#monster!technoblade x reader

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💜 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.

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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)]

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[blackout174]

"I Trusted You."

Technoblade x Reader Angst.

Can be inferred as platonic or romantic.

Tw: angst, blood, injury, mentions of death, betrayal, unhappy ending.

You stood in the rubble of your former home, your ears still ringing from the explosions and the awful shrieks of withers can be heard in the distance.

You stood staring at the man that you just now, just fucking now, realized had used you.

His broad shoulders that used to be of comfort are now engulfed in the dark metal that shimmers with enchantments.

You honestly thought that if someone you loved, someone you thought loved you, had ever hurt you, especially on this level, you would feel anger or grief as soon as you found out, fucking something.

You feel cold.

And you vaguely realize that you still can't believe he did this, you want to say it isn't so and once he turns around it won't be that same goddamn face. The same face wearing that goddamn skull-

Technoblade turns to face you and you feel that last hope stutter and die.

You feel tears well up past the prior apathy you felt and feels the hot boiling anger rise in your throat-

"I told you so."

You blinked furiously and wiped your eyes at your former friend's words.

"What did you-"

"I told you."

You look at him with a mixture of shock, disgust, grief and fury all in one.

"...What are you talking about?"

Your tone comes out more desperate that you wanted, more broken and grief stricken.

He stares at you for a moment and you seen the blood and soot coating every aspect or the man you once thought gentle beyond comparison.

He's a monster.

How could he-

His walks towards you with one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other relaxed by his side.

Relaxed.

This was normal for him.

He stops in front of you and you clench your teeth when you look past the empty eyeholes in his mask to see the crimson eyes looking bored.

Those eyes finally focus on you and the hand by his side reaches out to touch your cheek-

-you smack the hand away and take a step back.

"You told me fucking what! What?"

You words have more venom than anticipated, anger that you felt finally bubbling over and out as you gritted your teeth and harshly grab him by the scruff of his shirt.

He tensed a bit at that, and this hand tightened around the hilt of his blade, but otherwise he didn't move, only peering down at you, almost curiously.

"I told you that I'd hurt you."

You let out a cry, a mix of anguish and anger and banged on his chest.

It didn't hurt him, you both knew that even if you tried it would do nothing.

"I trusted you."

"Well then you can't exactly blame me, can you? It was your mistake."

You let go and stumble away from him.

"Fuck you."

You spat out the weak words and he merely shrugged.

You turned you back and began to walk off, only getting a few steps away before your arm was grabbed.

You yank it away, and he lets you.

"What."

He's quiet for a moment, thinking over his words.

"You're injured, c'mon, I can patch you up-"

You barked out a laugh, and you laughed for a moment, it hurting to do so.

"You hypocrite! You effectively call me an idiot and then try to help me? You're a monster! Just go!"

You're yelling now and he turns his head away, and you see his jaw tighten as his hand reaches out towards you.

"I wish I had never fucking met you! You used me to get into the city, months of trust built outside the walls, bringing you gifts and shit!"

Your voice trembled and broke.

"You never cared about me! You just thought of me as a tool! A means to a end! And now you're trying to 'help me'? Fuck off, I don't need you, or anyone for that matter!"

He stares at you and a pained look had formed on his face- and you hated it because it makesyouhopeheactuallycared-

"Are you even sorry for what you did?"

"... I- it wasn't.....--- I'm sorry this hurt you, but I'm not sorry for what I did."

He stepped towards you, reaching for you.

"Bullshit."

It came out as a quiet hiss, and Techno would be lying if he said it didn't hurt.

He remembers meeting you outside the large stone walls protecting the city, and he originally did only see you as a means to a end.

But he found himself enjoying your presence, feeling your smaller arms wrap around his large waist, bringing him pretty gold trinkets or some homemade pastries, sometimes even bringing him some local treat that only the city had.

He found himself truly listening to your small rants and complaints, about how a neighbor would always let her chickens trample you vegetables, or how you grumbled about how you had to wait till nearly mid-day for the sun to get over the walls.

He found himself returning the hugs, resting his head on yours, and letting out little piglin chuffs at the thought of you.

He found himself telling you stories and bringing gifts of his own, watching proudly as you happily accepted them with an excited 'thank you'.

He found himself genuinely caring about you.

He knew he shouldn't, and when he realized he cared, it scared him.

You both were in a field, and you were making a flower crown out of daisies and dandelions.

"....Why are you so nice to me? I've.... hurt a lot of people."

You stopped for a second to peer up at him, curiously, and then you softly, so so softly, smiled at him and crawled over and cupped his face in your hand.

"Because I trust you. I care about you."

He stares at you for a moment.

"... You shouldn't, I'll only hurt you."

"No, you won't. You try to hide it, but you really are gentle. You are capable of hurt, but you are more capable of kindness."

You smile gently at him.

"I believe in you."

...

"It's not, I never meant to hurt you like this. You shouldn't have trusted me, but I--.... I-... It..."

He falters.

"Can you forgive me? Or at least let me help you? Stay with me."

You look at him, and he feels a small shimmer of hope.

That you'd forgive him.

That you'd be willing to stay, be willing to go back with him, away from the withers and fire and let him patch you up like you would him.

That you would fall into him and let your gentle arms wrap around him in a caring embrace.

That he could take you on Carl to the arctic and make you a winter cape, gold in color, and you'd laugh with him and you could meet Phil and Ranboo and Niki and Steve.

That you would stay.

That you'd stay his friend.

And maybe....-

-"Go to hell, Techno."

And you walked away as the man behind you fell to his knees.

And you both desperately regretted everything.

And wished for each other back.

[marshellowcrumbs]

Technoblade x reader part 1

warnings: blood, swearing

this story will take place only in a fictional world with fictional characters, it will have nothing to do with the real person or their irl persona.

The wind whistled throughout the empty forest, land covered with snow, droplets of melting ice falling from the leaves of the tree. Techno and Phil silently rode their horses back home leaving a trail of hoof prints in the deep snow when suddenly Phil came to a halt his horse huffed ."woooaah...what's that?" He said slight concern lasing in his voice driving techno's gaze to an unclear object beside a tree in the distance, he squinted his eyes slightly pulling on Karl's reins. As Phil was about to walk closer he put his hand in front of him stopping him from walking closer to what could be potential danger. His voice screamed at him 'DANGER?, person they're going to kill Phil , protect, Phil, horse monster, don't go, KILL IT, could be useful, NO KILL' "There's a horse, there's probably someone around here somewhere stay put" he spoke to Phil, they both jumped off their horses, Techno grabbed his sword pulling it out of its sheath moving closer to whatever had been on the floor for who knew how long, covered in snow.

Phil gasped as the blood came into view and recognized what seemed to be a young girl's body. "OMG, It's a girl! She could still be alive!" He said scurrying towards her figure as Techno watched him hesitantly still unsure of the situation playing out in front of him. He walked toward the person's horse taking hold of its reins, looking down at Phil examining the girl's figure carefully searching for a pulse. " shes alive, we need to tend to her wounds immediately or she might die, she's already lost of blood, common." Phil spoke to him. " are you sure...what if she's a spy, from Manburg? we don't know her." He said looking at Phil with his eyebrows knitted earning a sharp look from his friend "Techno. She's dying." He stated and moved towards their horses as Techno pulled her horse behind him.

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Y/N fluttered her eyes open, letting out a soft grunt towards the sharp pain in her head. Her vision was blurry, she shifted her head around slowly trying to process her surroundings. As her vision started to become clearer, she regained consciousness of her surroundings, realizing they weren't familiar to her in the slightest. She jolted up in worry immediately regretting her decision after feeling her side and her right leg sting. "shit!" She exclaimed in a whisper careful not to alert anyone who might be in the house. Breathing heavily, she looked around franticly trying to look for an item she could use as a weapon with her eyebrows drawn together. Her gaze shifted from one object to another until it landed on a glass mug on her side table, she stretched her arm towards it and in efforts to grab it fell to the ground with a thug , she closed in eyes wincing in pain and looked up the at the side table pushing herself upwards with her forearm trying to stand up.

After she had stood up leaning against the wall behind her she took hold of the mug and threw it to the floor shattering it into pieces, bending down she grabbed the largest one meanwhile footsteps could be heard rushing up the stairs, within a few seconds, Techno stood in front of her looking at the shattered glass and then at her face glaring back at him breathing heavy holding the piece of glass in her trembling hand. "YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME!" She yelled at him. He raised his hands a bit into the air trying to signify he didn't want to seem like a threat. The sharp ends of the glass slipped into her soft dry skin and blood leaked out falling into the white rung she stood on. "you might wanna put that down and listen to me first" Techno said to her trying to calm her down which did'nt seem to work very well. "I don't give a single shit what you say."

She spat out anger lacing her words. Techno raised his eyebrows replying "Look, I don't wanna hurt you okay? I'm just trying to help." She let out a light scoff You think I'm going to believe that you're not trying to use me." Her head pulsed with pain causing her to look down, her legs weakened and she fell to the floor yelping. Techno cautiously walked towards her hands still in the air trying to help her up before she did anything else to make her condition worse than it already was." relax...you might wanna give me a chance to explain this, you're just hurting yourself even more." She nodded in agreement after a short period of silence. Techno moves towards her figure, taking hold of her forearm, letting her push herself up to walk towards the bed.

She sat down with a hiss, resting her injured leg on the soft cool sheets and resting her head on the headboard as her breathing finally calmed down. She watched Techno drag a stool at the edge of the bed avoiding the shattered glass on the floor from earlier with an unsure expression. He reached for the jug of water and glass beside her bed making her flinch to which he stared at her with a blank expression, pulling the glass towards him and pouring water into it handing it to her. She looked at him, her jaw clenched sharp look in her eyes filled with uncertainty before she took the glass of water from him, their fingers brushed against each other as Techno pulled away. He did not take his gaze off her, watching every movement she made.

She looked down at her glass shaking her head a bit trying to rid of the blurred vision and brought it closer to her face to drink, instead, she sniffed expecting it to smell like something other than water. Techno knitted his eyebrows at her behavior in confusion, also intrigued by her caution, and watched as she silently sipped the water sat it down on the table beside her, and then looked up at him waiting for an explanation narrowing her eyes in skepticism. Techno cleared his throat and began to speak. "We found you unconscious in the snow bleeding." "We?" she replied. "yes, me and a friend, Phil. You were frozen half to death, maybe you should appreciate we even bothered saving you." He said, now sitting with both his elbows resting on his legs as he looked at her with focus leaning forward. She raised her eyebrow." I didn't ask you to save me. And I don't know who you are or what you want from me, for all I know you could be saving me for your own benefit."

He stared at her for a few seconds in disbelief at her distrust in someone who just saved her life, but he wouldn't blame her, he knew he'd have done the same thing."fair enough, we don't want anything from you, just helping, you can leave when you want." Her expression relaxed now that she seemed a bit convinced, she'd never seen him, nor did she notice anything intended to harm her in any way. "...thank you, for the help." She stated with a straight face, to which he nodded and stood up to leave the room. When he reached the door, he placed his hand on the frame and looked back at her. "Do you need food?" "if you're planning not to poison me, certainly," she said, to which he huffed."trust me, if I intended to kill you, I wouldn't have kept you alive for so long." and walked off. She rested her head on the frame of her bed thinking 'He's awfully good at not breaking character unless he really wasn't lying.' Sighing heavily Serenity closed her eyes to find a moment of peace hoping for the best.

[sano-thesnail]

Sour patch kids

C!benchtrio x gn!reader

Takes place during Pogtopia arc

“They’re the Sourpatch kids”

That’s yours guys’s nickname

You, Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo. You four where known as the sour patch kids around the SMP, where ever you four walked, chaos followed.

During Pogtopia you four where closer than ever, well- more like three. Ranboo never liked the idea of choosing sides, he chose people over everything so getting him to stick with you guys in the Ravine was troubling, but that wouldn’t stop the frequent visits that would last hours! Hell even some days!

It was a gloomy day, the clouds gloomed blocking the sun and instead shown rain, this was also one of the days The Beloved Ranboo stayed in the Ravine causing chaos with the other three children- well more like Tommy and Y/n who would cause chaos, sometimes Tubbo would join.

Luckily no one was needed in Shlatts office, that ment pure preparation. And by that I mean, Potato farming, Weapon creation, and Armour creation.

“Smell ya later losers!” Tubbo shouted at the chasing three “Who the fuck says that anymore?!” Y/n retorted with a confused glare, They where the most chill of the group, the kinda ‘I just go with the flow but know where to have my input’ kinda person, but even though they where pretty chill it didn’t stop the pure chaos the held.

Currently the four of them + Techno where sent out to collect “Blazerods, Netherite, and enderpearls.” Ranboo called out reading the list Niki and Wilbur wrote down.

Technoblade had eventually left the four to fend for themselves as their troublesome cause one-to-many headaches, so he left them like any other good ‘big brother’ would.

“Let’s get the Blazerods first, Techno said he’d handle the Netherite.” Tubbo called gathering collective nods to his statement, and with that the four headed to the Fortress to achieve their first item.

“WAAH THAT WAS TOO CLOSE” Tommy screamed to the fire that was just inches away from burning him, Y/n ran in ad they sliced down hitting the blaze perfectly to achieve 2 blaze rods, “That’s 17” the Monotonly mumbled throwing the rods to Ranboo who held them collectively.

Tubbo was quick to double back slicing one Blaze upward and moving on to another which was readying a fireball towards him, luckily Y/n was there to save him, shoving their Enchanted Netherite sword into the blaze, cutting off the attack that was about to commence. “21.” Y/n Smiled

Now collecting pearls wasn’t much easier

Especially when you have a Enderman with you.

Luckily you four ran into Technoblade who was just moving onto another area, Tommy explained to him on how they need to abandon Ranboo to slay endermen. Techno was ok with taking the Hybrid with him aslong was no trouble followed. And with that it was just you with Tommy and Tubbo.

A small one block indent was made into the ground, with a hovering roof, of course a gap to attract enderman, this was perfect cause you could attract and kill! Perfect- well that’s how it WAS supposed to be, until you got into a little predicament

“This was smart Tommy!” Tubbo complimented Tommy’s plan to kill the endermen “I know.” He simply replied with a smug smirk “I don’t know if I should let you be a Narcissistic bitch or make you shut up..” Y/n dead panned “HEY DONT CALL BE THAT BITCH!” Tommy yelled earning a annoyed eye roll.

“I’m gonna go attract more endermen” You called crawling out of the trench.

Wandering around trying to find the Purple eyed monsters, you more or less met eyes with a boar, well- a Hoglin.. In to which it hated people who didn’t wear the signature gold armour, and to your distaste no gold was found on your figure, a loud roar was heard from the beast catching the attention of the to boys who where fighting over the stupidest shit.

“Fuuuuck mee..” you mumbled before the Hoglin came charging at you with an astonishing speed catching your dodge and smashing you up against a tree. That didn’t block your agitated sound as you felt a rough a sharp pain enter your abdomen and a Metallic taste filled your mouth, now when I mentioned the two boys they recognized the loud roar the erupted the beast

So now wandering through the forest- more like running they found your- hurt- fragile state as for some reason the boat left you to die “Y/n!” Tommy and Tubbo shouted picking you up to hold you up, your arms instinctively wrapped around their shoulders as you greeted your friends.

“OMG Y/N ARE YOU OK WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU HURT!?” Niki screamed when she saw you limping with your S/c arms wrapped around your best friends shoulders.

“Yeah.- just took a little hit- nothing much..” you laughed as you tried to ignore the constant stabbing pain that you felt everytime you spoke up. You where put down on a seat with Wilbur coming to you, handing Niki medical bag, she was quick to check your wounds as the other three kids surrounded you with worry repelling off of them.

“…guys don’t worry. It’s just a scratch.”

“BITCH YOU GOT STABBED”

“I was worried, Y/n!”

“Watching you get back with a wound worries me Y/n..”

“They really are the Sour Patch kids.”

Sorry it’s actually so shitty and messy, I haven’t wrote anything in along time lmao..

[lonely-lost-soul]

Dream Smp Masterlist

Masterlist for all my Dream SMP Stories:

☁-Angst

❆-Fluff

⚘ -Smut

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Technoblade x Reader:

Under the FloorBoards: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V, Pt. VI, Pt. VII,  Pt. VIII, Pt. VX, Pt. X, Pt. XI, Pt. XII, Pt. XII ☁❆

Lost One's Weeping: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two ❆☁

Beauty and the Beast: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4: final, epilogue ❆⚘

Phantom of the Opera AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Final ⚘❆☁

Withered ☁

Where Loyalties Lie ☁

I’m Not Soft ❆

Let Me Worship You ❆

Fight For Me ❆

Royal ❆

Blood for the Blood God ❆ ☁

Shut Up and Drive ❆

Written In the Stars ❆

Forgive me father for I have sinned ⚘

Don’t mess with the boss’s wife ❆

Wilbur Soot x Reader:

First Lady of the Court: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III ❆☁

Philza Minecraft x Reader:

Of Immortality and Nymphs: pt. II, Pt. III ❆

Karlnapity x Reader:

Time Travel is A Tricky Business ❆

Fundy x Reader

Little Fox ❆

Platonic Ranboo x Reader:

Slumber Party ❆

Platonic Tommyinit x reader:

Tis' But A Flesh Wound ❆

Since I've Been Gone ❆

C!Jschlatt x Reader:

Poff Poff (Platonic) ❆

Daddy's Little Girl (DadSchlatt au) Pt. II, Pt. III ☁

The Women Who Loved a Monster☁

Family SBI x Reader:

Little Hope ❆

Dream Smp Headcanons:

Them simping for you ❆

How they Kiss ❆

Them Leaving Marks on you⚘

A Pirates Life for Me ❆

Woes of an Immortal (3k Special) ❆⚘☁

[soft-boi-eli]

Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

<3

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

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Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

[hangezoeenthusiast]

Saying I love you through actions

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 984

warnings: the egg, cursing, yelling, getting kinda hurt in wilbur's, food in sapnap's and dream's, monster addiction (obviously karl)

note: this is probably one of my favorite ones, the minors are platonic

C!Technoblade

shares his armor and potions

think of it as a offering

when you accept it, his piglin side goes brrrr

phil and you, possibly ranboo, are the only people he will give stuff to, because the other brats don't deserve it

if you give him your armor and potions, he is forever in your debt

Sapnap

shares his food with you

you and him totally drive at 3 am to subway or mcdonalds

when you drive back to the house, you kick up your feet on the dashboard, lean back in your seat, and take a sip from sapnap's drink

he was pissed, you had your own drink, why would you drink his?

he didn't do anything, but THEN you stole his fries

that was the last straw

then he bursted out on you

"YOU HAVE YOUR OWN FRIES, EAT THEM." and then you replied, "but babyyyyy."

you were puppy dog pouting, that was sapnap's weakness. he turned back to the road, and said, "ok, just take them, obviously you're still going to eat them."

then you went over the cupholder, and hugged him really tight

Dreamwastaken

let’s you take over his almost never daily stream

you’ll walk into his streaming place, and hold some food for him, because i just have a feeling he hasn’t ate in a while

so while he’s eating, you take off his headset, move the mic towards your mouth, and start talking to chat

and while you’re just asking how their day has been, dream is just sitting on the chair with his fork in the air, plate in his hand, and mouth stuffed to the brim

he’s just looking at you with a lovey dovey look in his gaze, it’s really cute, and very homey

Georgenotfound

gives you his blanket when it’s cold

it's honking freezing in his house

so naturally, being the good gogy he is, he shares it with you

you don't return the favor though, you pratically want him to get hypothermia

but you give it to him reluctantly :(

he stops sharing the blanket with you, but then you start fake crying, and he automatically gives it to you

Karl Jacobs

gives you almost every single monster he has

this boi is really addicted to monster

so he has to share it with you 😉

eventually, you're hooked, sometimes you even get a whole box of monster to share with him

it goes out by a week, or maybe less

after both of you are done, you slam the bottle on your foreheads

it's painful, but remember, pain is temporary, swag is forever 😉😩😜🤪😎🤓😏😫🤬😡😳🥵🥶😱🤔😬😵‍💫🥱😪😈🤠🤑👺👹☠️😼

(sorry for the spam of emojis)

Quackity

gives you his beanie

you know he doesn't like to show his hair on streams

and we think he's bald

so when you pop up behind him with your hair crazy, he gets one of his spare beanies, grabs your shirt to get closer to him, and places it on your head

and it's probably the LAFD one, since he wears his puma one more frequently

and bestie, YOU LOOKED GOOD

and chat was spamming, Y/NCHAMP

C!Punz

gives you his jewelry

he's REALLY rich, and will give you anything

but when you need to go out to a party or something like that, he just gives you his jewelry

need a ring, don't worry, take 5 rings for one hand

need a necklace, oh don't cry about it, let me get you a diamond one

you get what i'm putting down?

but when he sees you with it, his heart goes boing boing

C!Badboyhalo

let’s you decorate the egg

he never lets anyone touch the egg in anyway unless they wanted to join

the egg doesn't have an affect on you, he should kill you, but the egg doesn't mind you, and ordered him to not unalive you

but get this, when it's a special holiday, you actually decorate the egg

if it was christmas, you would put presents under it, and put tinsel EVERYWHERE

halloween would be spooky stuff, like jack-o-lanterns, skulls, and even multiple buckets of candy

the egg really likes it, and even bbh likes it, even though he's still iffy about you

Wilbur Soot

helps you play the guitar

he definitely tries to make you play internet ruined me, i'm in love with an e-girl, or your new boyfriend

and if the off chance he will try to make you play jubilee line, you do it so well

but before you practically mastered the art of the guitar, you used to mess up a lot

wilbur seriously had to take the guitar away from you for a week or more because you started to accidentally hurt your fingertips

Platonic!Ranboo

let’s you play with his gloves

when he’s streaming, without his facecam, you just randomly kick down the door, anime style, and sit next to him

and then when you get bored, you randomly fidget with his gloves

you obviously won’t take it off since he might be uncomfortable with it, but you’ll take the bottom of it, and just roll the material through your fingers

he just goes really soft

Platonic!Tommyinnit

he gives you his coke

honestly, when tommy gives you his coca cola, that just signifies your friendship more

it’s just really pog :]

he will only give you that, not wilbur, tubbo, or even philza

when he gives you it in front of chat, they just spam

“BESTIES FOR LIVERS” “I WANT MY FRIEND TO SHARE STUFF WITH ME”

Platonic!Tubbo

let’s you hold benson

it is the highest honor

he only lets his closest friends touch benson, and if you try to damage him at all, you're done for

but luckily, you don't

he gladly gives you benson, and you hold him very carefully

since he trusts you with benson, he gives you another benson, but obviously, you name it differently

[serend1p1ty-0]

lest precious love slip away like time's sand

[Immortal!c!Technoblade x Immortal!Reader]

Warnings: SFW, Dsmp universe, Long Fic (16.3k), Fluff, Pining, Immortals

Title: The Edge of Dawn from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Word Count: 16.3k

Author's Notes: [REUPLOAD FROM OLD BLOG!!!]

I KNOW I WAS GONE FOR LIKE A MONTH BUT I COME BACK BEARING GIFTS WHICH IS TO SAY I WROTE 16.3K WORDS THUS BREAKING MY RECORD OF 15.6K.

This took so long to write so I genuinely hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you so so so much to my beta readers @simpoot, @inniterhq, and @earthtooz. You guys singlehandedly saved me from descending into actual insanity.

Without further ado, here we go!

All of this is written in and is meant to be taken as the Dream SMP characters. There is no reference or inclusion of the streamers/Youtubers.

Summary: You were the unsung hero of legend that tore down a long-standing monarchy from the inside out. Technoblade knew you well, having been the closest thing you could call a friend.

But the war finished and he left without a warning with only the anarchist ideals that you rubbed off on him as his only reminder you ever existed. The voices begged him to turn back before it was too late, but he resisted and left you to eventually shrivel into the dust, another victim of time's cruel fate.

Or at least that's what was supposed to happen.

So why were you alive? And more importantly, why were you here in the Dream SMP?

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Every legend has a beginning.

Yours happened to start with a brewing revolution, taking the helm and beginning to strategize against the monarchy that ruled the land with an iron fist. The people trusted your guidance, every move designed to chip away at the defenses from the inside out until the government crumbled to its knees. Oh, but they tried desperately to hold on, sparking an all-out war between the citizens and their majesties.

The odds might have been against you had it not been for your companion that joined a little earlier than the halfway mark.

Technoblade was your partner in crime, so to speak. Your confidant and perhaps the closest thing to what you would call a friend in that period of time. He covers your back on the battlefield, a monster of death and destruction himself who has taken the majority of lives and ensured your success in the fights you endured. And after it all, he'd help wrap your wounds and tell you stories to distract you from the stinging pain of healing potions. Nights of pouring over maps and talking tactics and taking notes about routines slowly turn into something more intimate when he helps you with the straps on your armor or lets you lean against him while you read in the rare time you can forget the war.

To nobody's surprise, you fall in love with him.

It's dangerous when you linger too long by his side, committing his touch to your memory that might last. You make a vow to confront him on the matter when the war is said and done.

But on the dawn of the day after your victory, you find that he is nowhere to be found, not even leaving a note to bid you farewell.

Because even though every legend has a beginning, it also must have an end.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Techno cannot remember the last time he's been a part of a war.

Of course, before Pogtopia and L'Manberg, the piglin hybrid has trouble reaching back into his past and pulling out the dusty memories that have been abandoned on the shelf. Wars were always good back then, quenching the voices that would chant insistently for blood and fulfilling his purpose as a vessel. It must have been centuries, eons maybe since he was a part of an army with matching armor sets and wavering flags that meant something to its people.

He frowns.

It must have been the fall of the great monarchy. The one with the legend they call the Grieving Leader. While many historians have speculated about your life and what accomplishments you had made during your time on the Overworld, Techno probably knew you better than anybody out there. He remembers you, knows the idea of you, can still recall the timbre of your voice when you'd berate him for being too reckless. But despite the ghost of you that has suddenly made itself apparent in the room with him, he can't remember what you looked like for the life of him.

Years of pushing your presence in his life down have caused him to forget. Something resembling guilt gathers in Techno's chest as he grabs a notebook and a pencil before settling himself at his desk in the creaky-ass chair he carved himself. He could remember the shape of your head, the length of your hair, but nothing about your facial features. Did you have brown or blonde hair? Was it colored something else? What was the shape of your eyes? How did your smile curl? He stares at the page with the unfinished sketch, the space where your face was supposed to be drawn in becoming a mess of pencil smudges that stain the paper and become irreversible.

He doesn't notice the door click open much less the person who pushes their way in, catching sight of Techno's frustrated expression with dark fuschia eyebrows pulling together and lips pressed into a thin line. It's not until he sees the movement of something black in the corner of his eye that he looks up at the newcomer.

"Who's that?" Philza asks, peering down at the drawing with concern, "And why haven't they got a face?"

"It's an old friend," the piglin hybrid mumbles, running the palm of his hand down the side of his face in exasperation. He huffs out a heavy sigh, pig ear twitching with irritation at his lack of work.

"Older than me?" The winged man asks, attempting to lighten the mood.

"In terms of lifespan, no," Techno says bluntly, "They've been dead for a while."

"Oh. Sorry, mate."

"It's fine."

There's a tense silence as Techno chews the inside of his cheek, rolling flesh between his teeth as he tries to regain a crumb of your appearance.

"What were they like?" Phil asks as he strolls toward the kitchen and begins the process of boiling water for tea. Had you ever made him tea? Coffee maybe? Which one did you prefer?

"Do you know the story of the Grieving Leader?"

There's a loud clunk as something harmlessly crashes into the sink basin.

"You knew them?"

"I was a part of that war, Phil."

"You've never told me."

Techno closes the cover of the book. He can't stand staring at the blurred face anymore, devoid of the smile that you grew naturally when you saw him. Even after all these years, your memory summons a bittersweet pain to the forefront of his mind. One he tried so desperately to prevent by burying you in the graveyard of his past just as he'd done with everyone else.

"I did it for our own good," he says, sadness tinting his tone in a way that he knows his best friend would catch, "I couldn't bear to watch them grow old, move on and shrivel away. Not when I held them so closely."

"Would it have been different if they also had our condition?"

He hears the sound of teabags being dropped into water.

"Yeah."

The condition that goes unspoken is their uncanny immortality that proves to be more of a curse than a blessing. Men search for ungodly amounts of time for the secret to infinite life while Techno and Phil have already both agreed that they'd give it up if they could.

"The stories say they were a fearsome warrior," the crow hybrid hums, "They were a force to be reckoned with and tore down the walls of a castle brick by brick until the government fell."

"They did do that," Techno says wistfully, "They passed out those bricks to every person in the army as a token of their victory."

A vague image emerges in his mind's eye, a crowd of people surrounding one lone figure amidst the ash and dust of a ruined structure. But every one of their faces had the biggest grin on it in celebration of the end of the war.

"Do you know why they're called the Grieving Leader?" Phil re-emerges with two steaming cups and gently sets one down on the desk in front of Techno, "There's a ton of versions for this part."

"Unfortunately, I left before then, but from what I hear, it was for a lover or a child most likely," he says, pursing his lips as he lifts the cup to his lips. His heart stings thinking of you with somebody else.

"A shame. They're one of history's biggest enigmas."

"That's what they would've wanted."

You once said you wanted to be a famous mystery, though Techno refuted you by saying that everybody knowing your name wasn't exactly stealthy. You'd told him to just wait, plaiting his thick hair down his back in a neat braid and tying it down with the band he always used, scoffing when he joked that he'd tell all your secrets to the world. He read you to sleep that night, watching as your expression eventually smoothed out as you drifted to unconsciousness.

But you're gone now, long lost to time and its cruel partnership with death. You'd lived and you loved and you died just as any other mortal had and would. You had a life outside of him and it makes him ache, drenched in nostalgia and anger that he had to leave. The voices have never been so loud, begging for something other than blood as he traveled to the outskirts of the land, casting one last look in the direction where you slumbered cluelessly before leaving for good. They were outraged and made him pay for it with years of slaughter and death staining the pale palms of his hands.

But as his tea goes cold and Phil borrows something for a project before taking his leave, Techno can't seem to stop thinking about you, a blank and blurred face in place of a smile.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

The emerald duo knows when something urgent's happening.

Their main clue was when the sound of crows grow by the minute, exploding in a cacophony of noise that Techno can't understand but imagines sounds akin to the voices that are erratically questioning what was going on. The cawing overlaps as feathers scatter to the snow beneath their feet and black bodies turn the sky dark. The noise grows by the second, rising up like a tidal wave loud enough to make anybody’s head spin as the sea of darkness gives off the impression of a storm.

"ENOUGH!"

Phil's authoritative command cuts through the sea of chaos, the crows bending to his call as they immediately scatter to find places to perch. If Techno wasn't already used to it, he might have been disturbed by the thousands of beady black eyes watching his every move.

"Now," Phil reaches out to one of the birds that immediately hops onto his arm, wobbling as it balances itself, "Tell me what's happening."

Techno wishes he could order his voices around as Phil did his crows. Perhaps it would give him a sense of control, a break from the constant bloodlust. He's pulled from his thoughts when Phil's expression shifts from concerned to shock to thoughtful.

“What’s going on?” Techno echoes the screaming in his head.

“There’s...someone new in the SMP?”

The answer is definitely not what he was expecting. New people don’t settle in the area, immediately warded off by mysterious blood vines and the gaping wound in the earth as a result of Wilbur’s choices and Doomsday. If unfamiliar faces came around, they did not stay long.

“Where?” Techno asks, beginning to wade through the sea of crows to get to his house with Phil not far behind as he listens to the bird still perched on him.

“Not exactly in the Greater. They’re really far out, enough that they’re not near the main chaos, but well within the boundaries to be considered a part of the server as a whole.” There’s fluttering as the crow launches from Phil and takes flight to a spruce tree not far off, “What are we going to do about it?”

“I’m not sure,” Techno mumbles beneath his breath as he pushes into the cabin, “But I think it’s a good idea to give them a fair warning. If word of their presence gets out, they’re gonna be caught in the middle of a war battling for their loyalty.”

“Fair point,” Phil muses, “I’ll send chat out to scout out the safest route since you’re still, y’know, technically wanted.”

“No need to rub salt in the wound.”

“Of course.”

Techno can hear Phil’s smile as he cracks open chests and rummages through their contents. He plucks out stacks of steak, gleaming golden apples, cheap iron tools for spares, potions in case anything goes awry, things that may seem over the top but necessary for the piglin hybrid’s survival.

Phil checks the durability of his netherite, the shining enchantment swirling dangerously in the moody glow of the light, and asks, “So what do we do if they turn hostile?”

Techno knows the hidden question too well. What if you lose control? What if the voices turn your justice blind and you come back to the world with crimson seeping into your clothes and another life making itself known in your head? What if I can’t stop you this time? What if, what if, what if?

“I’ve sworn off of meaningless slaughter,” he reminds the winged man as gently as he could, but still cringes when the bitterness leaks through his tone, “It’ll be fine. You know what we did way back before we found ourselves here. If they don’t want to listen to reason...”

Phil eyes the netherite sword sheathed at Techno’s side and nods solemnly.

“Then we make them listen,” he finishes.

The crows don’t take long to gather information. They were Philza’s eyes and ears after all and soon, there’s a fully marked map outlining the route to take. At the end of the line, there’s a simple red dot for the stranger’s home.

“Take care, Steve,” Techno murmurs to his polar bear, fingers running through the mammal’s thick fur as a farewell. Steve merely grumbles affectionately, nudging his palm and closing his eyes to return to sleep.

Phil comes by, holding out a long strip of heavy-cut fabric and a bag of supplies at the ready. Techno stands up and takes his cape to sling it over his broad shoulders, settling into the familiar weight as he checks through his bag one more time. There’s tension, something akin to when he’d been forced to prepare last minute for the Butcher Army’s arrival but less dire conditions. As they say, stranger danger. You never know who you’re going to get when it comes to new faces. You never know what skills they may possess or what they’re after.

Techno wants to find out what this person’s desire is.

He plucks his mask from the rack and holds it in his hands for a brief moment, The face-covering is fashioned after a pig, fitting perfectly over the upper half of his face like a second skin as he buckles it into place. He grabs his crown next, setting it at home atop his head, and breathing in deeply before exhaling out of his mouth as mental preparation. The door clicks shut and the two start out on their journey.

They begin by entering through their Nether portal, the temperature shifting from the harsh freezing levels to ascending boiling hot that may as well have been classified as hell itself. Techno takes it in stride, snorting offhandedly to Piglins who call out to him at the sight of his golden headpiece. Lava bubbles beneath the winding bridges that multiple members of the server have contributed to overtime providing homes to striders that curl contently into the dangerous liquid.

“Do you think they’re here for somebody?”

Phil’s question catches him off-guard. “Hm?”

“Like, the stranger. Do you think they’re after someone?”

Techno hums and sidesteps a shallow point in the netherrack. “Maybe. We haven’t had anybody come to hunt someone down yet.”

“Mmm, let’s hope he keep it that way, yeah?”

“Fingers crossed, Phil.”

It’s a three-hour journey just in the Nether alone and another two in the Overworld. It’s not too much of a pain for the stamina Techno’s built for himself all these years. After all, he had to keep running to avoid being caught by the millions who’d love to have his head on a silver plate.

Nevertheless, in the time spent in the Nether, he’d come up with a fair amount of scenarios in case the circumstances turned for the worse. Maybe their stance with the bow was a few degrees off or their melee techniques left them open for a split second too long that could cost them his life. The voices in his head agree with each plan, giddily discussing which ways could spill the most blood. Hours later, the two come to a dip in the netherrack where two hills slope into each other.

Phil squints at his map, searching for a landmark in the terrain around them before nodding in satisfaction. “This is it,” he declares.

Techno sets down his bag and nudges aside a few items before producing a sizable amount of obsidian. Its surface glints with the illumination from the fires that burn lazily around them as he sets them up in the shape of a portal and Phil idly tests his flint and steel that sparks sharply when he strikes the iron against flint. Techno disguises the structure’s frame over with more netherrack and nods at Phil. With one flick of the wrist, violet swirls jumping to life inside the border.

They pass invisibility potions between them, the opalescent concoction sloshing in bottles as they drink it down and watch patiently as their bodies vanish from sight. There's something about being invisible that's both mystifying and terrifying at the same time. Techno's had his fair share of usage for the potion, especially helpful when he was breaking Phil free from L'Manberg and to stealthily avoid another face-off with a 3v1.

The Overworld is warm, but not like the Nether. It's pleasant, a small breeze providing cool air to accompany the sun's rays that reach down to kiss whatever ground it can. Techno squints, glancing down at himself to see the wisps of the potion giving away his cover. They'd have to move quickly or else he just might be in some deep shit. Following the sound of Phil's footsteps, the two begin making their way out of the borders of the main server and towards the rural area.

After approximately eight minutes and a sweep of the area to make sure they're in the safe zone later, the invisibility wears off. Their bodies flicker, dispelling the last of the potion before settling into being visible. They continue forward, navigating through the plains and trees.

Time here was spent thinking anxiously of what to say. Techno's never been good at words unless they were said in the heat of the moment, conjuring a grand speech from the depths of his mind while holding wither skulls over soulsand. But passive conversation? Ehhh, that's something he has to work on. It probably wouldn't give off the best impression if Phil did all the talking with a threatening seven-foot tall figure looming over his shoulder.

The air becomes strained by the minute as they grow closer and closer to their destination. The voices are beginning to chant blood. Crows eye them from the tops of the trees. Every footfall feels like it could be someone else's. Techno's ears flick at every sound. Philza clears his throat constantly as if to recalibrate himself. Time was the slowest it’s ever been as Techno counts down the seconds.

A house appears on the horizon.

It's a simple cottage, structured neatly near the edge of the woods that gives them a tactical escape if needed. As they draw closer, Techno knows that if it becomes a manhunt, the outcome is easily predictable. Smoke spouts from the chimney as if to say, "Yes, someone's home." It looks like an easy domestic life and he almost feels sorry that they're disrupting it. Almost.

They approach the door and it feels like the moment of truth. A dramatic reveal. Phil raises his hands and knocks.

There's shuffling.

The sound of tools being put down.

Footsteps creaking wooden floor planks.

The click of a lock.

Squeaking as the door swings open.

A figure appears in his vision.

Technoblade's eyes widen as in what feels like the first time in an eternity, fear spreads through the whole of his body from head to toe.

Your face has never been clearer.

Time freezes as the two of you stare at each other, each unmoving and each trying to gauge what the other will do first. Phil hasn't spoken yet, sensing the tension and backing off quietly.

This couldn't be real. You were dead. You lived centuries ago. You died centuries ago. This must be an ancestor, a cheap trick of the light. A devout believer in the Grieving Leader who fashioned their appearance after you. It wasn't you. It wasn't you. It wasn't you.

But all his excuses shatter the moment you speak.

"Technoblade?"

It all comes rushing back, the smiles and laughter and scolding lilted tones and fingertips dancing across his forehead as they brushed away his bangs. The sharpening of tools and preparing for war and making sure the other was covered in the middle of the chaos and death permeating the air and healing each other's wounds later. The grief and the silence and the anguish that follows his departure like the plague.

All of it and more is right in front of him.

You're right in front of him.

"You're not real," you whisper, backing up slightly, "I'm hallucinating again even after all this time."

Techno wants to say that you're not. He's here. He wants to reach out and pull you close and never let go and tell you what's happened over the time you've missed together. But you're afraid, he can see that now. You're shying away from him and it hurts more than he thought it would.

"You're supposed to be dead," is the first thing that wheezes out of him.

"So are you."

But you're not. The both of you are still undeniably alive and breathing. He hadn't realized how much he missed your voice and wished he could hear it in a better situation. There's a gap where someone was supposed to say anything, but instead, there's just emptiness. It's hollow, cruel, and suffocating and Techno just wishes they would say something.

"I spent so long trying to find you," your voice is scratchy and you swallow thickly, "And all these years I believed you to be taken by death's hands when you still walked the earth without a care."

Your words break him and suddenly, he wants to solidify that you're here even if you hate him. Even if you spit and never want to see him again, he wants to know that you're just...alive. He holds his breath as he shakily reaches out. You don't move.

With the most featherlight touch he can manage, his fingertips run down the sides of your face, grazing from the temple, gliding over the apple of the cheek, and leaving off at the left of your face.

"You're real," he breathes out loud to make the statement a reality.

You quietly choke on a sob and your eyes begin shining with unshed tears.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Things are awkward.

You’re busy shuffling around in the kitchen to prepare tea (you said it’s what you’ve always preferred when Techno abruptly asked out of the blue) while the two men are left in the main area suffering in silence. Phil keeps checking on his companion with worried glances to which Techno keeps waving off.

“So,” you begin slowly, entering the room with a tea tray, “what business do you have with me?”

“Just heard you were in the area is all,” Phil answers, taking a whiff of his cup when you set it down in front of him, “We don’t get newcomers around here often.”

“Any specific reason why?” you set a cup in front of Techno.

“The people in this server are...competitive,” the piglin hybrid answers, identifying the beverage as lavender tea, “If you’re here, you’re gonna have the factions frothing at the mouth for your allegiance.”

“That intense, huh?” you muse, “But I’ve been in the crosshairs of wars before. I think I can manage.”

“Things aren’t like what they were in our war,” Techno refutes and immediately regrets it when your neck nearly snaps when you glare at him. His mistake whirls in his head. Our war, our war, our war.

“I know that,” you say harshly, busying yourself with pouring your own drink, “Nothing was like that period.”

For a split second, he can see you perfectly in the tent you shared. He can see you slumped over the table with eyebrows pinching together as you mark up another possible route. He can see you falling asleep, leaving him to carry you to your cot so you didn’t wreck your spine. He can see you motioning him over to proof check your plans that would be worth his time.

But, here you are now in a humble cottage far away from the action and living a life vastly different than what he remembers from a past life. He looks into your sunken eyes, devoid of the passion that comes with living. It leaves one major question hanging in his mind.

What happened to you?

“Surely the place can’t be that bad,” you say, taking your own seat and looking at the two, “Well I haven’t seen any explosions or screaming yet or I’m too far away to hear it.”

“You’d hear it,” Phil assured, “The last proper war we had certainly rocked the earth to its core. Actually, Techno and I were two of the three drivers of it.”

Your gaze slides to Techno and he keeps his expression remaining indifferent as he stares you back. “Why am I not surprised?” you mumble, turning your eyes down to stare into the dip in your cup “Voices still sticking around?”

“Of course,” he says, “You know better than anyone that they don’t necessarily like the prospect of leaving.”

“They don’t,” you agree gravely.

Up until this point, the voices have been murmuring softly in a state of shock ever since your reveal, but now they’re beginning to grow louder with questions that he almost lets slip from his lips because he’s been asking himself the same things.

He’d told you about them before when you’d asked about his history with combat and what had made him so hardened to the outside world. Technoblade barely made exceptions, but you had softened him somehow through conversing as if he were a fellow human being rather than the beast that the soldiers envisioned him as. You were more concerned rather than horrified when he’d told you about them and asked if there was anything you could do to help. In the end, he spent that night in bliss as the voices cooed over your fingers carding through his hair and massaging his scalp to relieve any remnants of headache.

So they liked you, so to speak.

“What are they saying now?” you ask, a hint of underlying worry in the simple inquiry.

“They missed you.”

You blink like you didn’t believe him. Techno only shrugs indifferently because he’s not going to lie about it, especially not with the bastards watching his every word.

“O...kay,” you back off uncertainly and he cringes when the voices immediately begin arguing over whether it was the right move to make.

Trying to push the eruption of overlapping children to the back of his mind, he takes a sip of his tea and listens idly as Phil asks you some questions and you reply to the best of your abilities. You don’t laugh, not even when the crow hybrid tries cracking a joke or two. Actually, you only smile sadly like you pity him for being a bad comedian.

The hours pass quickly until Phil looks outside and notices the sun creeping towards the horizon.

"We should probably get going," he mentions, standing up and stretching.

"We do still have to feed the animals," Techno nods, draining what was left in his cup and joining his friend's side.

"I see," you murmur, piling their dishes back onto the tray and walking them towards the door, "This was a very nice chat."

Nice wouldn't really be how Techno would explain it since there are many things still left unsaid between the two of you. Sure, it was civilized but he longs to know more. What have you been doing? Why were you here?

The night air is cool on the lower half of his face, the mask blocking it from his eyes. Phil shakes your hand and thanks you for the company to which you politely tell him it was no trouble. Techno begins to follow him down the path they came until a soft call of his name freezes him in his tracks. He looks back to where you linger just outside the threshold of the front door.

"I -" You struggle to gather your thoughts, "Do you want to come back? Soon? I'm sure there are things we need to talk about."

He breathes out a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing now that he knows you're on the same page. "Yeah. I think that'll be good."

"Good, good."

You shift awkwardly from foot to foot and he almost blurts out a goodbye until you open your mouth to speak again.

"Um, you don't need to if it's a personal thing, but I...I know what you - what you look like."

Techno's eyes widen and his fingers unconsciously find the edge of the covering that conceals half of his face.

"Yeah, of course." Anything for you.

"Great, uh," he can tell you're just as poor at this whole conversing thing as he was and the fact gives him a little comfort, "Can we do it tomorrow?"

"I'm free tomorrow," he answers even though he doesn't know if he actually is. Screw it, he'd push it all back if he had to.

"Okay."

"Okay."

Something flows between the two of you, a spark that gives Techno the impression that things will be okay in the end. He gives you a small smile and his brain goes haywire when you return it.

Genuinely.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," he says, getting a bit bolder, "Any time?"

"Whatever is good," you answer, "I'm not really busy with anything."

"Got it," Techno glances behind him where Philza has waited out of earshot. God bless that man, "I shouldn't keep him waiting, huh?"

"I guess not," you sadly smile, "I'll see you around, blade."

The nickname unearths old feelings he hasn't felt in a while. He hated the nickname when Tommy or Wilbur used it, insinuating he was nothing but a mere weapon at their disposal. But, when it was you, all it felt like was just a short of his name like it was supposed to be.

"I'll see you then," he agrees and finally takes his leave and goes to regroup with Philza, gravel crunching beneath his boots.

This time, the voices are not screaming for him to go back but instead are tittering excitedly, eager to return to your side the next day.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

"I've got it, mate. Don't worry."

It feels like Phil's said it for the thousandth time as Techno prepares to take his leave for your house. He's fretting. There's no doubt he trusts Philza with handling all the chores, but…

"I will worry," Techno steps around him and tests the weight of an iron pick in the palm of his hand, "You're old. Shriveling, even."

"What?!" Phil unnecessarily yells before groaning, "And just when I thought I had an ally in this world."

"You're being dramatic."

"I'm being dramatic?"

"I mean, that's what I said," Techno shrugs, and grabs his cape, "Next thing you know, you're gonna be throwing out your back trying to farm wheat."

"Oh, fuck off," the blonde snaps but lets a small smile slip anyways, "You should get going."

"I should," he agrees, strapping on his mask and sliding his crown into place, "I'll send a message when I'm on my way back."

"Gotcha. Good luck."

"Thanks, Phil."

Techno didn't think he'd be getting answers this soon. He walks the route that he did the other day, retracing footsteps and finding the portal with ease. Taking the obligatory invis pot, he passes through and begins on the final stretch to your home. After sending a brief update to Phil on his communicator, Techno spots your house on the horizon. The journey was significantly shorter now that he didn't have to worry about dragging behind his friend. Philza was a good travel companion, but contrary to the man's word, he was getting a bit slower.

You're outside already, setting up a modest farm and working the soil to fertility when your head perks up upon hearing his footsteps. You get to your feet, wiping dirt that smudges on tan pants, and wave him inside welcomingly. The house is warm and Techno kicks the spare dirt off his boots for common courtesy.

"Welcome back," you greet cautiously, closing the door behind him generously, "Do you want -"

Your words cut themselves off as he begins unbuckling the straps of his mask after recalling your request from the day before. He glances up, hands freezing in place and afraid he did something wrong already.

"What?"

"Nothing," you mumble, averting your eyes quickly, "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Anything you'd like," he replies evenly and you nod, disappearing into a hallway presumably to change out of your dirt-stained clothing.

Techno sighs, lowering his mask fully and setting it on a side table before sitting on the long couch you had placed next to it. He glances around the room to take in your belongings. There’re the necessities like crafting tables, furnaces, chests sporadically placed around, brewing stands that bubble lazily with potions, but there's also little trinkets like a colorful feather, a collection of rocks carved into statues, a piece of an ocean monument. They all reflect things you've done, a past he didn't get to be a part of. His gaze drifts to a familiar-looking piece of stone and his body jolts slightly as he realizes what it was.

So you'd kept a brick for yourself.

"Sorry about that," you announce your presence, sweeping back into the room and holding out a steaming sweet-smelling cup to him, "Hope you still like hot chocolate."

He hasn't had it in a while and if he ever did have it, his tongue has long forgotten the taste of it. "Thank you," he murmurs, looking at the cream piled on top of the liquid, "I don't know if I still do."

"You really did when we were - uh - comrades?" The title sounds uncomfortable, "So I hope your preferences haven't changed since I cut back on the sweetness the way you liked it."

Techno blinks dumbly. He forgot so many things about you, yet you seemed to remember every last detail about him. Guilt floods through his chest and he frowns.

"What -" he begins slowly, "Happened?"

You sit down on the other end of the couch and draw your knees to your chest, sighing as if mentally preparing yourself for what was to come.

"The war ended. And I wanted to talk to you about something the day after to hopefully clear something up, but…" you swallow, and he grit his teeth nervously, "You were gone. With no - no trace or sign."

Techno doesn't say anything but his lips do press into a firm enough line that it hurts. His mind is racing too fast, overflowing with voices that are arguing over what to say and what to not. It's too loud, too painful. So he just talks.

"I didn't want to hurt you," he begins softly, "I grew too attached too fast, and staying would have only hurt you and me."

"How so?"

"You would've grown up. Or you should've at least. You would have had to fall in love and have a family and settle into a content lifestyle before leaving me. I couldn't bear to watch it." He brings the rim of the cup to his lips and sips. It's warm and chocolatey but not too rich, cutting back on the sweetness just as you'd claimed. It makes him feel warm inside, cozy. Like he'd finally found home after a long day of work.

"But I didn't."

Your words make him look back up, afraid of something in you. Your relationship is rocky after all these years and that terrifies Techno more than it should. He's pitiful, nearly cowering away from someone so small yet so large.

"I'm sure you've already figured it out, but our time on this earth is infinite somehow," you search for something in his eyes but he doesn't know what, "If you stayed, I would have told you."

"I'm sorry." It bursts out from his lips too fast for him to hold back. He can tell the apology catches you off guard, startling as surprise curls your features before settling back down.

"I suppose we should take the time to get to know each other again," you say gingerly, "It's been a long time without you, Techno."

He sighs in exasperation. "I know.”

He knows he fucked up this time. All those centuries he could've been by your side instead of abandoning you selfishly for his own good. He didn't know how to be a friend back then and even though he has Phil under his belt now…

How does he reconnect with you?

He surveys you and you look him right back, not pushing him to say anything. You're patient and it's a virtue you've carried that makes him grateful.

"History painted you as someone who's larger than life," he decides to say, "What happened to you?"

His words were a little harsh, but you don't seem to take it to heart as you shrug indifferently. "People change, Techno. Did you expect me to stay the same after all this time?"

"The people never forgot you," he glances at the brick that lies stiffly on the shelf, "But it seems you've forgotten yourself."

For once, you're speechless and the room falls into an awkward silence. He doesn't regret his words per se but he does admit he could've been a bit more understanding about it.

"Do you know why I'm called the Grieving Leader?"

Techno raises an eyebrow. "I'm assuming it's because you lost a loved one. A significant other, a child, or the like. Time's not really a wish-granting machine."

"It was because of you."

The world stopped spinning on its axis and everything suspended in a perfect freeze.

"Things were such a whirlwind when you were gone," you continue serenely as if your reveal wasn't currently making his entire beliefs shatter, "I desperately looked for you everywhere. Villages knew nobody of your appearance and the people had to watch as I descended into near madness with the sudden emptiness you left in your place."

He suddenly can't get the sudden horrifying image out of his head of you asking every face you encounter if they'd seen him, reaching, calling, never getting an answer as he slips out of your grasp.

"You left me," your voice cracks, finally a break in the defenses you've carefully crafted against him since he showed up at your door, "And I daresay I would've searched to the ends of the earth had my sadness not drowned me before my longing did."

Techno almost breaks the fragile mug in his hands just from how tightly he held onto it. He wants to evaporate suddenly, to sink into the earth and never move again. The agony he forced onto you must've been terrible if the people felt it fit to garner a name for it. He shakes, lost in the way the voices are shrieking at him, rising up and punishing him for subjecting you to such torment.

He feels it festering, the bloodlust that comes whenever they get too passionate about something. Techno tries to repress it, but it's futile to try. His hand itches for the blade in his inventory to spill crimson and take more lives than he can count in a fit of adrenaline and horror. He almost dips beneath the waves to drown.

Until a small hand rests on his.

You've moved from your spot, gently prying the cup out of his hands to set off on the side table. "Techno," you murmur softly, "Stay with me now."

His wide blown out eyes are reflected in your own pupils, ruby red irises fluctuating between light and dark as he fights the entity that thrives on inside of him. "I'm sorry -"

You take a seat next to him, weight dipping into the cushions and making him painfully aware of your presence as you reach up to tilt his chin towards you. "Listen, those voices aren't you. I know who you are." Your gentle tone is something safe to hold onto in the flurry of the storm. It's a shelter. An escape. "I know you didn't mean to. You didn't know."

“But I should’ve -”

“We both should’ve done a lot of things differently,” you interject feebly, “But what’s important is that we work on being better together. And I forgive you.”

Forgiveness. It’s a foreign word to Technoblade that he never seeks after countless betrayals. But, hearing it fall from your lips might have been the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

The voices recede back, letting you have your moment. Maybe he was right before. Maybe it would be okay in the end. You slowly drop your hands from his face and come to rest them on your lap. For a little bit, there’s nothing but comfortable silence as you and he process the resolution you’ve arrived at.

“So what now?” he asks.

You tilt your head.

“Well, I want to hear what you’ve been up to,” he hums, copying your action and lolling his over to match yours, “Like you said, I’m sure we have much to catch up on.”

“You’re not wrong,” you smile, “How about you stay for dinner tonight? I can make you something nice and we can just talk.”

“That sounds nice,” he pauses, “Just don’t poison my food or anything before I make it up to you, okay?”

A burst of laughter bubbles from your lips and he has to pause to listen. Your shoulders shake as if you’ve forgotten what it felt like, the biggest grin he’s yet to see on your splitting your features. It’s beautiful and fragile and fleeting all at once.

Techno commits this image of you in his mind, burning it into his memories so he’d never forget again.

You usher him to the kitchen, flitting around and handing him a stack of potatoes to cut up for dinner as you fish out various other ingredients to prepare the meal. While doing so, he tells you about his life in the tundra with Phil.

"So you have polar bears and how many foxes?"

"Three," Techno answers, taking caution to not dice any of his fingers off as he chopped up the root vegetables, "But only Blitz really trusts me."

"That's a nice name," you muse from where you marinate a roast, "And you said Steve is your emotional support bear?"

"Something like that," he hums, "What about you? Any pets or lovers or stories to share?"

You snicker. "Lovers?"

"You never know," he retorts, "Well, you would. But I don't."

"Fortunately," you begin, walking to the basin where you begin washing off your hands, "I haven't had any suitors since we were last together. God would've had to save the poor souls who couldn't keep up."

"That's good," he lets out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding, "I haven't had a problem keeping up with you."

"That's we've been apart for centuries, dickhead," you say lightheartedly and flick water at him, "You might change your mind."

"I won't," he grumbles and twists to wipe the water droplets off on his shoulder.

You dry your hands on a sage green tea towel and pause by his side. He can feel the weight of your eyes scrutinizing him, looking for something.

"These are new," you murmur, reaching up to run the lightest touch of your fingertips over crudely healed scars that litter his face.

He nearly shudders at the tentative contact, already missing it as you withdraw away quickly in fear that you'd overstepped boundaries. It leaves a ghost of a feeling that he can still feel the weight on the surface of his skin.

"There was a lot of time to get into fights," he answers even though you didn't ask anything, "Enemies tended to aim for the eyes so I just remedied it with a mask."

“Ever the resourceful one,” you chuckle, “Didn’t expect you to fashion it after a pig out of all the animals, though. What made you choose it?

"They like potatoes."

"Of course."

It feels easy talking to you even after all this time like nothing in the world could touch you. It felt so painfully nostalgic, just the two of you having pleasant conversations that would stay between you like secrets nobody else could know.

That night, Techno eats at your table and listens to your stories. That night, Techno lets you study his face and run fingers over scars he’s forgotten about.

That night, Techno falls in love with somebody all over again, but this time, he knows they share his infinite forever.

And perhaps that was the cruelest fate he could be subjected to.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Techno gets a sudden message from you.

This isn’t unusual considering you’ve been talking over the communicators for the past couple of weeks. As you settle into being around each other again and Phil gets used to having you around, you and Techno have certainly been making progress on building up your relationship and healing old wounds.

There's less fidgeting and hesitation, replaced by familiar comfort and the safety that comes with knowing that neither of you are leaving again any time soon. The piglin hybrid notices you smile more and laugh easier, sending his world spinning on its axis when you ask if you can braid his hair like old times. He has to resist the urge to fall asleep to your gentle tugs as you weave his rose-pink locks into a fancy fishtail style, gleefully slinging it over his shoulder for him to see. He doesn't want to take it out.

You make meals and help him take care of the wolf army. Steve's taken a liking to you too, greeting you every time you make the trip to the tundra for head pats. The foxes, although wary by nature, are slowly warming up as well. Life is good for once and it's something Techno rarely thought nowadays because of the server's drama and constant demands for his death.

The communicator buzzes in his pocket and Techno fishes it out, squinting at the screen. There's a single question from you.

"Can I ask you something?"

His eyebrows furrow and curiosity gets the better of him as he quickly types back a response.

"Anything"

"Mind going on a date with me?"

That is the last thing Techno expects and he almost drops the damn device when he reads it. His thoughts scatter as the voices burst out with joy, excitedly chattering away about the possibilities as he tries to form a cohesive thought. He hears his heartbeat thudding in his ears as he stares at your message, rereading it over and over as if there was a hidden message between the lines. Slowly, he begins typing.

Technoblade whispers to you: "Sure When?"

You whisper to Technoblade: "Next Wednesday? Can you pick me up when the sun's setting?"

Technoblade whispers to you: "I can do that."

You whisper to Technoblade: "Perfect! See you then :)"

You shouldn't be so casual about this but Techno's half glad you were straightforward with it. Or maybe it didn't mean anything. Maybe you meant it as a platonic date. Those existed. What does he do? Does he dress up for it? Considering his normal attire, it was enough to pass as formal just on its own. What does he bring? Flowers, right? People brought flowers for dates. But what kind of flowers? They all had meanings, and Techno didn't want to accidentally give you blooms that insinuated that he hated you or anything.

Without thinking, he searches through his contacts for someone to help.

/msg Nihachu Do you know anything about flowers?

Later, he's left with a handful of carnations, dahlias, camellias, statices, purple hyacinths, white tulips, and pink stargazer lilies. Niki explained it as she went, combing through fragile petals before handing them all to him and wishing him luck. He reminded himself to pay her back later. Every one of the florets had their own unique scent and Techno could only hope you like them. Honestly, he was probably stressing out more than need be, but it was you.

Just that fact alone was enough to make his foundations crumble

Wednesday came and all Techno had was his rambles to Steve who simply looked up at him with beady black eyes. His flowers were in his inventory, waiting to be presented as he passed through the Nether and up into the Overworld. As he nears your house, he stops. Silently, he moves to crouch behind the trunk of a tree close enough that he can listen.

There's somebody already there.

"Can we just agree to disagree?" You ask, amusement laced into your tone, "Surely we can come to some sort of compromise."

"No, we fucking won't," a voice sharply retaliates, and Techno's breath hitches, "You've fallen off and your lover boy isn't anywhere to be found. So tough shit."

"Quackity, you said your name was?" You ask idly, "I wonder how much you really know about us."

"Enough that I know you're valuable to Technoblade. Now you can come silently or-"

"Uh huh. I've heard that one before."

Techno wants to laugh and cry at the same time. So this is why you'd asked him to come: for backup. He doesn't know exactly if he dodged a bullet or took one, but he didn't have time to think about it now that you required his aid. He slips his mask over his face and straps it into place.

"Listen here, you little shit. You think Techno's a good person? Do you see this scar?"

"Looks more like free dental service."

"Fuck off."

Poor guy. If only he knew the consequences of targeting you. Techno takes a glance around the corner, seeing you practically offering your wrists out as Quackity claps iron cuffs to them. They're similar to the ones the Butcher Army used to restrain him after threatening Carl. His jaw tightens, wondering what you were doing. The voices are brewing, chanting for blood already just at the sight. It's almost irresistible but he reminds himself that you need a level head right now, not a bloodthirsty raging beast.

Just as your captor begins to tug you along, Techno makes his presence known. He stands patiently, eyes flashing dangerously beneath his mask.

"Technoblade!" Quackity cheers, a forced smile splitting his lips, "What brings you here?"

"Wondering what you're doing with my," he glances at you, "business partner."

Quackity's face curls while you merely raise a brow behind him. "Business partner? The fuck are you trying to do?"

"Potatoes," he says and you roll your eyes, but a smile ticks the corner of your mouth, "Don't you know how valuable agriculture can be? It's actually a fascinating pattern in history -"

"Cut the shit," Quackity hisses, "I know you're here for them."

Techno blinks. "Don't hurt anyone now."

"Well, I won't if you -"

"I wasn't talking to you."

His gaze slides from Quackity to you who finally lets loose the smile you've been holding back when you feel the weight of his look. "If I know anything about you, you don't just let people take you willy nilly. So what're you up to?"

"I was bored," you chirp happily.

"Figures."

Quackity sputters, deciding to cut to the chase and draw a netherite axe from his inventory. The heavy blade gleams in the moonlight.

"Techno, if you don't -"

"You might want to keep an eye on your captive," Techno cuts him off idly, "Just a suggestion."

Almost as if on cue, you disappear from sight and the cuffs fall to the ground with a clatter.

"The fuck?" Quackity whirls around, staring at the abandoned iron incredulously, "Where the fuck are you?!"

Ominous laughter rings out followed by footsteps on dirt then gravel. The last of the sun dips below the horizon, bathing the sky in a dark blue. The wind blows gently, adding to the atmosphere.

"You just don't mess with them," Techno shrugs, feeling your invisible hand slip around his wrist, "They're a little sneaky, aren't they?"

"Enough with the fucking games, Technoblade," Quackity snaps, turning the blade onto the piglin hybrid now, "I'm so fucking done with you."

"Alright," he slides you an enderpearl, "Guess that means our little excursion is over."

He shifts his foot eastward before lobbying his own pearl. It makes a graceful arc and another follows it barely a second after. Before he teleports, Techno flips his middle finger at Quackity. He laughs to himself, hearing the man's angry screeches as his feet hit the new ground. Your giggles reach his ears as you land next to him, the potion ebbing away to reveal your figure.

"You," he begins, rushing to catch his breath, "Are so bad."

"Me?" Your smile is brighter than any cloudless sunny day, "You're the one who said we were business partners when I gave you an excuse!"

"I panicked!" He runs a hand through his hair, "That guy tried to execute me, bro."

"Even better," you say brightly, "Can I crash at yours?"

"I don't see any other solution," he grumbles lightheartedly but starts towards the nether portal anyway, "Next time you want a bit of fun, just ask and we can, you know, not mess with people that'll try to use you as leverage against me."

"Worrywart," you tease, "I can handle myself."

"I know," Techno sighs, coming down from the adrenaline and warding off the voices who want him to go back and finish the one-eyed bastard for good, "That doesn't mean I can't be concerned for your safety."

"I'll be more careful," you muse, catching his hand and swinging it leisurely between your bodies, "but only for you."

Only for you.

You tell Techno about your day. About the unfair amounts of poisonous potatoes that were in your garden today. About the pack of dogs you were sad you couldn't tame (to which he promised to give you some bones). About the way you'd learned about Quackity's plans to come after you and decided to make a fun little game out of it.

"He'll probably be targeting you now more than ever," Techno hums, "It's probably for the best that you stay with Phil and me for a bit until things settle down a bit."

"Okay," you agree, "We'll have to go back at some point for clothes, though."

"You can just borrow a shirt of mine tonight," he offers but immediately backpedals when he says it, "I mean - if you want to. You don't have to if you don't."

You fall silent for a moment and he fears he might have crept you out or something, but instead, you hold onto his hand a little tighter.

"I'd like that."

You walk back in soothing silence, nudging bodies into each other and squeezing fingers as if reassuring the other that the both of you are still there. Techno thinks about the flowers in his inventory and cringes. Well, he didn’t want to awkwardly shuffle back to Niki and mumble out an excuse as to why he still had them nor did he necessarily want to keep holding onto them. The voices urge him to just give it to you. After all, they were meant to be a gift, date or not.

Techno removes his cape before you step into the Nether portal to the tundra and you toss him a confused look until you find yourself amid snow and cold winds. You make a noise of protest at the sudden drop of temperature until he slings the thick fabric over your shoulders, blinking as white fur brushes your cheeks and he focuses on clasping it together. The air becomes thick with suspense as if the world was holding its breath waiting for something. Techno meets your eyes, face so dangerously close to yours as his breath hitches and he controls it to not fan onto you. You’re searching for something in his eyes again and the voices murmur softly to close the distance.

Neither of you speak when he slowly pulls away, but the taste of mourning is tangible.

You trudge through the powdery terrain, leaving two sets of footprints behind that’s vaguely endearing in an aesthetic sort of way. Phil’s house is already dark when the conjoined houses fade into view and Techno mumbles something about him being an old man causing you to laugh. The cabin provides a much welcome heat, just in time too as it begins snowing outside.

Techno climbs up the ladder to his room and shuffles through shirts that might be fitting on you. To be fair, his form was much larger than yours so any would provide enough to preserve your modesty. He settles for a soft and simple collared cotton number with adjustable ties, throwing it over his arm and descending back down to find that you’ve coaxed the fire back to life, which crackles heartily. You give him a warm smile when you hear the creak of the wooden planks and he notices his cape is missing from your body, strung up neatly on the rack near the door.

“You can change upstairs,” is all he offers, mind blanking, “Or in here and I can go upstairs. Up to you.”

“I think I’ll change down here if you don’t mind,” you hum, “Think I wanna hit the hay after such an exciting night.”

“Alright,” he agrees softly, tossing the article of clothing over the arm of the chair and turning to take to the rungs of the ladder when he pauses once more.

“You okay?”

Your tone rolls with a slight hint of worry and Techno damns the voices for what they’re pushing him to do.

“Yeah, I just -” he pulls away from the ladder and holds out his hand in empty air, “I know it wasn’t a real date or anything, and no offense, but it was a pretty shit one if it actually was but…”

He lets his words trail off as the bundle of flowers materialize into his palm, their light weight comforting in the anxiety that has suddenly taken home in his throat. He watches your eyes widen at the soft pinks, purples, and whites of the petals and your mouth drop open silently at the implications.

“I mean, it’s not much - and I had to - I didn’t know what to do,” Techno’s rambling now, your lack of words causing some forms of excuses to pour out of him, “You don’t have to take them if you don’t like them. We can use them for dye or -”

“Techno.”

He bites his tongue.

You walk forward, carefully taking them by the stems from his hand and holding them to your chest, just over your heart. Your head dips down, eyes fluttering shut as you inhale their scent and the corners of your mouth pull upward.

“You’re such a dork,” your fond whisper reaches his ears, “They’re lovely.”

The voices sing at your praise, pushing over one another as they celebrate this mini victory. They only exemplify as you reach upward, arm hesitating before brushing aside his bangs and sliding down the side of his jaw, cradling it for a second or two. Techno goes stone still, swallowing as he tries not to absolutely melt into your delicate touch. It feels too long and too short when you retreat. You can probably see the blush that floods his pale cheeks as he fumbles himself back into the real world.

“Goodnight,” he bids you, the voices gleefully recounting what just happened.

“Goodnight, Tech.”

He turns to the ladder and disappears up into his quarters.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

You stare at the flowers in your hands then at the shirt that lies over the couch. Your stomach’s turning with something like adrenaline and something like butterflies as you catch your heart racing. Swiftly changing into his clothing so you can go to bed, you almost choke on his scent that lingers all around you now.

"Shit," you whisper beneath your breath.

Because it appears that even after all this time, you’re still unconditionally and undeniably in love with Technoblade.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Things are so dramatically different between you and Techno, even Phil has noticed it.

There's a tenderness between the two of you, dancing around each other and beating around the bush when your feelings are right there for all to see. Lasting glances and brushing of bodies make Techno's brain go haywire, but you never talk about it. You enjoy the moments but don't risk losing them. However, it soon becomes unavoidable when a snowstorm rips through the area and traps you inside the cabin.

It's intense enough that Phil couldn't even risk opening the door in fear of being blown away by strong winds and unyielding freezing temperatures accompanied by hail. Techno peeks outside and grumbles, rewiring his daily chores to adjust to the sudden weather pattern.  You're unused to it, wonder ebbing into your features as you watch the white landscape through the windows. It's brutal, pieces of ice battering against the reinforced glass panes that thud insistently and threaten to shatter it.

"I made sure they'll never break," Techno reassures when he spots you, "This isn't the first snowstorm."

"So we're trapped in here?"

"More or less."

You don't seem upset about it. Much the opposite in fact, as you merely hum and wander away from the door.

"I guess we'll have to get cozy then," you muse, joining his side where he's adding wood to the fire pit, "There're worse people to get stuck alone with."

Alone together. It's almost like fate wanted the two of you to get the deed over with already. There's not much wiggle room in the cabin itself and Techno usually went into a small hibernation when storms like these happened, lulled away by the sounds of the natural words banging at his door until slipping into unconsciousness. However, now that you're here for this one, he thinks it may be impossible to go to sleep for that long.

"How long do you think it'll last?" You ask curiously, bumping a shoulder into his arm.

"Maybe two weeks or so," he replies, bumping back, "Give it time. I'm sure you'll be out of here before I drive you crazy." Even though you already drive me crazy.

"You can try," you say cockily, "But I doubt living with you will be that hard."

You end up being so very wrong because there's no escape from your emotions now. One moment, Techno would be reading only to find you next to him, idly scanning pages over his shoulder or he'd be smithing at the anvil and catch you watching him with intense focus. You're so irresistible and loud without having done anything out of line or talking and it leaves Techno washed up and dry every time he says goodnight and you hesitate like you want to say something more.

If limbo was anything like this, then he was fucked. Always silently reaching, always quietly calling, always hopelessly trying to suppress himself. You were so close yet so far always almost there before he lets you slip through his fingers again. You keep him on a line without a hook, caught up without even trying. He almost tells himself he doesn't love you but if anything, it only adds fuel to the fire.

Techno's longing. He's suffering. It's all your fault.

He doesn't blame you.

It's one night that all bets are off.  Techno treated you to a nice dinner of mushroom soup and recited a Greek story that he held in the back of his mind, eliciting laughter and wide smiles that he treasures in his memories. The storm is still going on strongly, showing no signs of releasing soon. It's torture, but even though it hurts, it feels oddly good. Life might dangle you on a string he could never reach, but at least he can just exist with you like this for a while.

He's drowsy after the day, having sorted through his chests monotonously and putting things in their places with your help so he goes to bid you goodnight when you speak up.

"How long is this going to go on?"

His eyebrows pinch together in confusion, thinking with muted fear that you finally might have had enough. "I can't exactly tell the snowstorm to stop -"

"Not that," you swallow and fiddle with the long sleeves of his shirt that does not fit on you but suits you well, "You know what I mean. What are we Techno?"

"Friends?"

"Techno."

You say his name in the tone where he knows that you're tired of avoiding the elephant in the room and want to get straight to the point. He sighs, sitting on the couch and mentally preparing himself. He feels you sit next to him, the silence suffocating and Techno wants to fade away again.

There's empty space.

Until he talks.

"Do you know why I left?"

You blink, looking up at him.

"You said it was because you couldn't bear to watch me grow old," barely topping a whisper, "If you stayed in perfect, pristine, and unaging condition while I shriveled away."

"Half right," he corrects and blows out a breath, "I said I couldn't bear to watch you fall in love and grow a family before dying."

You fall quiet, his words rolling in your head and he can almost picture the gears ticking away in your brain. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do,” he objects immediately, “You - You’re everything. To me.”

It’s uneasy and not at all the romantic confession you probably deserved. You should’ve had a grand gesture with flowers and confident words proclaiming everlasting immortal love. But, even now, your shared past taints his emotions with uncertainty and makes him stumble. One word from you could silence him forever.

Your mouth opens, then closes. You laugh nervously, running a hand through your hair as you try and find the correct words to say. “I - I’ll be honest, I wasn’t just planning on telling you about my immortality the day you left.” You reach out for him and he readily intertwines his fingers with yours. Your body temperature is significantly lower than his so you’re a little cooler to the touch. “I also wanted to tell you that I - That I grew too attached to you as well. I was afraid of watching you grow older, but I would have done so if just to be by your side.”

“So what of your feelings now?”

You blink then inhale deeply.

“I’m afraid they haven’t changed.”

He can’t help himself as the voices rise up to command him, and this time, he succumbs easily. A battle-worn hand slides gently up your neck, tilting your jaw upwards. Techno doesn’t think. He just does. A fire ignites in him as his mouth claims yours, boiling higher and higher until all he can see is red. His eyes lid as you grasp onto his wrist for dear life, trying to hold your own against the pressure of him on you, and your eyes flutter shut as you give in to the desire that’s grown between your bodies since the day he found you in that cottage. When he moves back to grant you space to breathe, you only chase after him, lips pecking the corner of his mouth as you slide down to rest your forehead against his chest.

He can feel his heart beating strongly against your ear, mind lost in the voices that are shouting your name and in the way you hold onto him still like you never wanted to let go. He realizes then that he truly does love you. It seemed so simple an answer for a problem maximized outside of his control, but it all came full circle. It’s a beautiful truth with transparently brutal candor.

Techno loves you and you loved him back even after all the unnecessary heartbreak he forced you to endure.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” you mumble into his shirt, melting into him as his arms wrap around your torso and pull you in deeper.

“Then I’d follow without question.”

Sometimes, living was too hard so existing was all you could do. Miles away from any other civilization and listening to the windows rattling violently against the storm outside, it was easy to feel like you were the only beings on the earth anymore. You felt so fragile in his arms, but if anything, he knew that he held the world’s most dangerous weapon like a ticking bomb, ready to explode and devastate the terrain for miles around.

And so Icarus fell in love with the sun.

That night, he doesn’t leave you to huddle up on the couch but rather invites you upstairs with him. You look at home amongst his things and Techno nearly gets whiplash from the nostalgia of spending nights with you in camp tents as he served as your right-hand man. But you don’t give him enough time to dwell on it, pulling him towards the bed and onto the mattress. That night he tucks you into his body, finally indulging in everything he’s been holding back and felt so liberating to be able to hold you with tenderness like this.

For the first time in years, the voices let Technoblade have a good night’s sleep.

You no longer sleep alone, spending every waking and unconscious moment you can with him. The atmosphere doesn’t swirl with thick tension, but rather a fondness that comes with your newfound relationship. It’s more intimate than when you were used to, putting feelers out and testing the waters on what was okay and what wasn’t. It was a slow learning process, but you were getting there.

He kisses what he can reach, thanks to his stature and you quickly learn that he’s a big fan of the forehead and behind the ear. As for yourself, you like peppering small kisses on the inside of his wrist and on his hands. Even better is when you’re leveled and you can reach more.

Techno takes care of you, always checking to make sure you’re in good condition and you retaliate in kind by asking his voices things to keep them satisfied. They’re happier now that you’ve reunited, and there’s fewer headaches and stress that come with being a vessel for the Blood God.

You don’t go without your ups and downs, though.

“How are you this evening, darlin’?”

It’s an accident and he immediately regrets it as your head snaps to look at him with wide eyes. Pet names were never something either of you had considered or even talked about and Techno himself doesn’t even know where it came from, an apology getting lodged in his throat. That is until you take up one of his large hands in your own two and smile gently.

“Very well, my dear. And you?”

You laugh at whatever expression he pulls and tug him along to the couch, saying something about needing a warm cup of tea. The voices start repeating it, cooing out the word like a mantra which only causes him to be even more bashful. You sit him down and kiss his temple fondly.

“I’ll be back with some water,” you promise, an adoring look in your eyes, “Please don’t flush anymore, or else I’ll think you’ve come down with something.”

Soon, you have two steaming cups of tea in your hand as he reads a tale to you. His monotone dig is soothing even though some would say it droned on, lulling your eyes shut and your cup almost falls from your hands. Techno chuckles softly, plucking the fragile dishware from you and setting it aside. He tucks you into his side and continues reading from the text, pausing every once in a while to answer your occasional sleepy question.

“Can we go to bed?” you eventually ask, “Don’t wanna...fall asleep down here so you have to carry me up.”

“Of course,” he murmurs softly, bookmarking his page.

Anything you asked of him, he would grant to the best of his abilities after all.

The snowstorm begins to calm down, finally satisfied that it has done its job. The next morning, you awake to snowflakes falling gentle as can be to the earth below.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Techno forgets his birthday every year.

To be fair, he had much more important things to be worrying about than celebrating the day he was brought into this world, but Phil was an insistent bastard and didn't like letting it go. This time around seemed to be no different.

The sun intrudes into his eyelids, prodding him awake. He grumbles at the prospect of being conscious and ducks his face into the crook of your neck to hide from it. Your hand comes up, running through his hair and brushing across his scalp lazily as you murmur something.

"Need to get up," you say softly, "There's animals to be fed.".

"Five more minutes,” he pleads like a child, “Not in the mood to be up yet.”

You breathe out a laugh and let him be, continuing on your soothing touch that causes him to wane between being awake and drifting back to sleep. Suddenly, his ears flick upon hearing voices and he realizes they’re approaching quickly. Techno sits up abruptly, causing you to give him a quizzical look until his expression smooths out then hollows.

“What day is it?” he asks.

“The…” you think about it, “first. Why?”

“Of fucking course it is."

You open your mouth to ask something but are interrupted by sharp knocks on the door. Techno growls beneath his breath and swings his legs over the bed.

"Tech, what's going on?" You ask, copying his actions and following him down the ladder.

"Just an annual thing," he sighs, "It's my birthday."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You never told me."

"It's not important," he mumbles half-heartedly, slinging his cape over his shoulders, "But I was foolish to think Phil would forget this year."

"I suppose it's sort of insignificant considering our situations," you shrug on your own cloak you've obtained and set a gentle hand on his upper arm, "But still, it would have been nice to know so I could've done something for you."

"You're already enough."

He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before blinking like you'd been in a trance and weren't sure what you'd been doing beforehand. He takes your hand in his and opens the door.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

The whole Syndicate is there, shining faces grinning expectantly at him. It’s touching, the way they’re eager for his reaction and he catches you tilting your head with a small smile of your own. They’ve set up a quaint area outside, complete with cakes, complete with five seats and it makes his heart twinge at the prospect that they’ve thought of you. They hand over fireworks to shoot into the sky, pass around slices of cake that Ranboo regenerates with his natural silk touch, and talk about the recent server drama that has been afflicting the server. Wilbur still seems to be a sore point for Niki, so Techno makes sure to steer the conversation away from it for her sake.

Somebody was here.

Techno risks a glance and his stomach drops. He doesn’t recall Quackity being invited to the party. He turns his attention back to the conversation where Phil is mentioning the risk of new governments on the horizon which very well meant that there was a chance that the Syndicate would be having work to do. He presses his lips together turns to look at you where you’re wiping frosting from your mouth. You meet his eyes with uncertainty.

“Can I help you?” you ask lightheartedly.

He reaches up, holding your head in place as he thumbs off some of the icing you’ve missed. “Wanna help tear down governments with us? Or was that a one-time thing?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” you huff out a laugh, “Is that what this little book club is about?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll think about it,” you decide, “I’m a little out of shape since the last government I took down was literally centuries ago.”

“You’d do great,” he assures, pushing back his seat and dusting off his hands as he stands.

“Where’re you going?”

“Bathroom,” he answers shortly and you nod.

He leaves, thankful you didn’t ask anything else.

Quackity tells him that Dream wants to cash in his favor. He says that he wants a visit and Techno thinks that it was about time he checked up on his old pseudo-rival anyway. He knows it’s a trap and knows that something will go wrong, but it would be okay in the end because Technoblade never dies. However, as Quackity’s figure retreats and Techno begins routing a path in his head, he thinks about you.

What would you think of the prospect of being apart for another unspeakable amount of time? Surely you wouldn’t be too overjoyed at the fact, but to be fair, neither was he. When Techno returns to the table, you greet him cheerfully and offer a forkful of cake to him.

He brands your hopeful expression into his brain.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Technoblade doesn’t know how to break the news to you. The day he wanted to go was looming nearer and nearer while you stayed in perfect ignorance of his eventual departure. He nearly wanted to say fuck it and not go at all, but he couldn’t do that. Especially not when Dream was cashing in on the wish that Techno promised him for saving his life.

He’s outside right now, standing amongst the icy cold of the terrain. It’s the middle of the night and you slumber on peacefully as he slipped out of bed and into the cool air. It clears his thoughts and though the temperature minimally inconvenienced him, the wind provided clarity to his jumbled thoughts as if it were sweeping it all into line.

The stars glow brightly out here without the hindrance of the torches and lights that come with the Greater Dream SMP. Instead, they twinkle against the dark canvas of sky, tracing invisible constellations of the few he knows the names and stories of. Even after centuries of change and his life whittling away, the stars stayed the same until their time gave up and they exploded.

Maybe if he survived the burning of the world he could walk among the stars. But even for an immortal, that was a long time.

He barely registers the sound of footsteps behind him and a yawn before a gentle touch grazes the back of his hand.

“Tech, come back to sleep.”

Your voice is soft, a siren’s song amid the storm on the sea. He almost mindlessly follows until he hums indifferently.

“I like it out here.”

You sigh, joining his side and lacing your fingers with him. Your breath makes puffs in the air that he gets hypnotized by briefly.

“So what’re you thinking about?”

He should’ve known you would have pieced that much together. After all, you’re the one who’s known him even longer than Phil has and that was an accomplishment in itself.

“I’ve been putting off telling you.”

“Telling me what?”

He’s already told the aforementioned bird hybrid that he was going to go to the prison. The man was understandably concerned for Techno’s safety and even brought up you. Techno didn’t know how to answer then and he definitely didn’t know how to answer now.

He closes his eyes and exhales.

“I’m going away.”

There’s a momentary pause before you shatter the movements of the tundra as if you commanded the world to stop spinning. The wind even stopped blowing, leaving empty space where there was nothing but your shock which he could almost taste on his tongue.

“What?”

The moment shatters and Techno’s jaw tightens.

“Dream’s requested me to visit. He’s cashing in the favor and I don’t - I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.”

He’s told you the horror stories of the prison. Of how a boy named Tommy had been trapped in there and was brutally beaten to death with his last life shattering inside the obsidian walls. He can feel your breaths quickening, the panic rising.

“No. No, no, no, no, no...”

Barely a whisper and then growing in volume as your fingers tighten in his. Techno can read the desperation, the anguish in your pleading eyes as you look up. For a moment, he can see how you must have been when he took his first departure, the definition of grief and mourning. Your grasp tenses and your repetitive answers become panicked, spilling too fast from your lips and running like waterfalls from your mouth. They only fade when he reaches up a shaky hand to cradle your face, so small and fragile in his arms.

“You can’t leave me again,” you choke out, voice cracking with the phrase that tears down every defense Techno had tried to build for this moment, “I can’t - I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t,” he assures, pulling you in gently and tucking you against his body. His heart twists when your arms wrap around his midsection, holding onto him like a vice he could never escape from.

He can tell you’re holding back, a dam to hold back the tears from cascading your eyes and staining the white fabric of his button-up. He almost wishes you did just to have something of you on him to remember you by, but if the revolution that sparked your relations taught him anything, it’s that you knew how to make a strong face despite any inner turmoil that might be ruining you. But there’s no facade in the way you shake against his body, shuddering from something that isn’t the cold.

In a twisted cliché moment, snowflakes begin to flutter from the sky, getting trapped in your hair and melting against his skin. Time, he thought, was cruel. It seems to torment him with the same punishment time and time again by allowing him to indulge in you before tearing a rift between your bodies, stretching you across a distance so that you could only be connected by the heartstrings.

You're holding onto him like your life depended on it and maybe it did. He felt that you might dissipate and crumble into a pile of ash as soon as the sun rose even though he knows your life was extended just as much as his was. Technoblade was scared and it figures that you would be the first to instill fear into him after years of life threats and commands for his head. You’d been so large in his life, dipping in then flickering out only to come in with a force equivalent to a million withers.

As he smooths down your hair and presses lips against the crown of your head, he fears a world where you never moved to the Dream SMP. He fears a world where he decided that whatever happened to you happened and didn’t find you. He fears a lack of a snowstorm and the warmth that came with it.

Technoblade fears you because he loves you.

He hates the rift that tears between your bodies when you pull away, eyes shining with glossy tears as you reach up to hold his face in the palm of your hand. He leans into it, pecking a kiss to the inside of your wrist and gazing at you with red eyes beneath his lashes.

The world wheels on as you tread through the snow back up the house together. He holds you close and wraps himself around your body when you collapse onto the mattress. He shushes you when you try multiple times to speak. He whispers for the first time since he’s met you even though he’s thought it plenty of times before.

“I love you.”

A whisper doesn’t skip a beat.

“I love you too.”

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

On the day of his departure, Technoblade gives you an ivory envelope and tells you not to open it until the next day.

It hurts and your heart burns to know what secrets it holds, but you promise him that you’ll wait. For seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, decades, centuries, millennia, eons, whatever it took. You’d wait for him.

When he kisses you goodbye, you can feel his sorrow, his desire to never let go and you watch him fade into the horizon with a heavy heart, a hollow feeling in your chest like something of yours had been snatched from beneath your nose. Philza rests a heavy hand on your shoulder as you stare in the direction of the Nether portal.

“He’ll be alright, mate,” he murmurs soothingly, “Technoblade never dies.”

“He’s still keeping up with that stupid mantra, huh?”

“Of course he is.”

Some things never changed, it appeared. It’s bittersweet but he was gone now, left to fulfill his end of a deal. You can’t blame him, of course, because he had the same system with you whenever you’d save him from an arrow to the back or an axe into the shoulder blade. But those usually ended up in lighthearted favors that never put him in harm’s way. You’ve decided you already don’t like this Dream character and gods forbid that you ever meet him if anything happened to Techno.

He wrote you a letter. In that ivory envelope sealed with an insignia that Phil identified as the Antarctic Empire’s, ink covers fancy pieces of parchment paper written in delicate handwriting that could be argued for calligraphy. You sit down at his desk and read.

My dearest,

I’ll have been gone by the time you read this. Right now, you are waiting for me upstairs as I write this letter to you for an inevitable future I cannot escape from even if I took Carl. You know better than any that time cannot be raced against. I do not know what awaits me and what it will mean for us, but rest assured that my whole being, body and soul, are yours forevermore.

You should know that I've loved you for every day we've been departed and you'll come to find that I still shall whenever we may meet again.

Please look underneath the floorboard just beside the fireplace. Take care not to burn yourself. I've left you something to remind you of me and to ideally give you hope that soon we will be in each other's arms where I'll never have to let go of you again.

I love you and please, stay safe.

Ever yours,

Technoblade

He left you a golden ring that fits perfectly over your ring finger and you slip it onto your right hand. It's well taken care of and feels like it's been forged with the utmost quality. Etched onto the surface is a phrase written in enchantment table that you manage to translate with what knowledge you have.

Whether near or far, I am always yours

The bed lacks his warmth and sometimes, you can feel his ghost still pulling you close for affection he’s never had before you. You dream about him. You dream of his face and his choking laughter and his touch and his scent that all fade by the morning that leaves you clutching at nothing.

It’s suffering, haunted by a man who’s still very much alive. You glance anxiously at your communicator in case of a death message even though all signal inside of the prison was strictly cut off for obvious reasons. Over time, you grow numb to the pain and remain empty. You still have tea with Phil and laugh at his poor attempt at jokes in a vague dad-like way but it doesn’t stop you from the phantom agony that lingers when you go to bed all alone. But you live.

Philza keeps you company, calming your erratic thoughts in the worst of times as you try to ignore the yearning that pulls you in the direction of where Techno is. You keep Steve and the foxes well fed, toying with the ring that encircles your finger at all times. You stand outside in the cold and look at the stars, reminiscing of a time when he was there to do it by your side. You're not sure if this was worse than when he'd left all those years ago. On one hand, there's no hallucinations or people watching you break down like an iron pick after too much use, but on the other, your ache for him has only grown to the point where he fills your thoughts at every waking and unconscious moment.

You exchange stories with Phil and you listen with interest about all the adventures they've been on together. In return you tell the winged man of what Techno had been like before they met.

"He's near the same as he was now," you think, stretching back your memories, "But his hair wasn't as long. I mean, it was long enough that I could make small braids but nothing like now."

"I can't imagine that," Phil chuckles, pouring more tea into your cups, "He always fussed about it. Said that growing it out was real sentimental to him."

"That might be because I told him he should grow it out," you smile, "And he stopped cutting it from then on."

"You have more influence on him than you know," he says lightly, "Never shuts up about you nowadays."

It makes you feel worse than better.

That night, you look up into the sky and wish on a shooting star, begging for his return.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Prison might be Techno’s new limbo.

Dream’s surprisingly unhelpful, watching with boredom as his new companion paces the length of the small room. It's only been a few hours since Quackity and Sam had left the two alone and the period of contemplation still lasted where Techno was still trying to wrap his head around the situation. The bubbling of lava was starting to drive him insane, but he reminded himself that things were going to be alright in the end. He'd given Phil that book with instructions and, well...it would just be a matter of waiting now.

Dream asked multiple times about what was going to happen, but he kept his mouth shut on the matter, assuring him that things would eventually work out.

Naturally, Techno thinks of you most of all.

He misses the little things. The way you'd press your lips into a flat line when scratching a whetstone across your blade, sharpening the edge into perfection. The way your hands shake ever so slightly when handling magma cream and blaze rods because of the threat of burns. The way you'd smile too big for your face that made him feel like he could take on whole armies at once.

It felt like you were worlds apart and it hurt.

"So," Dream begins, then trails off like he's lost his wording, "anything fun been happening?"

Techno stops his pacing and gives Dream a once-over. He doesn't trust the guy enough to tell him about you. Sure they were partners in this small obsidian room, but outside where you were was very much free reign. And, if he broke Dream out, he couldn't risk that.

Just a few days and he’d be back home.

At least, that’s what was supposed to happen.

A day went by, then two, then a week, then a month. Techno was starting to think the enderpearl wasn’t there. He waited patiently but as every second seemed to slip away from him, hope slowly began draining. Eventually, he comes to the reasonable conclusion that he was trapped in the prison. It was soul-crushing, thinking that he didn’t even give you a proper goodbye or get to see you one last time, but life tended to be unfair to him anyway.

While Dream made light conversation with him, he thought of you. While this Jesus Christ headass appeared in the room, he thinks of you. As the man that everybody called his rival punched away at obsidian tediously, he thinks of you.

The voices hate ever second spent here, screaming their displeasure whenever they could and talking about you nonstop. They want to go home as much as he does, see you as much as he does. He’s just glad they’re not blaming him this time around.

But as he sits in the boiling room and roasts potatoes before the lava, he decides that he’s not going to be caged in here. The whole server could be at his damn throat for all he cared (it practically was at this rate) and nothing would prevent him from going finding his way back home to you. Perhaps he could steal you away and move to somewhere else that contained less drama, far far away from the threat of another war and separation.

He holds onto that hope obsessively, closing his eyes and tilting his head up against the wall to try and get a shred of sleep.

Technoblade breathes out a sigh and wishes on whatever star that be out there that he could be at your side soon.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Despite the warmth that comes with the cabin, you feel cold.

It’s been three months without him and you’ve been barely holding on. Phil tells you you’re strong and you appreciate the sentiment, but you can’t deny the heavy heart that rests in the cavity of your chest. Techno’s memory is a distant daydream at this point and even your unconscious visions of him have halted. You tell yourself that he’ll be back but every day is another one lost and you can feel time ticking away like sand marking down what’s left.

The flowers he gave you are pressed between the pages on a book you own, perfectly preserved to last. The colors have faded since then, desaturating into dull hues that are easier on the eyes. You run your fingertips across the paper fragile petals, taking care not to rip them and disturb their frozen forever.

Well...not forever.

They’d dissipate sooner or later and you’d have to watch as they manage to wilt past death until they were just dust in your hands. Would you, Techno, and Phil receive the sweet embrace of death? If you died, would there be an army of a revolution awaiting you with welcome arms or would there be a barren landscape devoid of everything you’ve pictured in the afterlife?

Death was a fickle thing. It didn’t hesitate nor did it care who it took. But it adamantly kept you alive all these years for a reason. You want to cry and laugh and wake up in a tent with his body missing from his cot, a premonition or something along the lines of it. You want to fall in love with him again, brighter than any firework shot on a birthday night, and feel affection that burns brighter than the vivid colors of the bursts of tints in the night sky.

Two conflicting sides tear you from the inside out, existing between hating him and loving him.

You almost miss Philza sprinting out of his cabin, tracking footprints in the snow as he bolts off somewhere. Your mind runs through everything, trying to think of a reason why he’d be in a hurry so fast. You don’t dare to hope but you do.

An hour later, you know it’s him before you can even hear it. You almost slip off the rungs of the ladder as you throw on a heavy jacket and cloak. You leave the door forgotten open as you cross the threshold and hold your breath.

Your name has never felt so sweet being called.

You spot Technoblade, hair mussed and eyes heavy, but it’s him. A feeling gathers in your chest, building up and overflowing as you shout for him and descend the stairs. You fight against the terrain, a sob choking out of you as his features split into what could only be described as unfiltered love. His arms open, awaiting your long-needed reunion.

Techno murmurs your name as you collide into him, arms constricting around him the tightest he’s ever felt from you and he returns the embrace wholeheartedly, careful not to break you.

He’s missed you. he’s missed you, he’s missed you -

You yank him down, lips colliding into a frantic kiss that you could only describe as desperate. Two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together. A tree’s first blossom opening up to the world. A circle finally coming to a close. An hourglass being flipped as the sands reset, slipping and counting down the seconds.

Technoblade’s home.

You’re home.

You only have each other.

And you’re never letting go ever again.

[moonlit-reveriee]

Baby Blue

technoblade x fem!reader

concept: techno is scared of ‘corrupting’ the reader, but the reader’s kinda into it...

content warning // NSFW, virgin!reader, very minor angst?, small argument that gets resolved

listen to this while you read: BBBlue (Single) by Olivver the Kid

(this fic was heavily inspired by the lyrics of this song, so i highly recommended giving it a listen!)

───※ ·❆· ※───

When Techno found out you were a virgin, he was terrified. Not necessarily of the thought itself, but of the implications.

He’d never forget the look on your face when you told him. You tried to be casual about it, but he knew you well enough to spot the dusting of pink across your cheeks. You nuzzled yourself closer into his side. Whether out of embarrassment or something else entirely, he couldn’t tell. All he could feel was his heart dropping as the voices chanted at him to “ruin her”

Of course you, his pure sweet angel, would be a virgin. He once again crumbled under the idea that you had chosen him. How on earth could a person like you even think of being with a beast like him. Yet alone, giving up your virginity to him.

He hated how horribly turned on he was by the thought of taking it.

The voices had been relentless about it ever since. They were hyper focused on your every move, twisting every thought of his into something promiscuous. When you rolled out of bed in the morning and stretched, a small sigh escaping your lips, it was endless cries of “make her do that again” “you should fuck those moans out of her” “make her scream”

While making breakfast together in the morning, they wouldn’t stop telling him to “bend her over the counter” “take it right here”

Even at times where he was alone, the voices preoccupied him with endless thoughts of you. He was fairly certain they had forced him to imagine every possible way in which he could have you. “imagine fucking her against the wall” “you can be gentle for the first time y’know” “she’d feel so good writhing underneath us” “press her face into the mattress instead” “make her get on her knees and suck you off” “she’ll be such a pretty little slut for us”

He tried to take care of himself as often as he could, but it was becoming impossible to keep up with. There were only so many times a day he could jerk himself off alone behind locked doors. He was desperate, and sexually frustrated to say the least.

He felt disgusting for it.

After a week of this torment, he could barely even look at you yet alone touch you without the voices and his own guilt pounding against his skull. You couldn’t even think about broaching the subject again, because he was avoiding physical contact like the plague. He wouldn’t come to bed until he knew you were asleep, and would leave long before you woke.

As much as he tried to hide it, you could tell he was tired. Something was wrong, but you knew that he’d never just tell you about his problems unprompted. Techno was insufferably stubborn in that way. After several days of avoiding your gaze and leaning away from your touch, you chose to confront him.

“Techno”, you called for his attention quietly, trying to sound stern while remaining gentle with him. He didn’t turn to fully face you, but he glanced at the spot on the wall just above your head.

You struggled to find the words you wanted to say, so you settled on telling him, “Techno, you look tired.”

He turned his attention away from you. “Just a lot of work around the house this week. I’ll be fine after I rest.”

“Then come to bed with me.” You saw the way his body tensed and tilted away from you at that simple suggestion.

“I just need to write a couple letters first. You can go ahead of me.”

“Techno...”, you whined, daring to take a step closer to him. He gave you an almost panicked look, “why does it feel like you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you”, he responded quickly, trying to look through you instead of at you.

“Yes you have”, you responded firmly. A flash of guilt washed over his face at your tone. “You haven’t kissed or touched me for nearly a week now. I don’t even know for sure if you sleep in the same bed as me anymore. Fuck, you barely even talk to me.”

Angry tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, but you wanted to hold them in. Techno felt his chest tighten at the sight of it. He instinctively turned and reached out to comfort you, but forced himself to freeze.

“There”, you said, gesturing towards him, “just like that. You’re stopping yourself. Why are you doing that?”

He repeatedly opened and closed his fists at his side, wanting to have any conversation other than this one.

“[y/n], there’s just a lot going on in my mind right now”, he said. It wasn’t a complete lie. “I just need to work though it.”

“Then let me help you.”

“No”, he responded a little too quickly, “I- I mean, I just don’t want to talk about it with you yet...”

“Why not?”, you retorted, trying to squeeze any information you could out of him.

“I just don’t, okay? It’s uncomfortable, I don’t want to talk about it yet.”

“... is this about me being a virgin?”

“I never said that”, he replied, but the tension in his shoulders was enough to tip you off.

“Ah geez Technoblade, if it was that much of a problem for ya, you should have just told me”, you said sarcastically, “instead of avoiding all physical contact for a like week straight!”

“It’s not a problem, [y/n].”

“Certainly doesn’t feel that way.”

Techno huffed in frustration, grabbing a fistful of his hair at the root. He wasn’t sure if he was more upset with himself, or the fact that a few of the voices were still begging him to “please fuck her already”

“Love, I wasn’t avoiding you because I didn’t want it. They”, he tapped a finger against the side of his skull, “they want it so badly. It’s driving me insane.”

He breathed in and out shakily, trying to gauge your expression in the brief moments before he continued.

“I’m a monster. I’ve spilt more blood than anyone every should in a single lifetime. My appearance is more beast than man.”

He looked up briefly to find you staring right at him, a tight-lipped frown upon your face.

“What does that have to do with any of this?”

“I- ... I don’t want to corrupt your innocence”, he admitted.

“What on earth do you mean by that?”

“[y/n], you’re so perfect”, he answered almost breathlessly, “you’re so kind and so pure. Just living with me does enough to taint your reputation, I don’t wanna-“

He cut himself off to swallow thickly. He almost seemed scared of the words he was going to say next.

“I don’t want to ruin this part of you either...”

A heavy silence filled the tiny sitting room of techno’s cottage. In those few seconds, your eyes widened ever so slightly as his words suddenly clicked in your mind. This hulking boar of a man, an undisputed war criminal, was scared. He was scared of damaging you, your reputation, or your recently revealed ‘innocence’. Compared to himself, he saw you as a pure being who could be tainted by unwholesome thoughts.

If what he said about the voices was true, then his actions of the past few days would’ve made sense for him.

“Oh techno...”, you muttered softly, tentatively placing a hand on his jaw. His posture was curled inward, making him look small despite his size. He was stiff at first, but allowed you to lift his gaze to meet yours. He searched your eyes desperately for an indication of your reaction. You gave him a reassuring smile.

“Do you remember when we first met?”

A small wave of confusion washed over his face, but he nodded anyways. “It was at the festival...”

“That’s right”, you said, moving the hand on his face down to rest over his shoulder, “and do you remember what I did that day?”

“You threw an axe into Schlatt’s shoulder”, he answered, watching as the scene played out in his memory.

You lived with Niki in her bakery at the time, and witnessed firsthand the injustice she faced during Schlatt’s presidency. As the chaos after Tubbo’s execution occurred, you took the opportunity to hurl your axe where Schlatt stood upon his podium. The blow wasn’t fatal, but that wasn’t necessarily your goal. You just wanted to see the man in pain.

“It was a lucky shot really”, you admitted, “I wasn’t even aiming properly.” That managed to draw a small smile onto Techno’s lips.

“And do you remember”, you continued, “when I tried to confront the Butcher Army by myself?”

He grimaced at the thought. You had told him you just needed to make a quick trip to L’manburg for some supplies, leaving him at home alone to recover from the previous day’s events. You returned that evening with a sprained wrist and a couple large bruises forming on your body. None of them were trying to kill you, but you took a pretty good beating from Quackity just for trying to confront them.

“Why are you bringing all of this up now?”, he asked.

“Because”, you said, “this is the evidence that will support my next point.”

He looked bewildered by that statement, but continued to listen.

“I’m not a perfect person”, you resumed, “I have blood on my hands just like you do. I know it’s hard to compare to you, but I’m not devoid of my own sins. I can be mean, I’ve hurt people. I’m not a pure, angelic being who would quiver at a single inappropriate thought. I think you forget that sometimes.”

He let your words swirl around in his head; he couldn’t deny the logic in them. The evidence prevented him from denying the truth of your statement. He could almost be mad that you’d talked him into a corner, but he was more overjoyed at the fact that you knew him well enough to do so.

“And you know...”, you spoke quietly, letting your hand fall down to rest on his chest, “if you did somehow ‘corrupt my innocence’ as you say... I really wouldn’t mind that.”

Techno’s breath hitched in his throat. There were a brief few moments, maybe minutes, where he just stared at you. Then his lips were on yours; sudden and clumsy, but passionate. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he grabbed at your waist, desperate to have you in his arms again.

“I’m sorry, I had to”, he muttered, his lips left hovering a hair’s breadth away from yours.

“You’re so silly sometimes”, you sighed affectionately, rubbing small circles into his collarbone. He gave you a gentle smirk before pressing another kiss into your lips.

“I’m sorry darling, I really am”, he said as he drew you into a tight hug. He took in your scent and the feel of your skin for the first time in days. It felt like he could survive off the feeling of your arms wrapped around his body alone. He wondered why he ever let himself be depraved of this.

“You know I trust you, right?”, you spoke with your face pressed into his chest.

“I’m not sure why, but yes.”

You decided not to reprimand him for saying that. You could help him unpack all that later. Instead, you brought your head up to whisper in his ear.

“You have my full and unconditional consent to take my virginity whenever you’re ready.”

Techno inhaled and held his breath, though for what, he wasn’t sure. It took a while for the full weight of those words to sink in. He leaned back to stare at your face, bringing one of his large and shaky hands up to cup your cheek.

“Are you sure?”, his eyes were wide with trepidation, practically pleading with you to tell him the truth. You leaned into his palm, indulging in the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I want you, techno. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

Techno was lost in your words. The sudden absence of guilt left his heart light and airy in his chest. For the first time in days, the voices were only a gentle murmur.

“she’s so beautiful” “she wants you” “make her feel good” “show her how special she is” “make her smile” “she’ll be so pretty” “she’s always pretty” “be gentle, no need to rush”

“make love to her”

“... I think I’m ready now.”

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ayyyy guess who finally finished writing something!!!

parts of this feel a little rushed but ehhhhhh i was just excited to finally post it. i looove writing techno as an extremely self-conscious character who’s too caught up in their own head to see how ridiculous they’re being. so, this was a treat for me to write

i hope you enjoyed :D

-moonlight

[manekicatwriter]

hellooo! i was wondering if i could make a request for an modern au sbi x gn sibling reader where they’re around 17-19, and they’ve got depression. they’ve had to go away for a few weeks after a bad episode ended in an attempt and they were hospitalized and sent somewhere for rehabilitation and now they’re coming home and they’re all anxious and quiet and stuff- so the boys do their best to like comfort them and reassure them that they’re loved and they belong there? i’m sorry if that’s an awkward request, i was just recently discharged after a similar situation and honestly the comfort would be great. it’s totally your call if you chose to write it tho, i understand that this is a difficult and triggering subject and not everyone is comfortable with writing things like it. if you aren’t comfy please feel free to just ignore my ask! <3

you’re here, and that’s what matters.

TW: mentions of attempted suicide. please proceed with caution.

hey! i just wanted to let you know that i’ve been through a similar situation and understand how you feel (though my case was not as severe). i wish you a safe road to recovery.

note, i think you asked for their characters but it leant itself towards their rl versions. i have a feeling the dsmp versions would be too chaotic for this sensitive subject.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! please do not be afraid to send in an ask. ANON IS ON!!

Phil:

- phil was very scared about you being so gravely hurt, it kept him up for some nights. thankfully, you pulled through.

- he visited whenever he could. if he couldn’t, he was busy making sure coming home felt as comfortable for you as possible while also educating himself on how to take care of you.

- phil would listen to how you felt, and be understanding of your feelings.

- “You don’t have to tell me why you did it, I’m just glad you’re here,” pulling you in for a warm hug.

- when you got back home, he made sure he and the boys had prepared your favorite dinner and desserts.

It was the day you had just got home from rehabilitation, and you two were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t said much, you felt like you had nothing to say. Phil had asked for you to sit down so you two could talk, one on one.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” your voice started to crack. “For making you guys worry about me.” Tears started to form from your eyes and you wept into your hands.

Phil immediately reached over to you to hug you, letting you cry on his shoulder. “We don’t blame you. We don’t blame anybody. I just want you to be here safe with us. Let it all out.” He pat and rubbed your back soothingly as you kept crying. But it was a good cry. He was just glad you came home.

Tommy:

- even though many see tommy as a loud and obnoxious boy with a general disregard for others, we all know deep down that’s a persona. he will go out of his way to make other comfortable in his presence if he truly cares for them. which he does, for you of course.

- he wants to make you happy! when the time is right, he’ll crack jokes and offer to play minecraft with you.

- would tone down the yelling. not because you asked, but he’s afraid of triggering you. treats you like glass. if you notice he’s being quieter than usual and you don’t care, you tell him you don’t.

- if you’re feeling it, he’ll take you out to fun places and to eat. nothing that’s too outlandish like a theme park, but just enough to have a reason to get out of bed that day instead of sleeping in.

It had been a week since you had gotten home and Phil had instructed you to maintain somewhat of a schedule to upkeep yourself. Right now was your nightly routine, washing yourself, brushing your teeth, and finally sliding under the covers. It felt nice. The blanket of sleep consumes you easily…

…

Until you bedroom door opens you’re being aggressively shaken awake. You groan, shying away, but they’re persistent.

“Ey, wake up, it’s morning!” Tommy shakes you again.

You realize you didn’t dream, but think nothing of it. “Tommy please, what do you want.”

Finally, Tommy pulled your warm sheets from over you, making you flinch. “I wanted to go out to the park today! Feed the ducks! Yeesss!”

You sighed. If you didn’t comply now, Tommy will refuse to stop nagging you for the rest of the day. You rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. You could very clearly hear Tommy’s cheers.

You two had gotten ready, eaten breakfast, and said goodbye to the rest of your family so you could head over to the park. It was close enough that it wasn’t unbearable to walk to. Even if you weren’t completely yourself yet, you were glad Tommy was.

After the short walk you two finally reached the park. Tommy immediately bolted toward the pond and you jogged behind. He had already started throwing the ducks some seeds, and even threw it on a duck. It didn’t seem too pleased.

You two sat at the edge of the pond as you watched the ducks eat. “Hey.” You hear Tommy call to you, and you turn your head to him.

“Can we talk about what happened? With you? Is it okay?” You could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“Go ahead, what is it?”

“When Techno found out what happened to you, and told us the news, I was scared shitless.” He let out a sad huff. “I thought we were going to lose you.” Tommy kept his eyes fixed at the pond in front of him. “I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have brought this up. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He sighed.

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh Tommy…” You started, “I’m sorry for making you worry. You shouldn’t have to feel like that because of my actions.”

Tommy was lost in thought for a moment, before finally speaking up, “No, please don’t apologize. It’s not anybody’s fault this happened, right?” You nodded.

Tommy stood up, dusting his pants off from the grass. “Come on now, let’s go get some ice cream!” He pulled you up from the ground.

“Last one to get to the shop has to pay!”

Immediately, Tommy bolts in the direction to the ice cream shop, and you catch up to him. No matter the circumstance is, he never seems to fail at putting a smile on your face.

Wilbur:

- i HC wilbur being the oldest, being older than techno by 3 years and older than tommy by 8, like IRL. :]

- i think out of all of your siblings, wilbur exudes the most “protective older brother” energy, yeah?

- remember when tommy lied about his mother being in trouble and how worried and anxious wilbur got? turn that up to 11 with what happened with you.

- with wilbur being the oldest, he of course had the responsibility of taking care of everyone. but somehow you and him didn’t spend as much 1 on 1 time as much as wilbur did with his other siblings

- wilbur definitely was going to change that, realizing that and not wanting to make that mistake again.

- he decided that finding a new hobby with you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

You were sitting at the dinner table, being the last one there. You were poking at your food for the most part, and Wilbur got home late from… whatever Wilbur thing he was doing. Phil cooked pasta for dinner tonight. Wilbur put down his bags at the door connected to the garage. “I’m home! What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta.”

“Mmm, I love some good ol’ pasta.” He said, already taking a plate out to serve himself. “Also, hey, I bought something I wanted to build with you. Do you mind?”

You finally looked up from your very interesting pasta. “Build..?” You had no idea where this was going.

Wilbur placed his plate on the table and approached the bags of groceries, going through them to find the bag he was looking for. He pulled out a LEGO set. More specifically, a LEGO City set from the looks of the box? “Wilbur, how much was that?”

He blinked at you innocently. “It was only, like, £25. And look! It’s got a little submarine we can make with a rock and ugly sea monster—“

“But why?”

“Why not? It wouldn’t hurt for you to do something new, yeah?” He smiled at you, shaking the LEGO box in front of him to show it off. You sighed, but smiled. “Alright. But maybe you and I should eat this pasta first before we start building.” Wilbur nodded.

“Speaking of water, don’t you think I could teach you how to swim or something?”

“Oh, fuck off with that!”

Technoblade:

- i think out of everyone in the family, he understands you the most in terms of how you feel.

- not suicidal, but just generally having depressive episodes due to his ADHD.

- techno’s generally closed off, but started to really open up to you because he wanted to show he cares, even if it meant going out of his comfort zone.

- techno suggested journaling. once a day or once per week, it didn’t really matter. just as long as you could write down your feelings somewhere.

- he didn’t explicitly say it, but he also bought a book for himself so he could do it along with you. although, he more often than not just forgets to write in it until you mention your own journal.

- if you want to be sad and quiet, you can be sad and quiet with him. his room is a safe space for you if you ever need it and you’re always welcome to come in, just as long as you knock first.

With one hand on your mouse scrolling through the internet, and another resting your head on it, you were safe to admit you were utterly and completely bored. Honestly, you thought about taking another nap after your last one, but a knock on your door stopped you right before you pulled the covers over yourself. “Can I come in?”

You rose from your bed. “Come in. Oh hey Techno.”

He gave a simple wave and his signature “Halloo.” He walked right over to you and handed a journal and a ballpoint pen. “I got this. For you.” His stare was sharp but you could sort of tell he was nervous.

“What for?”

“I dunno. Writin’ your feelings down or drawin’ or somethin’. Whatever helps you vent.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh Techno, thank you. That’s very sweet of you.” You gave a slight smile, but saw that he still had another journal in his hand. “You have two journals?”

Techno raised his eyebrow in confusion before looking down at his hand. “Oh this? It’s for me. So we could do it together, I guess.”

You let out a happy hum. “That’s nice. Say, why don’t we go to your room? I want to see your new lava lamp and stuff.”

Techno shrugged. “Sure. I’ve got more stationary too if you want.” He waved his hand before letting himself out the door, with you following not far behind.

hi hope u enjoyed reading as much as i did writing it. this format was new for me but very fun!

[simpformoonkight]

Are you doing requests? I was wondering if i could have a number nine on angst prompts, for c!Technoblade x reader. Oh and can the reader be male? If not thats okay thanks!

Nightmare..

Requested? [yes] [no]

Prompts: "you are safe here, I got you"

Summary : you wake up after a nightmare about techno when he got back from his execution. And luckily he is here :)

Genre : angst to comfort, mentions of execution, a fight, blood mentioning?

It could me read as male/gender neutral! Reader x technoblade

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Technoblade is getting ready and so are you those who have treated me with kindness.. I will repay that kindness ten fold. You appeared behind him “you know they will come here and get us right? ” you stated more than asked “yea and we will be prepared for them” And those who treat me with injustice! You both got ready with potions and gear that use me.. Both of you get your weapons ready That hunt me down, That hurt my friends! You are seeing them in the distance.. I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over

“So the plan is simple, we find and kill technoblade” quakity stated.......

You and technoblade are ready “if there is no other way..” techno says “i choose BLOOD!” he says. He fights off against Tubbo while you fight with fundy “big Q do something!!. BIG Q!!!” Tubbo says frantically. “stop! STOP!” quakity says “you get away from that horse quakity!” technoblade yells at the hybrid duck. you turn around and you see quakity holding Steve while a sword under his neck “technoblade, y/n drop everything or I'm gonna kill this horse right in front of both of you” techno and you look each at other at the same time and then drop every thing.......... You don't remember what happened after that just hazy memories “big Q, pull the lever!” Tubbo says frantically huh? “pull the lever big Q!!” “NO!!” you yelled......

You woke up in cold sweat looking every where as in looking for someone while trying to calm your breathing, until your eyes landed on technoblade. He is ok— “Darlin' ?” he sits up. his voice cut your train of thoughts “huh? Uh-yeah?” you reply trying to steady your voice “you look all shakin' up, you alright?” he asked kind of worried “yeah just a nightmare nothing” he hugs so your head on his chest listening to his calm heart beat “your safe I got you” he says “mhm... I know you got me” you smile lazily at him “another dream about the execution again?” you nod your head “well you are safe and I'm safe and besides TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES!!” you snorted “i love you tech” you said tiredly “I love you too y/n” and then you fell back asleep in peaceful night ..... He could be dangerous, a monster, he could be a criminal to some people but to you.. he was the kindest.. And you are greatful for that. Always and forever will be.

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I'm so so sorry this took so long my second monthly exams will be finished this week than my mid year exams will soon start after and I just found the time— so I'm very sorry for taking so long :-:

Have a nice day/night 🌃 ♥️

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The Lost Ones

Summary: Several of the SMP members find an infant in a place they didn’t expect and decide to care for them.

Pairings: Platonic! Parental! Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, Eret, and Dream x F! Child! Reader

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Warnings! : Swearing, Village Raid, Minor Violence, Minor Deaths (Mostly mobs), mentions of blood

A/N : I’m the biggest sap for child readers. Dating back to 2014. I literally couldn’t help myself. Just so everyone knows, I suck at writing in gender neutral terms, that’s why the reader is specifically female in all of these (Including Tommy’s, Minor Spoiler, Tommy’s just an idiot and doesn’t look). So, sorry about that.

I’ll most certainly will make more of these. I won’t always have it just like this, I might write a certain character individually in a scenario. It’s all dependent on my mood. I might add more characters! This is just basically the introduction. So yeah...ENOUGH RAMBLING! Hope you enjoy :)

       Tommy (Before the First Disc War)

        Tommy smirked proudly to himself as he tucked his new disc safely into his inventory bag before starting the walk back to his home. His adventure was successful, he managed to get a rare disc and it was now all his. Walking through the small bit of woods, he rested his hand on his sword handle. It was still night time after all and the monsters were out to play.

        As he could see the lights from the small town of the Dream SMP, he heard a cry. Looking back into the woods, he frowned before grinning.

        Someone is in trouble! He’d save them and get a payment—er— “willing reward” from them. Pulling his sword, he ran over towards the sound of another cry, this time the sound being continued. He rolled his eyes, someone was crying, what a pussy. As the crying was practically on top of him, he frowned in confusion as he only found a skeleton, which was trying to shoot at a basket hanging in a tree. There was no one there to be crying.

        He shrugged regardless, taking his shield off before going for the skeleton. It only managed one arrow before Tommy killed the mob. Looking at the basket, Tommy hummed before putting his weapon and shield away to climb up. As he got to a safe place to reach the basket, the crying now made sense as his eyes went wide.

        “You’re a fucking baby!” He shouted in surprise.

        Said infant noticed the new face and their wails quieted, but small cries still came out.

        “Quiet down. You’re going to bring monsters!” He hushed, moving carefully, getting the basket off, and brought it to himself. “How the hell did you get up here? Who just leaves a baby?”

        He looked down at the baby as he sat back in the tree. He couldn’t help but think how small she was, had he been that small when he was this young?

        “Guess you got nowhere to go huh?” He asked as the child looked up, their cries having gone silent seeing the boy much closer.

        They played with their blanket and he hummed as he held the basket close, making his way down the tree.

        “You’re lucky, a big man saved you! I don’t live far, so you’ll come with me. Of course, I wouldn’t just leave you here again.” Tommy rambled, despite knowing the infant couldn’t respond back. “I’m not some kind of monster!”

        He made it back to his home, putting the basket on his bed, and looked down at the baby with his hands on his hips.

        “If you were left out there like that, you’re alone.” This time, the baby gave a small babble and he couldn’t help the small smile that came on his face. “Well, then I’ll take care of you! I’m a big man and can do it easy! Phil took care of my brothers and me after all and he’s old and stupid. I’m young and very wise, so I can do it. I suppose you’ll need a name now.”

        If anyone had been in the room with Tommy, they’d be surprised how gentle he picked up the small human. Carefully, he held them properly, only knowing how as Phil had once shown him when they were helping a village out after a raid when he had taken the younger boy to trade.

        “Hmm, I’ll call you (Y/N)!” He decided. “And I will be the greatest father ever! And I know the perfect way to celebrate today!”

        Going into his bag, he grinned as he pulled out his new music disc. Putting it on the jukebox, he sat on his bed as the infant looked over at the object making the beautiful sound. His grin went into a gentle smile as he watched (Y/N) listen to the music. They’d both be happy; he’d make sure of it.

        Twenty Minutes Later…

        Tubbo sprinted down the stairs of his house as he heard frantic knocking on his door and the sound of crying. Swinging the door open, he let out a startled noise seeing a distressed Tommy holding a wailing baby.

        Of course, he’d need some help since there was just a little bit of a learning curve.

          Wilbur (Right after Declaration of War)

        Times were hard. Wilbur had just started a new nation to free himself, his friends, and his family from the iron grip of Dream and his friends, but they did not like the loss of power and declared war on him. As well as the war, Fundy had become a rather rebellious teenager and Wilbur wasn’t sure how to handle all of it. He didn’t let it show to the others though. He’d be a strong leader for them.

        He looked over his map of L’Manberg. They needed better defensive points…they fought with their words but Dream fought with weapons of destruction. They needed safe spaces to protect themselves…

        Wilbur jumped, knocking over an ink bottle over on the table when there was pounding on the van door.

        “Damn it.” He grumbled, quickly flipping the bottle back up and moved the map out of the way before going to the door.

        He opened the door to see Eret standing there, making Wilbur raise an eyebrow as Eret was on guard duty at the moment but looked shocked seeing what the other man was holding.

        “Hello, sir. They were just outside the gate. I didn’t see anyone else around.” Eret rapidly explained to his leader, the small infant wiggling in his hold. “I brought them here because they were cold.”

        “Get inside,” Wilbur instructed, going into the back of the van again quickly.

        He heard the door close as he grabbed his spare coat.

        “Hand them over,” Wilbur muttered, Eret carefully transferring his hold to the other man.

        Wilbur saw they had a blanket but it was thin and the child was cold to the touch. Wrapping his coat around them, he instructed Eret to light a furnace, which he did post haste.

        “Hello there, love.” He whispered quietly to the infant, rocking them lightly. “We’re going to get you warmed up and something to fill your stomach, how does that sound?”

        The baby didn’t fuss, too tired and cold to even thinking about making one. Wilbur stood next to the now lit furnace and looked up at Eret.

        “Is anyone out there?” He asked, his proud leader voice coming out.

        “No sir, I was worried about the child.”

        Wilbur nodded. “I commend you for saving their life, but I have it from here. Send someone to fetch milk and then please stand guard again.”

        Eret nodded before leaving the van.

        Once the two were alone, Wilbur sighed heavily as he sat on the floor, still close to the furnace. He felt the child’s forehead, feeling them warm up to his relief.

        “You gave us a scare little one.” He chuckled quietly. “But don’t worry, you’re in a safe place. L’Manberg will care for you. I suppose it was lucky you were left here rather than the Dream SMP.”

        He hummed quietly as he gently rocking the child, their eyes closing as they relaxed in his hold. As they relaxed, he gave a quick check for their gender.

        “Welcome little one. You’re the first woman of L’Manberg.” He smiled lightly.

        For a short while, he was able to forget about everything outside the van. He could relax himself and let his mind clear as he watched the little girl in his arms. They were both at peace.

        After a few minutes, he looked up as he heard the van door open. As he was standing up carefully, his own son Fundy came in holding a bucket.

        “Hey, Eret said you needed…What the hell is that?!” Fundy exclaimed in surprise, startling the girl in his arms, tears appearing in her eyes.

        “Shh, it’s alright,” Wilbur whispered to her as he rocked her again and he wiped her tears away with one hand.

        Fundy cautiously came over, raising an eyebrow. “Who are they?”

        Wilbur paused thinking for a moment, before smiling. “Meet your new little sister my son. (Y/N), the newest member of our great nation.”

          Philza (Right before Wilbur’s Betrayal)

        Phil shook out his wings as he landed in a village. He needed to rest them for a bit before continuing on his journey to L’Manberg. He had gotten word of how the tides had turned badly for his sons in the new nation they made to try and live peacefully. Originally, they hadn’t asked for his aid as Tommy and Wilbur had made contact with Techno and they believed with their older brother, they could surely turn it back. Yet, Tommy had sent him a letter with worry for Wilbur’s state of mind and Phil decided he needed to be there for his sons.

        Yes, he wanted them to learn the world on their own but there were some times when Phil needed to be there to help them.

        Looking at the sky, the night was fast approaching so he managed to get a house in the village for the night. Keeping his sword by his bedside, he went to sleep for the night…

        Startling awake, Phil heard the sounds of the village bell.

        “God damn it,” Phil mumbled, scooping his sword and bag before putting his hat on his head.

        Running out, he saw the cause of the panicked ringing. A pillager raid, and it was already out of control. Fires were crackling madly and blood littered the paths.

        “Shit.” He swore as a pillager spotted him and he dodged the arrow before running them through with his sword.

        The few surviving villagers ran from their homes and Phil went to follow when he heard a wail, the wail of a child. His throat tightened as he looked back to the burning buildings, his fatherly instinct along with his good nature kicked in.

        “God…” He muttered before spreading his wings.

        With ease, he was able to dodge between pillagers and ravagers alike as he followed the sound. Landing at the house that was most certainly ablaze, Phil kicked in the door. Holding his arm to his mouth and nose, he rushed in and found a small nursery, the flames engulfing the walls and ceiling. Rushing to the crib, he found the small child and quickly picked them up.

        “Let’s go kiddo.” He said as he rushed back out.

        Once he was outside, he took flight again and flew high enough to be out of arrow range, and flew far from the village. As he did, he looked the small child, of which he found out was female, over for injures as she screamed and cried. She had no visible injuries but Phil knew she had to have inhaled smoke. So, after a handful of minutes flying, he landed and shushed her quietly.

        “It’s alright kiddo, hang on,” Phil told her quietly as he went into his bag taking out a health potion. “I got something that can help you.”

        Being gentle, he gave them a few drops of the potion to hopefully clear out any smoke and heal the damage it might have done. The little girl gave hiccups and small cries.

        “It’s alright. You’re safe now.” He bounced her lightly, slowing down her cries to nothing. “There we go. We’re ok. Once morning comes, we’ll find the others of the rest of your village and see if we can’t find your parents.”

        The little girl’s eyes merely drooped and he gave smile before he frowned as he looked up to see the fires in the distance. They were a human child and he didn’t remember seeing any humans running away with the survivors but he’d try. And if not…

        “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you,” Phil assured the now sleeping infant.

        Technoblade (Start of Retirement)

        Techno shouldered the bag of wood he had gathered over his shoulder, his axe on his belt as he made his way home through the snow. The voices were relatively calm, not hungry for blood at the moment, and Techno was able to have a peaceful moment. As he trudged closer to his house, he slowed to a stop seeing footprints by the stairs and the voices kicked up as his thoughts went wild.

        Phil always gave him notice on his walkie if he was on the way and whoever had been there had gone up the stairs then walked away in a different direction from where they came.

        The voices were bringing up the question of if he was being scouted out. Who could have found his house? How did they find it? They started to demand blood.

        Technoblade took his axe off his belt while putting down the bag of wood. Going towards the porch carefully, he held it ready to expect the worse when he entered his house but he didn’t even go up the stairs to find something. On his doorstep, there sat a large huddle of blankets.

        Furrowing his eyebrows, he came up to the huddle carefully and slowly with his axe raised. Stopping when it was fully in view, he stared in even more confusion.

        “What the hell?” He questioned, lowering his axe slightly as he looked around the snowy tundra. “Who leaves a child on my doorstep!”

        In the middle of the huddle of blankets was a sleeping child, who wiggled slightly at the loudness of his voice.

        They’re an orphan now

        You know how you feel about orphans

        Blood for the Blood God

        Techno winced at the sounds of the voices as he looked at the child. They were right…they were an orphan now. Someone had left them on his doorstep and now they were abandoned. He gripped his axe tightly as he looked down at the infant.

        It’d be quick and easy…

        The small human opened their eyes slightly, squirming slightly as they saw him. Techno’s grip loosened, the voices screaming in protest. They were so small and so defenseless…he wasn’t calling for blood anymore.

        Grunting, he put the axe away, going back down the stairs to grab the bag as he clenched his jaw at the loud noises of the voices before going back and picking up the child with surprising gentleness as the child was startled slightly. He shouldered his door open, dropping the bag of wood next to the unlit fireplace before making his way upstairs to his bedroom. He put the child down, who watched him in silent curiosity as Techno took the walkie off his belt.

        “Phil, you there?” He questioned into it.

        It took a minute but the device crackled.

        “Yeah, what’s going on?”

        “I got a…issue. Come over as soon as you can.”

        “An issue? What kind of issue?” Phil asked in surprise as usually, Technoblade could handle most of his issues.

        “It’s hard to explain, just come over.” Techno rubbed his temple at the screams of the voices.

        “Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

        He put the walkie down as he looked over at the child watching him.

        “What?” He huffed.

        Then the child gave a small giggle, trying to get their hands free to hold them out to him. The man stood there in shock as his heart melted. He had not felt something like that in a long time. Scrunching up his nose slightly before coming over and taking the infant out of the blankets and holding her as he used to with Tommy.

        “What the hell am I going to do with you?” He muttered and the small human held lightly onto his shirt, making even the voices slow down.

        He down a level in his home to wait for Phil, keeping the child in his hold as he just decided to do his normal routine. He started a fire and began to brew a few potions when the knock came on his door.

        “Come in.” He called.

        In stepped his father, who immediately dropped his bag in surprise seeing what Techno was holding as he added a new ingredient to his potion.

        “Hello.” He greeted the older man without looking at him.

        “What the hell did you have?” The older man questioned.

        Techno looked over at him confused. “Blaze powder.”

        Phil took his hat off as he ran a hand through his hair. “I meant the baby!”

        “Oh! Yeah, this.” Techno said casually, the older man freaking out. “Someone left them on my porch.”

        “Oh god…are they ok?” Phil asked, coming over.

        “Yeah, they’re fine. They were swallowed by blankets.”

        The child tried to take a bottle in their hands and Techno simply moved it from them and kept working like it was the most natural thing in the world. Phil stood in surprise at how casual Techno was, he knew about the orphan thing and how vicious the voices in his head could be.

        “What…what are you going to do with the child?”

        “That’s why I called you,” Techno said, before holding the child to the man. “You take it.”

        “What?! Techno, I can’t just take this child. I…” Phil’s hand shook slightly at the thought of Wilbur. “I can’t have another child right now. And L’Manberg will question where I even got them in the first place.”

        “Well then what do I do with it?!” Techno huffed as he was surprised by the quietness of the voices.

        “Well…you could take of them.”

        “I don’t know how to take care of a child. I don’t even like children, have you seen me with Tommy?” Techno rolled his eyes.

        “You seem to like this one.” Phil pointed out as Techno was holding them willingly and at the gentleness, he had with them.

        Techno frowned as he tried to think of a good reason. “That’s because they’re quiet.”

        “Look…I know you don’t want to hear this but maybe you should look after them, even just for a while. I can see if I can find someone who wants a child.”

        No, you found them.

        They’re rather cute…

        Keep them!

        The voices had done a full turn around from when they first saw the child. They were demanding Techno care for them and protect the fragile being. Techno couldn’t disagree with them because in his heart…he wanted to protect the child that had been left on his doorstep.

        “Fine, I’ll take care of them for a while but you need to help me, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

        Phil chuckled. “Of course, son. We should look them over first to make sure they’re alright.”

        Techno rolled his eyes but agreed, listening to Phil as he told him what to do. The father was smiling proudly as even though Techno was frustrated with the new task, he continued with it. Once she, as they discovered, was checked over, Phil put a hand on his son’s shoulder.

        “What do you want to call her?” Phil asked.

        He looked down at the child, who was giggling as Phil smiled at her.

        “Blood Child.”

        “Techno!”

        Later, Techno actually decided on (Y/N) and for once, the voices were on his side.

          Eret (Before the founding of L’Manberg)

        Eret chuckled to himself as he walked down the path back towards his castle. Tommy’s antics for the day had been particularly ridiculous that it still brought a chuckle to the older gentleman as he went back to his home. He knew the days around the Dream SMP certainly wouldn’t be boring.

        Walking to his castle, he stopped as he noticed a basket left in front of the door and peered inside.

        “Why hello there.” Eret smiled seeing a small face peering back up at him as they squirmed slightly in discomfort. “What are you doing here little one?”

        He carefully picked up the basket and went inside his castle. As he got to his bedroom, he carefully took the infant out struggling a bit but managed before searching a bit in the basket.

        “Hmm, no note or anything.” He muttered as he looked at the child squirming around. “Well, someone made a mistake leaving you behind. Let’s see if I can’t figure out what’s making you so fussy.”

        After a bit of trying, first checking to see if she needed a diaper, he figured she needed some food and managed to get milk, putting it in a clean potion bottle to help her drink it easier. That also took a few trials, but he managed to help her drink until she stopped fussing.

        “There we go, now I can see your lovely face better.” He smiled as he sat on his bed, wiggling his finger in front of her making her giggle.

        As he played with the small girl, he frowned slightly as he looked over the basket that she had been left in. Why would someone leave someone so precious on the doorstep of his castle? It was truly a shame for those that did leave the little girl as Eret couldn’t help but slowly smile again as the little girl grasped onto his finger.

        “You’re not going to have to worry little one. You can stay here with me and you can be the princess of this castle.” He promised her, hugging her lightly, making her giggle. “I’ll make sure you’re safe and happy. It will take me a little while to learn how to do it all properly but I’ll learn. How does that sound…(Y/N)?”

        He chuckled as he moved his head back as she reached for her glasses. Yeah, this sounded like a beautiful idea.

          Dream (The Very Start)

        Dream rolled his eyes behind his mask as he heard George screaming in the distance, Sapnap laughing wildly in return. Those two never know how to stop.

        “Come on you two! We need to build a house before the night comes.” Dream called to them. “Stop goofing off.”

        Yet, he could still hear George’s high-pitched scream and he just chuckled and shook his head at his friends’ behavior. They were the company he kept and he honestly wouldn’t trade them for anything.

        Eventually, they did stop screwing and they were able to get to work on building their first home of the new land they had. The three of them joked and there was some arguing still between Sapnap and George but it just made it peaceful for the three of them. It was how their lives were.

        Dream went to go look for some sheep to get wool for beds before night fully struck, leaving the two “children” at the house. As he went searching, he jumped when he heard the sound of screaming, but it wasn’t liking George’s scream. It was quieter but still a scream.

        “Hello?!” Dream called as he pulled out his stone sword.

        As he went towards the noise, he realized it wasn’t a scream of terror as he first thought it was. No, it was a screaming cry, the kind a child would make. He started sprinting at that thought and skidded to a stop as he found the infant that was making the sound laid on top of a rock, a group of three zombies trying to get it.

        Dream gripped onto his sword before shouting to get their attention and moved back, quickly taking care of the mobs. He pushed his smiley mask to the side of his face as he finished them off and rushed over to the baby.

        “Hey! Hey. It’s ok now.” He told them as he climbed up next to them, dropping his sword at the bottom. “All the bad things are gone.”

        He gently picked up the baby, shushing them as he put a hand on top of their head. Slowly, they quieted down and Dream smiled wiping their tears away.

        “Hey, there you go. See? There’s nothing to cry about.” He chuckled before screwing his face up to look funny.

        The child giggled and he grinned.

        “There we go. Now, let’s check you out.” He muttered, looking them over. “No injuries. That’s very good princess. Now, what are you doing out here?” He asked as he looked around, seeing no signs of human life other than the two of them.

        Dream’s blood boiled slightly. Someone would just leave a child out here? If it wasn’t for him, she would have died!

        “You got nowhere to go huh? Well, you don’t have to worry.” He said, carefully sliding down.

        He picked up his sword, putting it back in its sheath, before walking back towards his friends.

        “I’ll take care of you. You’ll be the princess of our new land! You, me, and your two idiot uncles.” He laughed, the tiny girl giggling at the sound. “And I’ll make sure you always have a reason to smile.”

[unfoundhoney]

a sister’s sacrifice ; part two ↠

↠ platonic!c!sleepy bois inc x fem!reader , platonic!c!tubbo x fem!reader ; angst with a minuscule amount of fluff

↠ masterlist

↠ part one ; part two ; part three ;

↠ @leafyturtle @basheverythingyesterday @terribletoothbat

after all is said and done

after l’manberg is left half-ruined but still breathing

after techno runs off

after tommy and tubbo take seats in the cabinet

after wilbur has been killed by phil

after it all, you leave

you leave l’manberg & the rest of the server & refuse to pick a side

you move to a dark oak forest & build a little cottage for yourself hidden among the trees

you’re tired

you’re so so tired of everything & you just want to be at peace

of course, you could never fully leave everything

you’re still visited by your brothers (those that are left) & your friends

you help niki with her flower shop & various other building projects

you remain out of any political affairs tommy & tubbo are involved in

but you still spend most of your time alone in the woods

you’re content living like this

are you happy with the way your life has turned out?

god no

but you can live with being content

& then ghostbur shows up

(ghostbur) hello! are you the y/n phil keeps talking about?

you wanna talk about trauma?

let’s talk about being approached out of nowhere in the middle of the woods while mushroom hunting by your DEAD BROTHER and a blue sheep on a leash

what the f u c

(you, bewildered) ...will?

(ghostbur) i’m not wilbur. not the one you knew. i’m ghostbur! are you y/n? you look like phil described & i haven’t managed to find any other houses hidden in the dark oak forest.

this is... great

ghostbur becomes quite attached to you

will had distanced himself while living in pogtopia as his mental state deteriorated

it seems ghostbur is fulfilling the closeness alivebur wishes to have had maintained with you

.......

cool

this is fine

it’s totally fine

ghostbur visits you often

even though you know it’s not really your wilbur, it’s nice in some odd way to have a version of wilbur still around

it’s through ghostbur that you learn of tommy’s exile, long after it had happened

it seems no one wanted a protective mama bear y/n sent after them, so during your brief visits to the main residential areas, talk of tommy’s exile was conventiently never a conversation piece

you just figured he was busy or distracted or avoiding you like a moody teen

then ghostbur hands you a small letter one day

(you) what’s this?

(ghostbur) it’s an invitation to tommy’s beach party. he’s been quite lonely in exile

(you) quite lonely in what now

ghostbur fills you in as best as his little ghost brain can on what’s happened with tommy & burning down geroge’s house & tubbo exiling him

what do you mEAN TUBBO EXILED TOMMY????

WTFFFFF??????!!!

CAN YOU GET A BREAK????!!!?!?!?

WHAT ARE THESE IDIOT CHILDREN DOING

you’re the only person to get an invite

you watch from afar, wary of approaching your youngest brother with dream so close

you wait for dream to leave before going to him

(you) tommy?

(tommy) ...y/n!

you catch him in a hug without hesitation

(tommy) i knew you’d come

(you) tommy, i’m so sorry. i had no idea you’d even been exiled or i would have visited you immediately-... are you okay?

tommy is so....

he’s so.......

worn down

his clothes are torn & dirty, he has bags under his eyes

he’s thinner than he used to be, which is very concerning as he’s always been a bit of a walking stick

he just looks so tired

the usual fire that burns behind his eyes whether in anger or mischief or just happiness is nonexistent

(tommy) what?

(you) are you okay? i’d been worried because i hadn’t seen you around and- god, i’m so sorry. i should’ve looked for you or asked about you but i just assumed and now this and-... tom?

tommy just starts crying

because he thought you’d stopped caring about him too

he thought everyone stopped caring about him

but you’re here & you’re concerned & you’re as caring as usual

he buries his face in your shoulder & just cries his little heart out

you hold him and pet his hair and just let him cry

(you) tommy

(tommy) yeah?

(you) come home with me

(tommy) what?

(you) come home with me. you can live with me for the time being & we’ll get this sorted out, okay?

you’d seen how manipulative dream was being even in the short time you’d watched him & your brother, so it takes some convincing but soon tommy has packed his things & is heading out with you back to your home in the dark oak forest

you spend a while nursing him back to health, both physically & mentally

it’s truly heartbreaking having to recondition him out of the dependent mindset on dream

it also pisses you the fuck off but you focus your energy on tommy, not on revenge

tommy tries many times to convince you to come back

to go back to l’manberg & “plant the seed of rebellion”

which wasn’t even call for an actual rebellion, just that you could go back & raise hell about your littlest brother being exiled & demand he be allowed back

but time & time again you refuse

you are content staying away from everything & remaining out of conflict

tommy is very much not

so you lead him to techno’s new home

(you) don’t cause too much trouble for him

(tommy) he blew up l’manberg!

(you) wilbur blew up l’manberg. techno just tried to kill the government

you leave him there & head back home

do you get a moderately angry visit a few days later from techno, who eventually agrees to helping tommy upon your asking?

possibly

you’re not present when tommy & techno sneak onto the smp

you’re not there when tommy & tubbo fight

or during the doomsday war when techno, phil, & dream lay waste to l’manberg once and for all

you’re aware, yes

you’re around, you’re in the know

you just remain out of conflict & out of sight

you’re also not there to say goodbye to tommy & tubbo as they head off for their final battle with dream

that little tidbit you weren’t caught up on, too busy wallowing in your own self misery & crying over your broken family

but ghostbur comes to visit that day

(ghostbur) hello, y/n!

(you) hello, ghostbur. it’s nice to see you

(ghostbur) you, as well! would you like some blue

(you) no. thank you.

(ghostbur) i sure do hope tommy & tubbo come back alright

(you) come back from what?

you were expecting “a trip to the nether,” “a journey to a new woodland mansion,” “a search for sunken ships”

instead, you get:

(ghostbur) their final battle with dream. they set off not too long ago

(you) ........if you’ll excuse me

you head off immediately, tracking tommy & tubbo despite all odds

you do not care, those are your brothers & they are not dying on your watch to dream of all people

they may have been told it’s a battle

they may think they have a chance

but this is dream we’re talking about

you know a trap when you see one

you climb up the mountainside as stealthily as possible

you arrive just in time to hear tubbo’s screams as he is cornered and killed by dream, losing his second canon life

tommy seems to be beat into submission as dream threatens to kill tubbo a final time, who respawns defenseless without any of his items

dreams leads them down into the mountain, villain monologuing the whole way

dramatic bitch

you jump down after them, tired of hearing him threaten your brothers

(you) i think you’ve said enough, dream

(dream) there you are. i was beginning to wonder when mama bear would show up

you put yourself between dream and your brothers

(you) you won’t hurt them anymore. i’m taking them & we’re leaving

(dream) i don’t think that’s up to you, y/n

(you) we’ll see

you take the first swing at dream, landing a clean hack at his shoulder with your axe

but again

this is dream we’re talking about

you’ve never been the most talented fighter & dream is second only to technoblade

i.e. you never stood a chance

but all reason went out the window when it comes to saving your brothers

soon you’re backed against a wall, dream’s axe at your throat

(dream) well this was a waste of time

(you) you’re a monster

(dream) thanks

(you) you think distancing yourself from everyone & everything will work? trust me, it doesn’t. it doesn’t matter how far away you move or how much you push those you love away, those feelings will always be there

dream considers you for a moment

you hope he at least has no satisfaction as you stare back in defiance

you’re unafraid; coming down here was a death sentence & yet you still jumped in headfirst

(dream) maybe for someone like you. but i’m not like you. i don’t care about anything or anyone on this server. i’m not burdened by attachment & i will never be again.

(you) i pity you, dream

(dream) pity me in hell

dreams draws his arm back & swings his axe down

you will lose your final canon life to dream, for your brothers

it’s always for your brothers

as much as you think you should hate them, hate everyone for everything that has happened to you

you can’t

they’re your family

you’ll love them infinitely

tubbo gasps in shock & tommy gives a yell of protest

you know they love you, too

you close your eyes

dream’s axe meets your neck

and you’re gone

[petrichor-reminiscence]

hand-holding headcanons with c!Technoblade

Warnings: cursing, mentions of insecurities and violence

Pairing: c!Technoblade x Reader

- okay so the idea of Techno being part piglin is yes, so i can see him growing up insecure about his skin, not wanting it to be rough or course like pig skin

- so mans moisturizes religiously and his skin is SO soft because of it

- like sure he’ll have callouses from where he handles his equipment and all the hard work he puts in, but even with those his skin is soft as hell

- just imagining finally being able to hold the Blood God’s hand at some point and you’re just like ‘holy fuck why are his hands so much softer than mine’

- ✨drop that skincare routine✨

- no matter your hand size compared to his, he likes to wrap his hand around yours in a way that makes him feel like he’s keeping it safe

- he loves to feel like he’s just protecting you, and that bleeds into his interactions with you, i.e. how he holds your hand

- if you play with his fingers he will m e l t like bruhhhhh his heart just flutters and he’s like ‘how can?? one person?? make me feel?? so strongly?! they’re just holding my hand??!?!’

- if you were straight-forward and walked right up to him and just grabbed his hand his face would go like BRIGHT red

- “flustered? me? no no i’m basically a god i don’t get flustered-“ “mhmm whatever you say :)”

- “no i don’t know what you’re talking about my face isn’t red at all-“ “sure Techno, sure.”

- and the voices just go off teasing him about how soft he is for you, only embarrassing him further

- but just think about it, unwinding after a long hard day, sitting beside Techno (maybe watching a sunset or some other romantic shit) and he just wordlessly reaches over, taking your hand in his without even sparing a glance?

- you don’t even need him to look at you, the gesture communicates for him more than enough

- plus if he were to have actually looked over he would’ve been a blushing idiot, giving in to the teasing and embarrassment of the voices lmao

- just imagine delicately running your fingers along the scars or veins on his hands, tracing the little lines and even leaving small kisses on his knuckles

- call me a sap with wishful thinking, but i think that he would be so soft for his s/o; melting every time you traced his scars or veins, his heart fluttering with every little kiss you leave, just... he doesn’t know what to do when you’re being so lovey!

- it makes him want to be all lovey-dovey in return but he lowkey fights the urges to show his softness

- if he were insecure about any of his scars or anything about his hands, having you kiss these insecurities or even just show them positive attention would be so reassuring to him and he’d love it

- he loves doing the same with your hands, kissing any of your scars or just admiring how your fingers are shaped; he almost always ends up giving into his urges to be lovey, despite his embarrassment

- it’s likely that your hands are smaller than his, because well partial piglin tall-ass dood over here is bound to have some pretty big hands; he loves the way his hands can just curl around your smaller ones

- and if you somehow happen to have bigger hands than him? first of all, doesn’t stop him from trying to be the one to wrap his hands around yours, not the other way around; and second of all, although he’d never admit aloud, he does enjoy his hand being the one covered for once if you did manage to do so

- when he’s gone through a particularly bloody battle, he’s hesitant to hold your hand; to touch you with the same hands that just slaughtered so many, the same hands that kill

- but you’re like ‘nooo lemme love youuuu’ and you grasp his shaking hands, holding them in yours and you pull him close, showing him that he is loved and he always will be

- you show him that although he can fight like a monster that’s not what he is, he is not just some monster or weapon or ‘Blood God’; when it comes down to it, he is simply just Technoblade. your Technoblade

- and god dammit, at the end of the day, you’re going to hold his hands; even if those hands have helped to destroy many things, you are going to hold them tight and hold them with love

okay got a little ramble-y with this but anyways just ugh, to hold hands with Techno 🥺🥺

what can i say? i have a particularly soft spot in my heart for this anarchist

hope you enjoyed :)

[nocturnal-dreams]

Never Let Me Go

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Pairing: Technoblade x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff

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“You get away from Y/N, Quackity,” you felt the salty tears go down your face as Quackity held onto you tighter, the ax so close to your throat it could drip blood. You had only wanted to help, you were scared for Techno, you couldn’t stand to watch him get hurt. 

“Technoblade drop everything or I will let Y/N bleed like the pig you are, don’t test me, I have no sympathy for you or Y/N in this moment,” Quackity glared towards Techno.

You looked towards your friend, your vision blurred by your watery eyes, “Techno don’t do it, I’m not worth it, save yourself.”

Techno’s eyes shown the familiar red of blood softened staring at you, a small drop of blood dripping down your neck from Quackity’s ax. All he wanted to do was take you into his arms and heal you of all the wounds physically and mentally Quackity had given you. Techno looked down at the snow beneath his feet, his hand shaking as he held the sword in his hand, “you’re wrong Y/N, you are worth it. You’re the one person that has treated me with the upmost kindness despite what a monster I’ve been, I’d risk my lives thousand times over for you.” And that was it, the blade fell from Techno’s hands onto the layers of snow.

Quackity smirked in victory, toss your shaking body into the snow as Tubbo and Fundy took ahold of Technoblade and dragged him away. You laid in the snow as Techno was taken, your mind screaming at you that it was your fault Techno was going to die. Your tears fell into the snow as you wrapped your arms around yourself, your body and mind in pain, only bothering to go inside when it had gotten dark and started to heavily snow.

And now you were here still crying. You were laid in your cold bed, the quiet noise of your cries echoed through the house as you clung to the red robe around your shoulders. It had belonged to Techno, the one person that had loved you for you, not for what you gave other people. It was your fault, you had doomed him, your mind screamed at you, you were the reason he was going to die tonight. 

Maybe if you had been quicker and able to fight back then maybe Quackity wouldn’t have been able to use your life as a weapon against Technoblade. Quackity knew how much you meant to Techno, Techno would have murdered an entire village if it came down to it for you. You were his little blade as he always put it. Aside from Phil, you were the most important person to him. And now you were the person to doom him.

You glanced at your wrist, the golden netherstar bracelet that Techno had spent so long making for you. You pulled it off of your wrist, holding it in your shaky palm as you felt the tears starting to well up again, holding the bracelet to your chest tightly while you cried. Techno’s spare robe starting to fall from your shoulders but the weight of the guilt not even allowing you to notice the weight of the robe disappear. 

“Y/N?” your head perked up at the sound of Techno’s voice, dropping again to your knees as you hugged your knees to your chest. There was no way Techno could have lived, you had heard what the execution would be, no one could survive a fifty block anvil drop.

It was silent in the house you once enjoyed spending every minute in with Techno, you didn’t even know how to feel right now. You had trusted Quackity once, you two were friends, you had been the one to comfort him when Schlatt would cross the line with him. You wanted to hate Quackity, Ranboo, Fundy, and Tubbo but you just couldn’t, Quackity was your friend even if he didn’t see it that way anymore, and the others were just children brought into all this murder and cruelty too young. 

You jumped quickly when a hand was on your shoulder, backing up against the wall when you looked up to see Technoblade standing there, discarded of his robe and crown, a scar left on his forearm but he hadn’t seemed to mind it. All you could do right now was stare at Techno in disbelief, no there was no way he could have survived, no one could have survived something like that, you were just seeing things.

Regardless of your mind screaming at you however, you watched Techno sit down on the bed, holding his arms out to you as you stared at him. He seemed so calm like usual, he didn’t even dare to speak. 

Trying to calm your breathing, you slowly made your way over to Techno and between his arms which wrapped protectively around you. Your head instinctively laid down on his chest, hearing the thumping of his heart. Your body was still shaking as Techno tried to calm you down, humming quietly as he rocked you.

“How are you alive?” you finally managed to say, Techno looking down at you hearing the question, “no one in history has ever survived a fifty block anvil drop, how did you-”

“Shh my blade, just relax, you’re stressing yourself out, you need to calm down. Steady your breathing, just relax,” Techno held you closer to him, “I’ll answer every question you have in the morning, you need to relax.”

You just nodded, feeling the comfort of being near Techno and knowing he’s safe overtake you as you yawned quietly, hearing Techno chuckle. Before you could let sleep overtake you, you looked up at Techno who was staring out the window, “please don’t leave me again.”

Techno smiled down to you as he placed a small kiss to your head, “you know I’ll always come back to you no matter what happens.”

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