#12Etudes

[lovehostess]

12 Études

C!Technoblade x reader

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Ch1: Op 10: No.1 In C Major

“My Dearest,

Upon reading this letter you must know firstly that I am safe. There were rumours about the escape of a certain enemy of mine and the syndicate must react. However, the ties you have with him may place you in harm’s way thus I left without alerting your presence. My most sincere apologies, but your safety is my priority. I am accompanied by Phil should you be worried thinking that I am on my own. I will return to you shortly. 

Yours,

Technoblade”

Frowning as you read the letter, you decided to push away the thought of the escape of an enemy you did not know was locked up in the first place. The letter was freshly written evident by the movement of the black ink, Techno must’ve left hurriedly as our living room was a big mess. There were still potions brewing on its stands and stacks of lapis was scattered on the floor. You sighed to yourself and started cleaning up the mess, your head filled up with the thought of him. Worry started to flow but you snapped out of it knowing it will do you no good, he will remain safe, Technoblade never dies anyway.

It was extremely cold outside but you were bored and there was nothing much to do on your own, so you decided to take a walk. Usually, you would play with your dogs in the extreme weather with Techno or farm some honey with Philza and even sometimes you would bake desserts. Although, after Techno formed the syndicate, it would seem like your days are mostly filled with endless training, strategising and improving your enchantment skills. Then again, you are the wicked witch.

You were a stranger to the Dream SMP and the countries or nations surrounding it, coming from a small village, you were born during a raid. Your mother passed in childbirth and your father was not known. Interestingly enough, one of the evokers took pity on you, you were only a babe after all. He raised you as if you were his own, he taught you how to harness magic and read you stories about both ancient and world history every night, you lived lavishly in a mansion no man dared to enter. Living there was amusing to say the least, with creepers trying to blow themselves up as a way to play with you. It was difficult to accept the fact that you were raised by an enemy, someone who attacked the village that could have been your home, but you came to terms with it.

You met Technoblade years later. He was in search of a totem you know only your adoptive father’s kind may give - in return for their life. The mansion you reside in has no more of his kind, after your father passed and inherited it to you, the mobs that remained are only there to protect you while the others moved to a new one thousands of blocks away. Technoblade came on his own, fully armed, prepared to face your friends; zombies, creepers, skeletons alike. However, he was not prepared to see a young woman with a striking h/c hair, wrapped in a silk dress with wine on hand. “You look like you’re gonna fight a war” is the first sentence you said to him, lips curled into a smile - the smile that brought the blood god to his knees. And so instead of finding a totem, he found you - and he never once failed to apologise for his attempt of murdering your father’s kind in which you always responded with a gentle laugh and a “Had you not sought for the totem, you would not find me.” 

You moved in with him in his retirement house after he expressed how anxious he has become for your safety when you are blocks away, even though he was well aware you are capable of defending yourself. It was peaceful for a while, your life was incredibly boring but no one ever really mentioned how that could be enjoyable. When Tommy barged in, you were the one who persuaded your lover to let him stay. He was only a boy and had been continuously manipulated by the man you once shared history with. You cherished him like a little brother. Tommy was incredibly amusing albeit rather annoyingly, he even gave you the nickname Wicked Witch after knowing your gifts. But alas, it was all for nothing as he betrayed you - bitterness still lingers deep in your heart.

As you walk down the snowy road, you start to feel the energy of the nether portal, buzzing with the power of hell. Contemplating whether or not you should walk in to see what has been going around there. Maybe you could have a chat and share a glass of wine with some piglins in the bastion. But then the aura shifted, the portal buzzed louder, the energy was strong, incredibly so - and that’s when a figure came out. His silhouette was intimidating for most people, but not to you. His green cape flows as the wind blows; his face was half covered with a mask, only his mouth was visible and then his lips turned into a grin as he said

“So we meet again, Princess”