#Technoblade/reader

[ria-writes-stuff]

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From the latest request on Anything for you, a platonic Villain!Technoblade/Civilian!MaleOC:

When Xander finally moved, it was with a cautious slowness, and reverent fingers, tracing across The Blade’s palm, stroking up and down each finger, before settling on his wrist, fingers wrapped loosely around the joint like a bracelet.  He let his gaze drag back up his arm, along the jawline he wanted to run his tongue along, and back into those endless eyes. Almost unconsciously, he tugged slightly on his wrist, The Blade sinking in one elegant motion down onto the bed beside him, close enough that Xander could finally make out the colour of his eyes, a deep maroon, flecked with gold.

Xander is horny as fuck for basically the entire fic, Techno thinks it's hilarious and adorable in equal measures, and indulges him with physical affection. This is their first proper meeting, and Xander is mixed parts scared and awed. And horny. Don't forget horny.

[uunoia]

Romantic Feelings? Ehh Cringe

Summery: Technoblade tries cheering you up with a greek myth

The cabin was quiet.

Not peaceful. Not comfortable. Just quiet.

You sat at the wooden table, hands wrapped around a half-finished cup of tea that had long since gone cold. You weren’t drinking it. You weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting here, staring at the knots in the wood grain, listening to the wind howl outside. It had been hours, probably. Maybe less. Maybe more.

It didn’t matter.

Somewhere behind you, Techno sat in his chair by the fire, pretending to read. You could feel his eyes on you—subtle, watchful. He wasn’t obvious about it, but you knew him well enough by now. He had noticed the way you barely spoke today, how you moved slower, how the usual sharpness in your eyes had dulled into something distant and hollow.

You took a slow breath, trying to push past the weight in your chest. It didn't work.

Your fingers trembled. You clenched them into fists. Your thoughts were spiraling and you knew they were. The war, you almost dying, all the good people who got hurt.

Then—before you could stop it—the first tear fell, hitting the table with a barely audible pat.

Shit.

You inhaled sharply, willing yourself to stop, to push it down, to not do this right now. But your body didn’t listen. Your breath hitched. Your shoulders tensed as another tear slipped free, then another.

Behind you, the sound of a page turning stopped.

Techno had noticed.

You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing the heel of your palm against them. You hated this. Hated crying like this—weak, quiet, with no control over it. You had been fine for so long. You needed to be fine.

You heard the chair creak as Techno shifted. Then, his voice—low, uncertain.

“You uhh…You want me to leave?”

You flinched slightly, shaking your head, voice hoarse.

“No—” A pause. Then, quieter, “No. Just… don’t say anything.”

A beat of silence.

“…Alright.”

And he didn’t.

For a while, there was nothing but the crackling of the fire, the muffled howl of wind against the windows, and the occasional sound of Techno shifting in his seat. He wasn’t reading anymore. Just there. Not saying anything. Not leaving, either.

You sniffled, rubbing at your eyes.

Then, out of nowhere—

“... Pygmalion and Galatea. Ever heard of them?” 

Your brow furrowed. You blinked, wiping your sleeve over your red and puffy face as you turned slightly toward him. “…What?”

As if this were the most natural segue in the world. His tone was casual, unaffected. "Some sculptor guy from ancient Greece— I've forgotten where exactly. He was kinda a loner. Didn't wanna deal with real people, especially women— Guy spent ages on this one statue. Carving, supposedly, the perfect woman out of ivory. Like, obsessed over it. Chiseled every little detail, made her perfect in his eyes. And then, uh—he kinda just…fell in love with her." He paused, shifting slightly in his chair. 

You blinked at him.

“It was like his life’s work or whatever…” He suddenly found it hard to look in your general direction. “Dude looked at real women and was like, ‘Nahhh, y’all suck, I’ll just make my own instead.’ So, yeah. He starts treating this statue like a real person. Talks to it, gives it gifts, probably took it on dates—I dunno, weird guy behavior. And then, get this—he begs Aphrodite to make her real.” Techno paused, shifting in his chair, gaze flickering away for half a second before he cleared his throat.

“She, uh…actually does it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “She what?”

“Yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Aphrodite, for some reason, sees all this and goes, ‘Wow, that’s so romantic,’ and just—bam—brings the statue to life. No questions asked. No ‘bro, you good?’ Just—instant dream girl. And then in some versions they have a kid or something, I’ve forgotten.” He suddenly found it hard to look into your general direction.

A beat of silence. Then, in a flat voice, you muttered, “He chose a statue over a real person?” You paused again, “That’s… the most depressing shit i've ever heard.”

Techno huffed a quiet chuckle. “I know right? Isn't it great?” His smile quirked upwards a little as his arms crossed, nudging you with his elbow.

Despite yourself, despite the exhaustion and the weight of everything pressing down on you, a small, tired laugh slipped from your lips. You shook your head, rubbing at your eyes again. “That’s your idea of cheering me up?”

“I mean, it’s a good story.” Techno shrugged, leaning back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “Figured I’d tell it ‘cause… it kinda reminded me of uhh…” He trailed off, his voice tapering into silence. His gaze flickered away, almost like he had lost his train of thought.  He suddenly found his book a whole lot more interesting.

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “Of…?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear the color in his face deepened just a shade.

“...uhhh—” He cleared his throat, suddenly finding the fire very interesting. “I mean, y’know. It’s, uh… a classic tale! Dedication. Mastery in art. Real inspiring, all that.”

You stared at him. He was so full of shit.

“…Right.” You dragged out the word, tilting your head, a slow smirk creeping onto your lips. “That’s totally why you told it.” 

His ears twitched, his jaw tightening. “Hey, don't make fun of me.”

That only made you grin harder. You exhaled through your nose, something almost like amusement breaking through the sadness. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

Another pause. You took a breath, deeper this time. The lump in your throat was still there, but… lighter. A little easier to bear.

Then, to your surprise, Techno stood. You expected him to walk away, to give you space, but instead, he grabbed something from the back of his chair—his red cloak.

Before you could question it, he stepped over and draped it over your shoulders.

The fabric was warm, heavy, smelling like smoke and steel and something distinctly him. Even if it was just the cloak, it held the weight, smell and looked as if he were giving you a hug. Your fingers curled around the edges instinctively. You blinked up at him.

Techno just crossed his arms. “Try not to cry on it. It’s my only one.”

You scoffed lightly, a breathy, half-hearted sound. “No promises.”

He hummed, stepping back toward his chair. Before he sat, he hesitated—then, reaching out, he gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. Just once. Just enough to remind you that you weren’t alone.

Then he plopped back down, flipping open his book.

The fire crackled. The storm raged outside.

You tugged his cloak tighter around yourself, eyes dropping to your cold, untouched tea.

“…Thanks,” you murmured after a long pause.

Techno didn’t look up.

“Don’t mention it.”

[fandomlit]

concussed confessions (technoblade x reader)

requested by anon “Helloo, i was wondering if you'd be up to writing about c!techno and reader being best friends with secret crush on each other and during a some mission it gets really dangerous. Not sure if they'll walk out alive and squeezed in some tiny space they have this moment of intimacy and honest conversation about their feelings? :)”

summary you and technoblade find each other while fighting a raid off of a familiar village. after techno takes an axe to the arm, you rush to help him, and the buffer in the midst of chaos is enough to allow him to open up to you about his feelings.

warnings swearing, violence, fighting, killing, injury, blood and gore

a/n y’all.. this sat, completely finished, in my drafts for way too long. welcome this fic to the public eye

gif cred belongs to @mineyourowndreams​

techno barely felt the arrow plunged into his armor, nor the arrow that followed that. his shield had broken long ago, but the netherite encasing his body did well in its place.

when he heard the raid bell sound, he had gotten himself prepared immediately before heading toward the village. he was taking down pairs of pillagers at a time with his axe and sword, double wielding as he had many times before. he took down one that wielded a crossbow before he heard the voice calling to him.

“technoblade!”

he turned to see a pillager coming down on him with an axe, and just barely managed to block it from pounding into his chest plate with his own axe, knocking the pillager down before delivering the final blow. he turned to see where the former warning voice had come from, and did a double take when he saw you fighting off a hoard of your own. he quickly ran his way over to help you.

“what the hell are you doing here?” he yelled over the sounds of fighting, working his way through the mob that surrounded you and a few fighting villagers.

“i have too many friends here to watch it be destroyed!” you grunted, pushing back a parade of arrows with your shield before swinging with your powerful axe in retaliation. as focused as technoblade was on winning the fight, he couldn’t help but note how beautiful you were in that moment. when you had a brief moment, you turned your determined eyes to him. “what’s your reason?”

he quickly shielded a villager next to him from an oncoming arrow before swinging back with his sword, feeling the butt of it hit against a hard skull and knocking the victim to the ground. he looked up at you with an equally serious expression. then he just shrugged, and you would’ve laughed had it not been for the next pillager charging toward you.

techno watched, almost in a trance, as you easily fought one off with a kick to the ground, wheeling around and knocking another with the blunt of your sword. most enrapturing of all was when you easily swiped one’s head off with a strong swing of your axe, a hefty flow of blood causing many other pillagers to back away while you simply basked in the spray, waiting for the next challenger.

she’s beautiful, the voices seemed to scream.

techno was so distracted by the way you simply turned your axe over in your hand and continued to fight with everything you had, that he didn’t notice the pillager creeping up behind him until it was too late. he was knocked in the back of the head, but quickly embraced the hit before he turned to his attacker. but techno was ready to block or swing a little too late, and the pillager’s axe lodged itself into the meat of his bicep. he let out a loud grunt of pain as a flush of white hot pain ran through his arm. he swung with his good arm to stab his attacker as he heard you call out his name.

“go with him!” one of the villagers at your side called. “take him into a house and block it off; we’ll be okay!”

that was all you needed to hear. you nodded in thanks before running over to the hybrid who had fallen to his knees and tugged at his good arm. “c’mon!” techno lifted himself to the best of his ability and you guided him toward a nearby house, sitting him on he small bed as you used other furniture in the room to block the door. he groaned, placing his hand on the handle of the axe, ready to rip it out.

“don’t!” you exclaimed, quickly rushing over to place your hands atop of his. “it’s preventing from bleeding out right now, wait until i can get some things.”

he let out a heavy sigh, removing his hands from the handle and you gave him a sad smile before beginning to trifle through the chests in the small house.

“you shouldn’t have come,” you spoke, your heart panging with guilt as you watched techno attempt to swallow his pain.

“i wasn’t jus’ gonna let this place burn,” he muttered, watching as you picked out a couple of materials.

“well, why not? i thought you didn’t have loyalties to people other than phil.”

“and you,” he added, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the cabin wall. he could still hear the fighting outside. “and i think im starting to be okay with that ranboo kid.. but i like this place.”

you finally sat next to him, placing down the things you had gathered. “why?”

“‘cause this is where we always meet.”

you paused your actions as you mulled over his genuine words. your heart skipped a beat as you thought. he was right; whenever you two decided to adventure together or simply hang out, you used this village as the half way point between your homes.

you began to resume your actions when he spoke again, “i dunno why, but i thought you would leave with it.”

your cheeks began to heat up at his sappy words, and you offered a quiet, “i think you’re concussed.”

“i didn’t get hit that hard.”

you ignored his words as you began to unwrap the roll of bandages you had found. “do you think you can pull it out or do you want me to?”

“i can do it,” he muttered, words slightly slurred from pain. he was sure a muscle had been torn, sparking a sudden wave of exhaustion within him as his entire body tingled with numbing pain. you were definitely smart for keeping the axe in.

you gave him a look as you began to wrap the bandage just below the wound. “can you?”

he let out a grumble before ceding, “maybe you should do it.”

you nodded, “thought so.” you held the bandage wrap in one hand and took the axe handle in the other. you looked at techno to warn him, only to see his eyes beginning to droop. you tapped his cheek with your finger, and his vermillion eyes turned to you instead. you placed your hand on his cheek. “hey, hey. it know it hurts, but i need you awake. i can’t do much for you if you’re asleep, okay?”

“whatever you say, pretty lady.”

you felt a blush creep up your neck but just sighed, “yep.”

“yep what?”

“you’re concussed.” before techno could say anything else, you yanked the axe out of his muscle, quickly dropping it to the ground as he let out a shout of pure pain. you got to work with swiftly and tightly wrapping his arm in bandages until you ran out of the roll.

after securing the bandage, you spoke gently, “good?”

“amazing,” he grunted, placing a hand on the tight wrap. he was surprised the blood wasn’t already seeping through it, but credited that to your quick work. “i didn’t know you doubled as a nurse.”

“well,” you hummed, offering him a healing potion, “you do enough dangerous stuff, you figure it out.” he frowned as he took the potion from you before gulping it down. “by the way, i might have to stitch that up when we get back to one of our houses. but i don’t have the materials here, so you’re safe for now.”

“figured,” he sighed, cringing at the bitter taste of the potion and you gathered your thoughts. 

“im not leaving, by the way.”

his eyes turned to you, still tired, but stronger. “i know. it was a stupid thought.”

“no,” you said, shaking your head, “it wasn’t. it was sweet.” he raised his eyebrows in the slightest and you continued, “it shows you care about me.”

“‘course i do,” techno attempted to shrug nonchalantly, the faintest of blush creeping up onto his pale cheeks. “who else would offer to stitch me up after i got distracted staring at them and got whacked by an axe?”

you just shook your head, standing up to look for another roll of bandages to take with you. “i know you say my focused face is funny, but in the midst of battle, tech-“

“that wasn’t why i was staring,” he spoke, shaking his head. you tucked the bandage roll in an empty bag, along with another healing potion before looking up at him.

“did i have something on my face?” you persisted with a chuckle, moving to see if you could snatch anything else from the small house before you went back into the dying battle.

“no,” he said softly, watching your tactical eyes scan the room before lifting to meet his own. “you just looked beautiful.”

you offered him a flattered smile, and he took pride in the way your cheeks flushed. “you’re concu-”

“don’t believe me?” he questioned, eyeing the way you seemed to brush off his comment to keep moving about.

you hummed sheepishly, opening another chest to see what laid inside. “can you blame me? i’m in netherite armor and, uh..” you looked to the red specks that littered your exposed skin. “covered in blood.”

he just shrugged, still gazing at you in a way that made your heart actually jump. “doesn’t matter to me.” you shook your head at him amusedly and he raised his eyebrows at you. “i’m the fuckin’ blood god.”

you laughed. “right. almost forgot.” you continued to silently rustle through the chest despite your now racing heart, now too aware of his sharp eyes following your movements.

“i mean it, though,” he offered, shifting his body as best as he could to allow himself a bit more comfort. “you’re beautiful. i’ve known it since the day we met.”

“i was also covered in blood the day we met,” you hummed, standing after bagging another potion. you finally looked to techno, giving him an amused look. “so maybe you just really like blood.”

“i do,” he admitted with a shrug. “but you’re beautiful without it, too. i’ve been around you enough to know that.” 

you nodded, finally settling down on the table across from where he was propped. “you are around me a lot,” you spoke, your mind still working through the honesty of his words. techno just looked at you as you jokingly offered, “maybe it’s stockholm syndrome.”

“maybe,” he agreed with a breadth of a chuckle as you wiped at some blood on your chin with a smile. he persisted, “or maybe i just really like you.”

your eyebrows raised in the slightest, your smile unwavering. “really?”

“really,” he spoke without hesitance. “i wasn’t whacked hard enough in the head to lie to you.” his pain-filled mind only barely processed his confession; he was still tired and aching, but he knew enough of his surroundings to acknowledge that you remained the most prominent thing in his mind, even when the voices were dulled by his pain. they did mutter when he saw you press a gentle hand to your heated cheek.

“that head comment is debatable,” you sighed, dropping your hand from your face. he rolled his eyes. “but.. i really like you, too.”

“really?” he questioned, almost with a mocking tone as his heart swelled in his chest.

you gave him a look, but still spoke, “really. which is crazy of me, considering you almost die every time i look away.”

despite the happiness that still lifted his heart, he gave you a deadpan look in return. “technoblade never dies, y/n.” you just rolled your eyes, though your smile never left your lips. 

“keep thinking like that, and you’ll never see it coming,” you warned, taking a moment to scan your eyes over the wound you had wrapped only minutes ago.

techno gave you a skeptical look. “was that a threat?”

you let out a laugh, pressing your hand to the bandage on his arm, feeling the warmth radiating off of the cut. “no, it was definitely a promise.” you gazed up into his amused eyes, giggling again as he admired your amusement. his eyes began to feel heavy as your eyes began to look at his unscathed armor instead. when your gaze flickered back up to see his eyes fluttered closed, you immediately tapped at his cheek, “none of that. i need to properly concussion test you before you can doze off, tech.”

“right, right,” he huffed, opening his eyes again with great effort. “pretty lady telling me what to do. gotta stay awake.”

you rolled your eyes once again. “you’re just gonna keep complimenting me until we get the all clear?”

he shrugged. “yeah.” you let out a laugh, bringing up a hand to rest of his cheek. “keeps me amused.”

“i’m sure,” you hummed, moving your hand down to his good shoulder. he looked into your inquisitive eyes for a moment before watching as you leaned forward and pressed your warm lips to his own. his eyes closed again, but this time with joy and pleasure rather than exhaustion.

[magicalbunbun]

C!Techno and y/n:

Eyes and voices 🫣

[justpollen]

Reading @uunoia and @jeeblie's fanfics back to back have made me gain a thing for tsunderes.

(PLEASE read "Swallow your affections" and "Only when you look at me" on AO3, it's so good)(this is a threat)

[120-slut]

dream smp porn links, original concept, dsmp, porn, lemon.

first post of twitter links! or well, 'x' links haha. like and reblog this, and let me know what you thinks! ^o^

dream

link [ bouncing on dreams cock ]

link [ dream takes care of you ]

link [ dream and george have their way with you ]

link [you and dream give george a show from the shower ]

wilbur

link wilbur takes you home after scouting you at the club]

link [ rough with wilbur ]

link [ making a mess of wilbur ]

link [ wilbur fucks you dumb ]

foolish

link [ how foolish eats you out after a fight]

link [ sucking foolish off while he's in a meeting ]

link [ foolish fucking you after a long day at work ]

link [ foolish fucks you good when hes mad ]

karl

link [ he makes you forget about your ex ]

link [ karl makes you do all the work ]

link [ karl couldn't make it to the house ]

link [ he makes you see stars ]

[prrism]

Crawls out of void… Drops down post… Crawls back into void…

Overstimulated

Summary: A lot was happening in a very short amount of time, you just needed some quiet…

Characters: Technoblade x Reader (he’s one of my comfort characters I can’t help it)

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

It started with someone asking for help, that’s all you could remember, you didn’t even know who asked you for help anymore because now it felt like everyone was asking for help or asking a question or just being too close. It felt too loud, every word mixed together in a sea of noise you just had to cover your ears. It felt too crowded, even an accidental nudge felt like it shook you to your very soul. Finally you slip away from the gathering of people, your vision barely registering anything but burry shapes at this point because it was all just too much…

You feel a pair of hands graze your shoulders instantly pulling away with a whine, no more touch, no more noise, that was all you wanted. Was that really too much to ask?

“Sorry…” The voice was gruff yet soft, Technoblade. You look up and confirm your own theory. “You… okay?” He asks. You shake your head, even the idea of speaking yourself wasn’t appealing, thankfully Techno nods in understanding. You settle for sitting on the ground, to your surprise he joins you, not approaching or talking simply sitting next to you in a calm silence. You breathe in and out, the cool evening air being a welcome feeling at the moment, you look over at Techno again seeing him staring at the stars, you follow his gaze. The silence remains between the two of you, but it never feels uncomfortable. After about an hour of silence between you both do you finally feel calm and comfortable enough to talk again.

“Thanks…” It was only one word, but it meant a lot.

“Any time.” He replies just a simply.

[modelbus]

can i request a reader (with sbi and also separate) who’s rich rich like she was born with a gold spoon and whenever she gives them gifts or treats them food they feel bad BAHAHAHA but it's just readers love language

can this be a drabble or whatever you can do :DD

I got your other message saying you wanted headcannons, so here you go! No wilbur for obvious reasons.

Included: Cc!Tommy, Cc!Phil, Cc!Techno, + all of them (platonic)

Rich Reader Headcannons

Tommy

Unapologetic about using your money.

He cares at first, and even when you say you’re paying he’ll order cheap things from restaurants, but after you give him the go ahead he will be a menace

Expect to lose all your money to Legos, his one true addiction.

“I could stream building this one, but this one would look so good in my room…” Tommy mumbles, squinting at two Lego boxes. You’re starting to regret letting him talk you into stopping by the store for what he said would be a quick visit.

It’s been two hours.

“Just get them both, Tom.” You finally sigh.

He lights up, no better than a kid on Christmas Day. “Fuck yeah!”

He’s money conscious, and will still note the price of things, but after he gets used to it he’s fine with you paying.

Doesnt blink twice at gifts.

You get this man anything and he will GOBBLE it up. Give him an Apple Watch? Great, his forever, he’s already wearing it. Give him a toothpick? He’s using it, perfect.

Won’t ask you to pay, and is very willing if you don’t want to, but let’s be real you always do pay.

He’ll say “thank you” at least. Five days later, maybe, when he finally remembers, but he says it!!

Talks you into buying things that you don’t need.

”I mean, you have the money. Y’know. Just saying.”

Phil

This man hates it, change my mind.

It’s a competition to see who can pay first with this man, and he does it out of pure spite.

Actually, he does it because he wants you to feel normal and not like you have to pay because you’re rich.

“I have the money, Phil!” You insist, holding your card.

“And I don’t care. I already gave them my card, I’m paying.”

When you make a stupid financial decision and buy a $1,000 lightsaber (blame Tommy), he just kinda sighs at you.

If you approach him for financial advice, he will genuinely tell you helpful things as if you weren’t incredibly rich.

He accepts your gifts, but always makes sure to somehow give you one in return.

maybe not of equal value… he isn’t as rich as you… but of equal love <3

Techno

Have you SEEN this man’s setup? He is in NO POSITION to decline gifts.

Will secretly be desperately in need of literally anything and just. Wont get it. So you end up buying it for him…

You order him food online to have it delivered to him and man just won’t say thank you. He’s rather awkwardly send you a photo of the food on his desk, entirely eaten.

Or he’ll just drop a photo of his new setup in discord for you.

He will “anonymously” acknowledge you when he streams/records a video on his new gear though.

“And if you’ve noticed this video came much faster than normal, it’s because of a new PC which runs at light speed.” He zooms into the face of his Minecraft character. “It’s not a toaster guys! Praise the rich gods!”

He literally can’t afford to buy you gifts in return.

Well he COULD but that man sees the shipping and is horrified.

His gifts in return are those photos of whatever you give him.

Techno genuinely is VERY appreciative though!! Like you are practically saving this man’s life by buying him shit.

He won’t ask for anything, you’ve just got to use your gut instinct to figure out what to give him.

All

Having all three to spend money on is a DREAM for you.

Phil forces Tommy to say “thank you” every single time. Repeatedly.

Techno sends his photos in the group discord, and Tommy will jokingly rage that he didn’t get a new PC or something that Techno did.

Paying when you all go to eat is a competition of speed between you and Phil. He started getting sneaky and approaching the waiter/waitress before they even brought the bill.

So you had to compromise and agree to give your cards to the waiter and let them pick a card at random.

(you win most times because you’ve got a fancy ass card)

For your birthday they tend to kidnap you from your bed and take you to do a surprise so you can’t find a way to pay or something 😭

They’re all in awe of your house, meaning you love having them over!!

Best vlogs occur at your house, let’s be honest

[sprainedankleproductions]

bunnyblade for your troubles

[athcnaa]

@uunoia "only when you look at me" fanart aka how we the reader looks like in my imagination

spoiler alert

i love this witch woman

i also added a little emerald for her necklace cus yk, emerald duo n all

cant wait for the new chapter

[continuilily]

how i've been for the past few days writing something

(it's fun adding ctechno knowing its kinda just domestic fluff shit)

[ria-writes-stuff]

Working on the latest request for Anything for you, a platonic Villain!Techno/Civilain!Reader oneshot, and Xander (the OC that was requested) is just so insanely thirsty for this man, while aroace Techno is finding the entire thing hilarious (and maybe *slightly* a turn on when he channels that frustration to violence)

Currently at almost 6k words and we’re still going. This looks like it’s gonna hit 10k at least and possibly more. To everyone else who is waiting on a request, I promise it’s coming, I’ve had a busy month, and to anyone who wants to read my other work or request a fic, my inbox is open, and this is my ao3 account.

[uunoia]

moments before getting demonetized and losing all of his ad revenue

OH MY LORDY LORDDD‼️ I HAVE BEEN FED‼️ I HAVE BEEN HEALED‼️ I HAVE ACENDED TO THE DEVINE PLANE‼️

AND LMAOOO yeah no ad revanue for techno on this one boys, its a good thing MC's coming in clutch with the obscene amount of gold im sure her and techno are gonna be normal and on the same page about it-

SHE PROPOSED, TECHNO! THIS IS IT! BED HER! BLESS HER! BECOME ONE IN THE EYES OF THE GODS!

I SAID BE NORMAL WHAT THE HELLYON‼️ must've been the wind ahh voices 💀

Read It Here

[fandomlit]

gif cred belongs to @witchyplantmc

a/n i've been sitting on this lil blurb for a while and wanted to make it into something bigger but it never worked </3 so here's to what could've been

imagine technoblade casually flirting with you

you, philza, and technoblade had intercepted a pillager outposts raid plans and managed to get to the large trading village a week before they intended to raid it, offering help in building a wall and training the men who volunteered to fight.

as you and technoblade milled about, supervising the training men, you questioned, “no wall work today?”

“not for me, at least,” techno grumbled quietly. “’was gettin’ tired of all the attention.”

you let out a laugh at that. it was no secret that all eyes of the village women were on your strong friend--especially when he had discarded his shirt yesterday, and suddenly they all had lemonade and refreshments to offer him.

“yeah? i mean, i get it. there were a lot of eyes on you at all times.” you spared a glance around and corrected yourself, “are a lot of eyes on you.” the hybrid didn’t even bother looking around, just shrugging at you. “sorry. it’s gotta be annoying that you can’t avoid it.”

he just shrugged again. “yeah. but it’s only a few days. and they don’t approach me as much when i’m around you.”

you turned your eyes back to your friend with amusement. “they don’t?”

technoblade simply returned your amused gaze. “has anyone come up to me since i’ve been with you this morning?”

you let out a snicker. “i guess not. does that make me your scary, unapproachable dog?”

he let out a laugh at that and shook his head. “no. i think it makes you the one thing they know they can’t compete with.” he smirked when your jaw fell open in the slightest. red began to flush your cheeks, and you were just about to say something when one of the village leaders called out to you. you stuttered over words for a moment before giving techno a long look and stalking off toward the leader. he snickered when you were gone.

he'd never admit it, but flustering you was a past time that would always amuse him, no matter the situation.

[magicalbunbun]

that drawing of y/n and tech is sooo cute

I know- I love this duo

I may write or draw how techno meet the watcher🤔

[ri1liane]

Catching up on recent chapters sugsishsishsisj @uunoia <3 bruhhh tumblr deleted this on the 1st upload😭🙏