prank war between the two, a few funny stories from your childhood, and just reminiscing on some memories you had with techno.

After you finished your tea, you both decided to chill out, with techno lighting a fire in his fireplace. Phil came back, and you all sat by the fire, and ended up falling asleep there. It was times like these, where no matter what, you wouldn't trade it for the world.

[canonically-a-genloser]

c!peer pressure duo headcanons

so this is kinda geared towards reader being platonically married to c!beeduo but it doesn't have to be (I only specifically mentioned like two hcs for that)

i was missing Techno a ton so here, I'm kinda hoping this'll help msdmfndnd not proofread

Techno and Ranboo are the ultimate chaotic calm

mix that with any sense of humor and you've definitely got a good trio

both of them have difficulty with Techno's voices and Ranboo's voice which would probably prove stressful at times to say the least

y'all pull through though

these two would be so fun to hang out with

i mentioned mining with Ranboo but with Techno? whole different story

y'all probably end up seeking monster spawners to break the server with

Ranboo's creation of infinite cake definitely helps you three out when aDvEnTuReS

Techno brings you to blow stuff up regularly I wouldn't doubt

anyways

at night if any of the three of you have trouble sleeping Techno talks about mythology until you're able to rest

he claims it's solely for the sake of you and Ranboo being able to function/fight if need be but everyone knows he cares a lot

Techno definitely enjoys spending time with Michael as well. Techno, you, Ranboo, and Tubbo could spend hours in the woods walking with the kid and taking turns carrying him

dueling practice with Techno. need i say more

Techno makes sure Ranboo has a book at all times. if it's not the memory book even. anything's better than nothing

you would probably have a book as well. Techno makes sure of that, especially if you enjoy writing/drawing

Techno probably can't cook too well, he seems like a person who would burn it and proceed to eat it

so we leave the cooking to Phil

lastly imagine the hugs Techno would give

he tries not to seem like it but he gives off "doesn't let go first" vibes

and he waits for you to be ready

mans would absolutely be the best

Ranboo definitely tries at hugs

he's very lanky so it's slightly awkward but you make it work

memory boy our beloved

ALRIGHT SO THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT, MY EYES ARE CLOSING BUT THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS YOU'RE AMAZING (:

[slimeyliveshere]

Drawing

Status: DONE ✨ Words: 908 Pronouns: She/her A/N: Football AU ==============================================================

The bright field lights shone on the field as I walked into the stadium. Fashionly is late as always. The score currently showed that SBI was ahead by 7 points. I quickly made my way over to the side bleachers where fewer people sat. Correction there where only one college-aged guy and a high schooler. they were sitting on the first row of bleachers painting each other's nails. One of the boys waved to me. I recognized him from one of my classes, Karl maybe. I started to walk up the bleachers my sketchbook still in my arms after giving him a small smile. 'I am only here for the assignment' I reminded myself. As soon as I sat down the bell went off starting halftime. I opened my sketchbook to get started on the drawing. "Uhm... (Y/N) right?" The same boy who sat at the end of the bleachers now stood right in front of me. "Yeah? Your Karl right?" I asked the guy. His face lit up with a smile. "Yeah! And that's Ranboo he guessed behind his back to the freakishly tall high schooler. "Would you mind if we sat next to you?" Karl asked. "Sure you can..." I told the boys. Karl ran down the bleachers and grabbed his backpack and nail polish. He walked back up Ranboo following him. I went back to sketching the people onto the field. A good hour later I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Karl. "Could I... I... Uhm... CouldIpaintyournails?" his words came out in a blur. I set my half-done sketchbook to the side and turned to Karl. I put my hands out a lopsided smile on my face. He took the queue, grabbed one of my hands, and grabbed a bright shade of purple and black nail polish. The colors were the color of the SMP college football jersey. While sitting there I noticed Karl was wearing the jerseys the people on the field were wearing. "You didn't tell me you played," I questioned Karl who sat in front of me focusing on my nails. "Yeah, I guess I do. I am out for a sprained ankle for the next two weeks" he said sticking out his bad ankle," he said laughing a little. Ranboo sat next to me jumping up when his team- the SBI School district got a little closer to a touchdown. "THE GAME'S ALMOST OVER TOMMY! RUN AS YOU'VE NEVER RUN BEFORE TOMMY!" Ranboo yelled over the crowd quite a few people staring at him. SMP was ahead by 7 points. Just then Callahan broke out of the group of boys jumping on Tommy. Ranboo's mouth fell agape as he watched his friend get pulled to the ground as the buzzer went off. The black-clad side of the bleachers jumped screaming out and hugging their neighbors. Karl jumped up shouting and started to run down the bleachers the best he could and toward the field to celebrate with his team. Ranboo just started screaming profanity into the thin night air. Soon, the bleachers cleared out to go celebrate the win against SBI. Expect the football team. "HEY, (Y/N)! YEAH, YOU ART NERD!" my head jerked up from my sketchbook and found the source of the all too familiar voice. My ex-the-football-captain-grade-cheater-jerk, Dream. The group of overly arrogant football players now stood at the foot of the bleachers. "How's a single life going?" Dream asked a smirk on his face. Karl stood behind him looking quite guilty. He glimpsed up and mouthed a silent sorry to you. Before Dream could throw any more insults at you a tall male walked up behind Dream and grabbed the back of his jersey. "What is happening here, Dream?" the male asked in a monotone voice. All the football players took a step back except for Dream who stood ridged in his place.       "No-nothing Techno," Dream stammered tripping over his words. Karl turned and broke away from his team and ran up the bleachers and clasping onto my waist. Ranboo now stood behind you glaring daggers at Dream.       "Good, now scram," growled at the captain of the football team allowing him to run toward a group of girls at the entrance his group of goons followed him beside Karl.       "Ranboo? She good?" Techno shouted up from the bottom of the bleachers.       Ranboo looked down at me. "You good?" he asked unrest in the back of his eyes. I looked back up at them and smiled up at Ranboo.       "All good," I piped. Ranboo turned to Techno and gave him a thumbs up. Karl who was still holding on to my waist finally let go.       "Ranboo! The team wants to get Freddy's come on!" Techno shouted from where he still stood after he threatened Dream away. Ranboo's face broke into a smile. He scribbled something onto a lilac sticky note before sticking it to my face and taking the steps two at a time to get to the walkway and outside the stadium with Techno on his tail. I reached up to my face and pulled off the sticky note. On it was two phone numbers. One had 'Ranbo' above it.  The other had a note         ' Techno talks about you all the time I am doing him a favor ' above the second set of numbers. Karl stood next to you reading over your shoulder.       "(y/n)'s got a date!" Karl declared in a sing-song voice.

[ichosetenderplaces]

Lesson Learned (Wish Me Luck)

!Prince!HybridPiglin!Technoblade x !Squire!HybridRabbit!Reader After watching your village be raided and plundered, you vow to yourself to make every single one of those bastards pay. However, after arriving at the military camp, you soon realize a certain problem stands in your way. One with the pinkest hair you've ever seen and heated glares to match. Made as a companion piece to my other work, Howling For You.

This is hell. You’ve been at this training camp for weeks. When Sam picked you up from your smoldering village far out in the barren wasteland you’d thought you were saved. You should’ve known you were screwed the second he gave you the ultimatum.

-“Listen, it’s either the orphanage, or we can send you to a camp full of kids like you who want to fight back against the people who burn down your villages. It’s one or the other, kid.”

Kids like you. Right. Totally. It’s not like every kid your age here is exactly eager to make friends. Granted, you aren’t either. But having your rations stolen, being shoved around like a toy, is more than enough to make you high tail it out of here like the coward you were before. The only thing stopping you is getting to beat the prick who started all of this in the first place into the ground. 

So high and mighty for someone built like a bean pole. God, what you’d have given for a small warning before beating that pink haired bastard in a spar on your first day. 

No matter how hard he’d come at you, well timed swipes aimed for non lethal areas, you’d dodge out of the way faster than he’d get a hit on you. Quickly aiming your own swipe at him, you’d knock him to the ground before he’d realize he missed. 

He’s been here a lot longer than you have been. At least you think so, with the amount of leverage and influence he has over everyone here. He never speaks a word to you, only heated glares and huffs whenever he even bothers to look in your direction. 

Your instructors are torn between encouraging the rivalry developing between you two, but you two are also actively tearing the camp apart. Most of his lackeys go out of their way to make your life a living hell. Bugs and snakes stuffed in your boots, stealing your sword, throwing mud, shoving you around in the mess hall. 

You do learn a lot here though. And by attending it makes it much easier to move up through the ranks once you graduate, at least according to Sam. There is nothing left for you outside these stone walls. Nothing but husks of buildings you used to call your village. The only thing you have is your sword, the top spot in your class, and a stupid pig headed rival.

The medical classes have always been your favorite. They remind you of the kind apothecary who’d take care of your scrapes when you crashed and burned. She always was your favorite, out of all the townspeople. But, it seems the world loves to make you suffer.

Getting put into groups was the norm for many of the activities at the camp, but you hated every one. It wasn’t the activities themselves, it was whoever you got stuck with. Over half of the people here hated your guts and with the instructors back turned they could do whatever they wanted. 

Sam is in attendance today providing support to the class. As a man who takes combat medicine incredibly seriously, he seems almost giddy when he spots you. You know that look. A cold sweat begins to over take you. That look is never a good sign. It’s the same one that got you assigned as pinkie’s main sparring partner. You risk a glance across the classroom at the man himself. Only to find he’s already giving you a heated look that screams ‘Don’t get in my way’. It seems he craves Sam’s praise just as much as you do. Unfortunately for him, you’ve never been good at staying out of his way. 

Before you can send a glare back at him, Sam begins the lesson. 

-“Goodmorning young squires! Today we will be working in groups of two. Your groups are written on the board. Find your partner fast so we may begin the lesson.”

Snapping your attention to the board at the front of the room, your eyes roam down the list. After not seeing your own and Technoblade’s already halfway down, you can feel that cold sweat from earlier come back at full force. Finally arriving at the very bottom, you see your name written right next to his own.

After a moment of blankly staring off into the wall, you realize the rigid form behind you is none other than the bastard himself. You hear him click his tongue and you move to look up at him. He doesn’t even look at you before turning around and heading for an empty table. With nothing else to do, you follow him. 

You pull out your own chair and settle in next to him in absolute silence. The other squires seem to realize the rising tension in the room, and their silence only further makes the room feel tight and constricted. Internally, you are all but begging Sam to be on with the lesson. The faster you get this done, the faster you can get out of here and go back to your drills. But, you realize, Sam is not going to give you relief from this hell of a situation he has created, if anything, he seems to want to drag this out as far as it’ll go. 

Sam’s smile only grows at the sight of you two refusing to even acknowledge each other while simultaneously sitting barely a foot apart. He sees your potential, the damage you two could do if only you’d work together. Sam has twice the amount of patience than you two combined, and he is nothing if not tenacious to see you two become brothers in arms. 

He plows on with the lesson. Technoblade makes you hold the book and you acquiesce, if only because you know he doesn’t have his glasses on him, and will read the instructions wrong, a fact you choose to cut the tension with. 

-“You break your glasses Pinkie?”

Admittedly, you did not mean to add on the nickname you’ve been calling him for weeks. But after calling him that in your head in almost every interaction, it seemed to have slipped from your lips in a teasing tone. 

-“No.” 

Okay, so maybe, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. If not from his response, then from the icy glare he sends your direction and the way his body tenses up the same way it does before he goes in to attack you. 

Taking the cue to shut up as fast as possible, you do exactly that. Sending a quick glance up at the ceiling in prayer that you make it out of this class alive, you continue to read out the instructions for him. 

You’re making a common salve today. The type that gets put over open wounds before applying bandages. You used to help that apothecary make these all the time. After watching Techno stumble through another step, you decide to step in. 

-”You’re not grinding down the plants enough, here, give it to me.”

You don’t expect him to fully snap back at you. You don’t expect his enraged words to be loud enough to reach everyone in the room. But, you should know by now to ever let your guard down around him. 

-”Just because you beat me in spars doesn’t give you any right to boss me around like I am beneath you. You walk around like the blood god himself gave you those talents, but everyone here knows you're nothing if not a low born, egotistical, bossy rabbit that doesn’t know when to shut up.”

His words burn right through you. Sure, you’re not exactly the friendliest person around, and sure, you can stand to be a bit more social. But calling you a low born? That has to be the steepest he’s ever dropped to try and hurt you with his words. After all, he can never seem to get a hit on you edgewise. 

And hey, maybe if you were a better person, you wouldn’t have reached for that pestle and mortar. The one with the horribly ground leaves that aren’t going to do jack shit and you both know it. But before you can actually hit him, Sam reaches over and snatches it from your hands. Like a deer caught in headlights, you both turn to look at him. 

-”You two, follow me. Now.”

You both rise to make excuses to the man, but he shuts you both down faster than you can get a word in. 

-”I don’t want to hear it.” 

The stern tone from the man is enough to make you both go rigid, and as he turns to leave you both scramble to fall into step behind him. He quietly leads the two of you to one of the many training areas used for sparring. A sense of foreboding came rushing over you as you realized what he was about to make you two do. Leaving the two of you standing there, he walks over to the wooden weapons rack. After inspecting three of the practice swords, he tosses one to each of you. 

Turning to address both of you, he starts off with a lesson that you know will be leaving your body sore for days.

-”I want the two of you to work together. You both have potential, and even more potential by working together. Yet you squander it to act like children. This is a military training camp, there is no time for petty feelings or actions. The both of you are going to work together to disarm me and if you can’t by sundown, I’m putting the both of you on stall cleaning for a month.”

You can feel the blood draining from your face and if the glance you give Techno tells you anything, it's that he feels the same way. The kind of mental gymnastics you have to do to stomach the thought of working with him vastly outweighs the threat of cleaning horse stalls for a month. 

Sundown. He said sundown and it's already nearing dusk. Sam just stares at the two of you before you snap into your stances. You don’t say a word to Techno and he doesn’t to you. Honestly, it feels like you don’t even need to when you go in for a swipe at Sam’s legs, leaving Techno just enough room to stab at Sam’s chest. But, Sam blocks Techno and you roll away from a well placed kick and resume circling him. 

You look to Techno for wordless confirmation and at his nod you both move into place. See, the one thing you’ve always had on your side was your speed. Kick someone fast and hard enough and you’ll have them seeing stars long enough to easily take them down. Techno, on the other hand, has his height and brute force to bring people to their knees. And with the arrival of dusk, the two of you will do damn near anything to avoid those stalls.

Sheathing your sword, you run full force at Sam’s back. Giving a knee kick right along his upper back to force the air out of him. You barely dodge his sword coming back, only saved by Techno rearing up and hitting his sword along Sam’s. While Techno overpowers him, you continue to rain down hits along his knees and back. Finally, Sam drops to his knees and loses his grip on his sword. 

The sun is setting while the three of you walk back to the barracks in silence. Sam chooses to part from the two of you halfway through to go to his office. The air is quiet while the two of you continue to walk. Techno stops before the split of the gender assigned barracks and gives you a stare. This one has no heat, no irritation, no anger. You stare right back with the same kind of look. After a minute of staring, he turns without a second thought. Releasing a breath you didn’t know you held, you turn and make your way into your barrack.

[nerdysleepybunny]

M A S T E R L I S T : DreamSMP

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Headcanons

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Rambles

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Fics

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[sunshine-on-marz]

Go for the heart

——— -technoblade x reader- ———

Enemies to lovers

Royal AU

Tw: blood, slight gore, weapons, fire, death, fighting

Cw: not angst but not all fluff

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“Sylvee, where are we goinggg” you whined, your maid and one of your best friends had dragged you from the training grounds (where you weren’t supposed to be, as you’re brother forbid you from doing anything that could hurt you) “shhh, they don’t know you’re coming” she whispered. Puzzled, you kept following her, until you came to an opening in the trees, that’s where you saw him. Technoblade. “Sylvee, I cant talk to the enemy.” The three boys jumped and saw you. Wilbur and Tommy seemed angry at the blonde girl who was clearly leading you towards them, knowing that she had put their lives in direct danger by bringing you near them. You immediately drop the sword you where holding and bowed to the men. “Prince Thomas, Prince Wilbur, Chief Technoblade. You are in no danger as far as I can control, but I will protect myself and my maid as needed.” As you stood and saw Sylvee standing you smacked her shoulder to make her bow quickly. “Sylvee, why am I here?” You asked as you picked back up your sword. “You’re infront of the best swordsman on this side of the globe, if you want to learn, learn from him” she said before running back to your home.

Sighing you turn back to the men. “Gentlemen, I am so sorry for her behavior-“ you then notice the pink haired man kneel infront of you and hold out a hand. While it is proper, you didn’t expect a proper introduction from the commanding chief of your enemy kingdom. Placing your hand in his he kisses your coronation ring and smiles. The two princes bow. “Boys boys, don’t be so stiff. You’re not in danger.” The elder prince speaks up “actually, by interacting with you, we are.” With a sigh you walk up to him and hold out your arms for a hug. The man seems shocked before stepping closer, you wrap your arms around him and hold him for a moment before stepping back. The brunette has tears in his eyes and whispers “thank you” you nod and smile “of course. I’m here for you darlin.” All three men seem shocked. The blonde speaks “b-but that’s against the rules, and by the rules I mean the law.” You smile at him, a toothy, cheeky, excited grin. “Oh doll, the rules don’t work on me. I’ll tell my brother to fuck off and I’ll stab a bitch.” You jab the air with your sword, making the teen laugh. Proud, you sheath your sword and turn to the pinkette. “Now, how do I convince you that I’m not a threat” you smile at the man. He holds a hand out and you shake it, but he doesn’t let go. You hold eye contact. He expects you to reach for your sword, but you don’t. Your sly grin changes to a small sweet smile. His grip loosens enough that you could have moved your hand, but you didn’t. Then he completely lets go and you let your hand drop. You’d not only gained his trust, but his respect. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you, despite the fact that he could’ve. You looked at him, to anyone else it would seem like you where sizing him up, but techno knew the look. You where trying to find out what’s wrong with him, he’d been giving you the same look. “Raised by my brother, grew up in a castle, you do the math” you say to him, he chuckles. “Fair enough” you sat yourself down on the ground and start picking at grass. Tommy sits next to you. “You can call me Tommy.” He says, you smile. “I think I’m gonna call you kiddo.” He seems gitty, happy to be accepted as a kid, not as a prince, but a kid. “Ok.” And he puts his head on your shoulder. After a while Techno grabs your sword. “Hey.” You say as you gently push the sleeping Tommy onto Wilbur’s shoulder instead of yours.

Techno swings the weapon, you catch his wrist mid swing, making him drop the blade from shock. “Woah” Wilbur whispered from behind you. You pick the sword up off the ground. “To slow.” You tease the caped man. In any other case he would’ve been pissed. “Wilbur, bring Tom inside for me” he said, the brunette nodding and doing as told. Once the younger two where gone, techno pulled you in by the hips. “How?” He asked “pattern recognition.” You say back, matter of factly. He nodds, asking for more information. “You swung upwards, you weren’t going to hit me, so you’re arm was going to swing left, to counteract your momentum, so I grabbed you before you could move” he seemed intrigued. Gently grabbing your cheek and leaning towards you. “What are you doing soldier?” You asked with a smirk. “You aren’t my king darling, I’d watch how you speak to me” you lean in a bit more “shut up and kiss me” he closes the gap, moving his hand from your shoulder to your hips, leaving one on your cheek. Once he pulled away and you opened your eyes, leaving your forehead resting on his and smiling. “So princess, may I walk you home?”

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Tags for all the lovely people I got hooked on this @a-gay-little-ghost-2 @kit-is-a-weeb @lillylvjy @art3m1s-adelia

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Of First Loves and Second Chances

A Tale of Choosing Love Against All Odds

Chapter One

Words: ~2.4k

Warnings: Allusions to death, nothing graphic. That’s all for this chapter, but there will be more warnings on later parts!

Notes: This one has been in the works since May, before Techno’s passing. I’m posting it here as a sort of tribute to my love for him, as I will likely not write anything else for his character. There’s gonna be six parts, and I’ll be posting one per week until it’s done. It’s been hard sometimes to write, definately a labour of love, and I’m excited to finally share it with you all!

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You had never thought that you would see him again. And yet, standing at the head of the Empire’s forces, there he was.

It was almost certainly him. Even after all these years, you would recognize his features anywhere. No one else had hair that shade of blush pink, nor did anyone else you’d ever seen have eyes that seemed to glow crimson in the sunlight. He was taller, certainly, and broader, dressed in unfamiliar and expensive looking armour, a red cape draped across his shoulders, but it was undeniably still him.

As a member of the forces stepped forward to announce the surrender of the King’s army to the Empire and subsequent change in ruler for your town, you could barely process a word of what they were saying, eyes focused only on the man in front of you.

Once the announcements were finished and the crowd had begun to disperse, you quickly uprooted yourself from the ground where you had been planted, stepping towards the Empire’s troops and calling out hesitantly.

“Technoblade?”

Red eyes snapped to meet yours.

Seven years ago.....

You ran through the centre of town, dodging around pedestrians with every step. Quickly darting around a corner and down an alleyway, you made your way towards a small natural area, a tree on a hill overlooking the river that ran through town. Sitting beneath the tree was a familiar silhouette, and you broke into a grin as you approached.

“Techno!” you cried out, waving your arm above your head frantically in greeting. The figure’s eyes snapped up at your call, sitting up straighter as his eyes scanned around for the source of the noise, relaxing as they locked onto you.

You collapsed on the ground next to him, chest heaving. “Hi,” you said, looking up at him from where you lay.

His lips lifted in the slightest hint of a smile. “Halloooo,” he replied. A quiet settled over the pair of you as you caught your breath. Sitting up after a couple of moments, you again initiate conversation.

“Did you bring it?” you ask excitedly, bouncing a bit in place.

He rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. “Of course I did, chill out,” as he speaks, he pulls a large, leather-bound book out from his satchel, “You know, with how excited you get about this every time, I’m beginning to think that you don’t actually know how to read...”

You swat his arm, scoffing, “I know how to read, asshole. It’s just better when you do it for me.”

“Sure, sure. You’ve definitely convinced me. Absolutely.”

You heave a dramatic sigh. “Just start reading, you jerk. I’ve had a hell of a day, and I just want to forget about it for a little while.”

He raises his eyebrows at you, clearly an invitation to share what you meant, but obligingly moves to open the book to the marked page regardless. You remain stubbornly silent, and he rolls his eyes before speaking.

“Will you please just tell me what’s on your mind and make this easier on the both of us?” he says, meeting your eyes head on for the first time that day. You hold his gaze, refusing to speak, as the staring contest begins.

The silence only lasts for a few seconds before you break.

“My parents have started looking at candidates for my betrothal.” You can’t maintain eye contact with him as you speak, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

He falls silent for a few, long moments.

“Ah. I see.”

“And it’s not fair!” you exclaim suddenly, finding that the dam has broken now that you’ve begun to speak, “I’ve only just turned sixteen! I don’t want to start thinking about the rest of my life right now, not when I haven’t even finished figuring out who I am yet!”

Techno looks at you, expression unreadable, but remains silent. You press on, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

“What if they choose somebody that I don’t like, and then I’m stuck with them for the rest of my life? What if they expect me to play pretty, quiet homemaker for them, and I never get to see the world outside of this town? What if they’re jealous, or mean?” You heave a shuddering breath, “What if they won’t let me spend time with you anymore?”

You see Techno’s arm reach for you hesitantly through your tears, before he awkwardly pats you on the shoulder. “I-I’m sure that your parents will take your feelings into account when making a choice...”

You sniffled. “Yeah, I guess...” You wipe your eyes, trying to get your breathing back under control. All the while, Techno sits next to you silently, his hand still on your shoulder, thumb running gently back and forth soothingly. It doesn’t seem like he realizes he’s doing this, gaze far away, looking like he’s very much deep in thought.

Just as you’re getting yourself back under control enough to start feeling embarrassed about your outburst, Techno abruptly stands up.

“I need to go,” he says, “I just remembered there’s something I need to do at home.”

“What?” you say, almost bursting into tears again, reaching out for and snagging the hem of his sleeve, “Can’t you stay for just a little longer? Can we read just one chapter?”

You give him your very best puppy dog eyes, but he holds firm, though his expression of steely determination does soften slightly.

“Starling,” You freeze at the use of the familiar nickname, so rarely uttered any longer. “Do you trust me?”

Techno is uncharacteristically serious in this moment, red eyes boring into yours. You find yourself nodding without really thinking too much about it, struck dumb for the moment with the nickname still echoing in your ears. He gives you the smallest hint of a smile, quickly detaching your grip from his sleeve in order to hold your hand loosely in his own.

“Then trust me when I say that everything is going to be just fine,” he says as he begins backing away from you, keeping a hold of your hand until the last possible second, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As he turns around and walks away, you remain seated on the hill, watching his figure disappear from view, becoming nothing more than a smudge of pink in your eye-line before vanishing entirely, wondering all the while what, exactly, he has up his sleeve.

You watch as several expressions flicker over his face in rapid succession. Confusion and wariness morph into a spark of recognition, which then turns to disbelief and hope.

“...Starling?” he breathes out, as though hardly daring to believe it. Struck dumb, all you can do is nod frantically, tears welling up in your eyes, one hand coming up to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle your sobs.

In three long strides, Technoblade has made his way over to where you’re standing, one hand reaching out hesitantly to cup your cheek. “Gods above, look at you,” he says reverently, “You’re just as lovely as I remembered.”

Unable to hold back any longer, you fling yourself forward, crashing against his chest. He catches you with a surprised grunt.

“I thought you were dead,” you sob.

His arms close around you tightly. You feel him exhale a breathy laugh into your hair as he says, “Technoblade never dies.”

You get a few more blissful seconds in his arms before someone clears their throat behind the pair of you.

“Uh, my liege...?” the new voice says, hesitantly, “We’re prepared to head back to camp now. Will you be joining us, or...?”

You feel Techno sigh against your hair. He loosens his hold on you just enough to turn and face the newcomer, but his arm is still holding you tight to his side. Suddenly becoming aware of the rather large audience there to witness your reunion, your face begins to flush a deep red. You bury your face in Technoblade’s side, mortified. Mind still reeling from the combination of shock and embarrassment, you don’t process a single word being spoken above your head, not really coming back to the present moment until Techno nudges you gently.

“Did you hear a word I just said, Starling?” he asks you gently. You shake your head wordlessly. He sighs again, but it sounds fond.

“We’ll be heading back to camp for the night, and then heading back to the Capitol as soon as we can break the camp down, so probably in a couple of days,” Techno says, and your heart drops. You had just gotten him back, and he was already leaving again. Unaware of your inner turmoil, he continues on, “You’ll probably need some warmer clothes, it gets pretty cold that far north, and we’ll have to have you fitted for a ring, in the Empire’s colours....”

He continues to ramble on, as you pause in your despairing thoughts, blink, and interject his spiel.

“Wait, hold on-- you... want me to come with you?”

He stops speaking, clearly caught off guard, before hesitantly beginning again. “Uh, yeah? Do... do you not want to?”

“No, no!” you hurry to reassure, “I want to! I just—I’ll have to pack my things up... and the house will need to be taken care of. Oh, and I’ll have to let Mrs. Leetch know I won’t be back to work, and--”

Techno cuts off your rambling before it can get too frantic, cupping your cheek with a gentle expression. “Alright, calm down. We’ll get it all sorted, I promise. I’ll have some of my men help you out with moving your things and whatever else you need done around the house, and I’m sure Niki would be happy to help you out with packing your personal possessions.”

“Sire, surely you can’t be serious--” the soldier who interrupted earlier begins, before Technoblade whirls around on him, expression hard and eyes blazing. “Think carefully about your next words, soldier,” he practically snarls, “if you aren’t careful, they might be your last.”

The man gulps. “N-nothing to add, sire. Sorry, sire. I’ll ask Lord Craft to begin mobilizing the rest of the battalion back towards camp.” The man scurries away, throwing a single, fearful glance over his shoulder as he approaches the crowd of troops. Techno watches him go the whole way, expression cold and steely. It’s an expression you’ve never seen him wear before; you don’t like it.

Returning his gaze to you, the expression practically melts off of his face, leaving only gentle eyes behind. “May I walk you home?” he asks, voice a pleasantly deep rumble. You can do nothing but nod, snuggling deeper into his side as you begin to lead the way back to your house.

The windows are dark at the house once you arrive, and Techno’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Are your parents out of town, Starling? I would have liked to say hello at least before I steal you away,” he says with a sardonic grin. You smile back, a little strained, and begin playing with the hemline of your top, a nervous habit you’ve never managed to kick. Techno’s smile falls, and he takes your hand in his.

When you look up to meet his eyes, he quirks an eyebrow up in lieu of asking you verbally to tell him what’s the matter. You take a deep breath in, bracing yourself. Might as well just come out and say it, you think.

“My parents, they uh... there was a sickness, about three years ago now and they—they didn’t make it.”

“Oh, Starling...” Techno says, clutching your hand even tighter, “I’m sorry to hear that. Have you been alone all this time?”

Again, you nod, tears welling up in your eyes once more. “Gods, I wish I could have found you sooner,” he says, sounding as heartbroken as a man as even-toned as him can get.

Moving slowly, enough so that you could pull away if you wanted, Techno pulls you back into an embrace, and you allow yourself to cry into his shoulder for a few long moments before attempting to compose yourself.

Pulling away from him slightly, but remaining in the circle of his arms, you look to his face and ask, “Would you like to come inside a while?”

Regretfully, he shakes his head. “I need to be getting back to camp before the sun sets or else they’ll worry. Especially Wilbur, that mother hen.”

As though he can sense your growing disappointment, he continues on, “But, I’ll be back here tomorrow, mid-morning, to start getting you packed up and ready to move. Sound good?”

“Yeah, alright,” you say, “I can live with that.”

You pull away from him incrementally, his grip sliding down your arms to your hands as you step away from his embrace, clinging onto the tips of his fingers for as long as you can before letting your hands fall to your sides. It still doesn’t really feel real, like as soon as you turn your back on him, he’ll vanish. You say as much, and Techno smiles, just the barest hint of a thing, replying with, “I know. I feel the same.”

He takes a breath in, and makes eye contact with you again, stepping once again into your arms reach to take your hands, ruby red eyes boring into yours. “Do you still trust me?” he asks, and you tell him you do. Of course you do.

“Then trust me when I say that this is all real, and that I’ll see you in the morning. Now, go inside. It’s getting chilly.”

You allow yourself to squeeze his hands one last time before dropping them entirely, turning around, and walking up the stairs to unlock the door to your house. As you open the door, you turn to look over your shoulder at Technoblade, only to find him already staring at you.

He raises a hand. “Goodnight, Starling,” he says softly, “sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning.” And then he turns and begins to walk away, towards the outskirts of town. You stand in the doorway until his silhouette has vanished into the setting sun before you enter your home, and begin your evening routine.

As you close your eyes in bed, you think back over the events of the evening, and for the first time in a long while, you go to sleep looking forward to tomorrow.

Sooo... What do you think so far? Most of this is pre written, so it'll be easy to keep up with the posting schedule. I'm really proud of it!

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Rest in peace Technoblade

Part 2

I reread my first Technoblade story and thought it was cringe. Because I've actually gotten better at writing.

Soooooo

(Y/n pov)

My brother always told me that if I ever ran into the blood god. To run away immediately, because a long time ago a god of money forced the two to fight for entertainment and Dream lost.

(Mr.Beast is the god of money because I think it's funny)

So to be standing a foot away from him and to challenge him in a battle. Makes me a bit scared. This man is nicknamed the blood god because he takes no prisoners and rips whole governments down by himself.

This man is legendary in combat and here I am.

Getting my ass kicked...

I swing with the intention to kill, he dodges

I get far enough away and shoot for my crossbow, He CATCHES the fucking arrow!

Everything I do, just to make a dent in his armor. While I'm struggling with 2 and a half hearts.

I fall to my knees, knowing my punishment for trying to fight the blood God.

"I'm surprised you lasted that long!" I hear a British mans voice say.

"Wilbur..." I mumble as I turn my head to see him standing by the foot of the cave. He's standing in a new outfit and smoking a cigar.

"in the flesh, now. what are you doing here?" He says while all playfulness leaves his voice.

"I can handle this Wilbur," Technoblade says "oh, I know you can Technoblade. But I want Y/n, the 'sibling' of Dream. To suffer," I get concerned because of the mans hatred for my brother.

"I wanted to join!" I blurt out without thinking due to my fear. as I look up to see the piglin man. "Oh really?" Wilbur chuckles as he drags me inside by the back of my armor.

"what can you do for us?" He asks as I'm chained by four points. "First of all, kinky. But secondly I have supplies. For all of you!" I motion towards my messenger bag.

He pulls out 4 AND A HALF STACKS! of god apples, and some enchanted armor.

"Holy shit" I hear another, younger voice shout. "Shut up Tommy" Wilbur says firmly as I struggle to get free.

"if it's not to much to ask, can someone kindly get me the fuck out of this thing!?" I shout as I struggle to get free.

And Technoblade walks over while mumbling some things under his breath.

"get them out Tech, I need to interrogate them for a bit." Wilbur says with a smirk as he walk into his part of the cave.