#technoblade reader insert

[uunoia]

Aphrodisiacs

Part of my Technoblade x Reader WIP Word: ~1600

Phil handed the both of you hot, steaming cups of tea. “I hope you both like it, I brewed this especially for the both of you.” You quirked a brow at the old man as he folded his arms in his robe, finding his choice of words odd. Mentally shrugging it off, you blew on your cup before giving it a careful sip. It was deliciously sweet with a hint of a floral sense to It and In all honesty you had to give Phil credit where credit is due. 

“Oh wow. This tea is amazing, Phil.”

Techno took a sip as well, the dainty china looking smaller In his larger sized hand. An amusing sight from your perspective.

“Yeah, It's alright I suppose.” Techno relaxed into the chair, his ankle resting on his knee as he leaned back in his seat, Techno and you both took another sip.

“What did you put in it?” You innocently asked, taking another sip.

Phil smiled, “It's a special brew. I added some of those sweet berries and rose flower petals-”

Technos eyes widened, he stopped drinking all together and he went for a full on spit take. Spraying you completely in the warm brew. Your face, hair, and your shirt doused completely with tea.

Techno coughed violently, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at the small china cup. “Phil.” His voice was dangerously calm, but the look in his eyes screamed nothing but the utmost betrayal. As If his dear old friend had dramatically driven a knife in his back in a moment of weakness. “You've doomed me, Phil. You did not just serve us-”

“Oh, lighten up mate,” Phil waved him off casually, “You both have been way too tense lately. So, I just added a little something extra. Thought you two could use it.”

You settled your cup down and dried your eyes with the bottom of your shirt, one look at Techno and you could see his cheeks were dusted pink. He bolted upright, his chair scraping against the floor as he approached the window. He opened the window and dumped the rest of the brew from his cup like it had personally offended him, making Phil sifle a chuckle at the sight.

You, still dripping of tea, adjusted your wet shirt as it clung uncomfortably to your skin, dawning realization of what Phil had just admitted.

“…Did you just—” You blinked at him. “Did you just drug us?!”

“What? Nah. It’s just herbs.” Philza rolled his eyes as he waved off, completely unbothered. “Back in the day, we used to drink it all the time. It’s good for blood flow, stamina, y’know?”

Techno choked again, fists clenching at his sides. “PHIL! THAT MAKES IT WORSE!”

“Not that kind of stamina—”

“That’s literally what it’s used for!”

Phil shrugged. “Can also be used for energy, focus, a bit of warmth—”

Techno shook his head furiously, his entire face heating up. You had never ever seen Techno this flustered, or affected by something In all the time you had known him.

He’s been through war, escaped an execution attempt and took actual betrayal better than Phil’s aphrodisiac brew.

“No. No…We’re out. We’re gone. We leave.” He picked you up off the chair by your elbow, your chair scraping against the spruce floor, making you stand.

“Hey!-” You gasped at the suddenness. He turned on his heel, already storming toward the door, your arm in his hand.

“Phil- You’ve doomed me. You've doomed me, Phil-” Phil could all but chuckle at the sight before him like the agent of chaos he painted himself to be.

“Techno, where are we going?!” You stumbled slightly before matching his pace to the door.

“You and I are drinking milk.” He dragged you out of the house, leading you into the basement. It was with such urgency It was as though you needed to be exorcised of the tea's effects.

Phil called out, “And help her get cleaned up!” Techno only grumbled in response as you both left the front door and went to the basement.

Phil chuckled, sipping on his regular tea. “...So dramatic. The both of you.”

The basement was cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the absolute chaos that had just unfolded in the cabin above. You were still drenched in tea, your drenched shirt making you shiver in the cold. Droplets dripped from your hair, trailing down your face and neck.

Techno was already rummaging through one of the storage chests, muttering something under his breath about “old man meddling where he shouldn’t.” His cheeks were still pink, the tips of his ears twitching slightly, and you knew—you knew—he was dying inside.

Techno grabbed a bottle of milk from the chest, drinking some of the cool and sweet cure-all before turning and handing the rest to you. 

He turned back around and rummaged through the chests. You stood awkwardly near the ladder before you drank the rest of the milk bottle. 

It didn't exactly feel like you were under the influence of any status effects. You felt normal, other than the slight chills you got from getting soaked your body felt entirely the same before and after the tea. It felt completely the same after the milk too, which, you didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

"So... Do you have a towel, or am I supposed to just stand here and marinate?"

Techno turned around, holding a white shirt (probably his, judging by the size), and tossed it at you without a word. The fabric smacked you in the face.

You peeled it off with a deadpan expression. "Thanks. That really helped."

He huffed, crossing his arms. "You're welcome."

You shook your head, sighing. “I can’t believe Phil…”

“I can.” Techno muttered, grabbing a clean rag from another chest and handing it to you. “Man’s been alive for centuries, he was bound to get bored eventually.”

You took the rag from his hand and started dabbing at your face, before Techno took the rag back, gently dabbing and drying your face himself. Thinking you probably wouldn't do as good a job without some help. You muttered a small thank you to which he gruffly hummed in response. He was actually surprisingly careful, his hand held your cheek while the other held the towel, gliding it over your face and neck. 

You mentally shook your head, remembering the tea. You grimaced as the brew stuck to your skin. "God, this stuff is so sticky. It’s like he brewed honey in it."

Techno let go of your face, hanging the rag on one of the ladder steps. "You should probably change before it stains."

You paused, looking down at your soaked shirt. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d leave so I could do that.”

He didn’t move.

“…Techno.”

He blinked. “What?”

You gestured vaguely. "Privacy?"

He stared at you for a long moment, then let out an exaggerated sigh, “Alright…” distancing himself from you and leaning against the stone wall, "I'll turn around."

"You could also leave, y'know."

"Nope," He said flatly, spinning on his heel so his back was to you. "Not taking my chances. Knowing Phil, that tea might have some kind of delayed effect or some weird potion nonsense. You pass out or start hallucinating, not my problem.” He rambled, feeling anxious and fidgety about the situation overall.

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "So dramatic…”

He scoffed. “Says the one who almost swan dove into a lava lake if it weren't for me.”

“Okay, first of all—”

“Change.”

You rolled your eyes, but ultimately gave up. You turned your back to him and pulled the damp shirt over your head, shivering slightly as the cool air hit your skin. The only thing covering your top half being your bra. You felt around blindly for the dry shirt he had thrown at you earlier.

Of course, because today sucked, you dropped it.

A beat of silence.

“…You good?”

You clenched your jaw. “No.”

You reached down to grab the shirt, forgetting that you were currently half-dressed. You barely had time to react before Techno glanced over his shoulder.

And then immediately regretted his life choices.

“Oh God—” He whipped his head around so fast you thought he’d snap his own neck. He practically slammed his hand over his mouth, his face burning a violent red. He really didn't mean to, he wasn't stupid. He assumed you were done putting on the shirt, how long does it really take to change a shirt?

You snatched the dry shirt off the floor and yanked it on as fast as humanly possible. “WHY DID YOU LOOK?!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO!”

“WHY DID YOU LOOK?!”

“I PANICKED!”

A painfully awkward silence settled between the both of you.

Techno cleared his throat, still refusing to turn around. His face was completely red, he wanted to say anything, quip even! The embarrassment was choking him as much, maybe even more than you. “…You done?”

“…Yeah.”

He exhaled sharply, finally relaxing his shoulders. “Cool. Great. Fantastic.” He turned back around, face still a little too pink. 

You rubbed your temples. “Let’s never talk about this.”

“Agreed.”

Another beat.

Tommy’s voice could be heard from upstairs, followed by the front door opening and slamming shut. Followed by a muffled, “PHIL!!” Followed by the sound of something breaking.

You and Techno both groaned in unison.

“Alright- That's enough mortifying embarrassment for one day” Techno then turned towards the double spruce door leading outside, opening one of the doors, the chill of the snowy outside nipping at your skin.

“Where are you going?”

“The tactical retreat—” He closed the spruce door behind him.

[wrenthewriterishere]

Dark!Vampire!SBI

Cross posted.

TW: manipulation, stalking, death (past), vampire turning (forced and willing), possessiveness, not quite kidnapping?? (forcing someone to stay against their will), depression and anger mentions, dependency and slight dysfunctionality, unhealthy relationships, dark material

It's Techno who finds you, and it's Techno who loses you.

He was Phil's first fledgling, long since turned - but he'd been hesitant about the whole thing, the few centuries ago the question came up

Who wanted to live forever? That sounded terrifying, to him. Why would he want that? There-there was just so much that could go wrong; what if he regretted it?

Eventually, he was turned, and now he's settled with the idea

Wilbur joined their small coven, then Tommy; then those outside their little family circle, their inner group of sire and prized fledglings

It was Techno who found you, all those years ago

Young, naive, tough; you were strong and brave, brash though reserved, with a fire that lit you from the inside out, like a candle with an everlasting flame

You two grew close, over time, human and vampire. It spurred into something that even Wil and Tommy hadn't been for him, not quite

His instincts purred at the very thought of you, murmurs of nestmate-mine and declaration of lovelovelove beating in his mind like his once-there heartbeat

Of course, you were introduced to Phil, and his brothers, and other important members of the coven, but you were Techno's

Like him, when proposed eternity, you were tentative and fearful

You wanted time to think about it. Techno said yes, of course; why wouldn't he? He had the rest of time, you had decades and decades spanning ahead of you, before he needed to seriously worry

At least, that's what they'd all thought

Then you'd gotten sick, so sick

No longer used to human illness, and with your downplaying the initial symptoms, it had been written off as something that would go away

That's what they'd all thought

It's what Techno had thought

The diagnosis of your terminal illness was like a slap to the face, lavender ash to his chest, a stake to the heart

It was the crushing weight of failure, of knowing he'd failed to protect you, to keep you safe, like he'd promised

Phil had insisted on your moving into the main house, their house, and you accepted

Tommy was always at your side, Wilbur always watching, ever attentive

Techno worked and worked, he went far and wide to find a solution. Phil pressed the prospect of vampirism, growing more and more stressed-upset the more you turned him down

It wore at them all.

Wilbur ended up calling Techno back, with news of your being bedridden and so, so frail.

He was there in an instant, swearing that he hadn't died until that day, when he held your shaking-pale-too cold hands in his own, weakness and tremors plaguing you. Exhaustion clearly weighed on you, eyes fluttering with every rattling breath, every labored-forced inhale you took.

The soft-sad-guilt smile you donned was his grave, his headstone, and the omen of what was to come.

You died, that night, and Techno's last shred of humanity was taken with it.

It wasn't for another decade and a half that he found you.

Tommy'd been guarded like none other. Wilbur had grown paranoid, switching between distant and dependent like the unpredictable rapids of a reef. Phil had become cold and firm, a ruling, unforgiving hand on the necks of human and vampirekind alike.

Techno grew distant and overprotective and angry.

Phil would be away for weeks at a time, in the temple of his Lady, fasting and sacrificing and pleading for something, anything from her.

Yet it was Techno who was whispered to.

It was him who was graced with a second chance, a redeeming life.

He found you, young and alive again, and found his breath returned.

Techno knew he'd have to prove himself again, and so he watched, and so he waited. He had eternity, though this time, so did you. He'd make sure of it, this time.

Nothing would keep him from his nestmate. Not anymore, not everagain.

He learned your routine, your schedule, your habits; your favorites and your icks. He waited, and he learned. Time was his ally, his reward.

And he reaped his reward.

He got you.

He got you.

You believed him, when he said you reminded him, you were his youngest, previously-passed brother. You believed him, and you kept coming back, you kept agreeing to meet him. You trusted him, and he took it with pride.

When he was sure it was enough, that you weren't afraid (or at least not tooafraid), he reintroduced you to the coven.

Tommy was ecstatic, clingy, hovering and buzzing with love-happy-homehome-nestmate

Wilbur was soft and tearful, gentle and just so awed as he brushed his hands over your face, your hair, arms--taking in as much of you as he could

Phil was quiet and firm, strong as he wrapped you in arms that would never let you go again, waning-warbling call of safe-fledgling-stay-mine rumbling in his throat

And yes, maybe you would ask to leave, later - to "go home," when you were home, home was right in front of you, it was here, it was them -

Yes, maybe you'd beg and cry and fearthem -

But you were home.

You were safe.

When the time came (and it did, whether or not you sobbed and pleaded and screamed--), you would choose Techno to turn you.

(It was a betrayal, of course it was, but even still--you knew him best. You knew him first, loved him first, trusted him most. You would hate him for it, possibly, but...you'd rather it be him.

(At the very least, they respected thatabout you.)

He was honored, and he was over the moon when your instincts had tentative-embarrassed sire calls whimpered at him

Techno wouldn't worry too much about your shame, your anxiety around them, now, and yourself. He had time to deal with it, to correct it, to fix it.

He had eternity, finally. They all did.

Eternity with you.

[themouseyartiste]

I WRITE FANFIC AS WELL! READ IT RAHH

[ria-writes-stuff]

This is for a piece I wrote a while back (over a year) and it’s a bit cringy looking back, but it’s sweet enough that I’m willing to post it.

This is chapter 2 - Technoblade/Reader, irl fluff and comfort, sitting at 2.2k words

There’s a fair amount of worldbuilding to give it some texture, please let me know what you think and what you want me to write next!

[ramzawrites]

(Platonic techno x Piglin Hybrid Reader)

Imagine a 7-8 y/o piglin hybrid finds techno's nether portal and out of pure childhood curiosity decides to go through it and ends up in the snow biome. They almost immediately get frostbite and pass out due to living in the nether and usually being warm. Eventually techno finds the child by his nether portal and look's around to see no parents so assumes they are an orphan he goes to pull out his orphan obliterater but the voices get louder telling him to take them home and protect them eventually gives in wraps his cape around them and brings them home to warm them up

(Feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable)

-Anon :)

Kin - Piglin!Child!Reader and Technoblade

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, (mentioned) Philza

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request :]

Summary: Y/N was just too curious! This weird black frame with the purple light was surely not there before! Maybe they should look at it a bit further. The light just looked too inviting!

Words count: 3023

Authors Note: My first Techno fic! YO! I really love him alot! He is one of my favorite CCs and also favorite Character in the dsmp :) Wish I found a better way to cut this one off but I had so much fun writing this!

Y/N’s little Piglin hands slowly traveled up the rough Netherrack that they were hiding behind. Grabbing the edge of the rock as their head followed along, their eyes peaking over cautiously.

There was this weird black frame with what looked like a purple pool inside of it. It emitted a rumbling but kind of musical sound that seemed to call out to Y/N. In fact, they only found this weird portal only due to the sounds. Never in their young life have they heard anything like it.

They have only seen something like this here and there whenever their clan moved on from a region but usually those seemed to be broken. The frame only half finished without a light coming out of it. Elders and the adults would always remind them to stay far away from it since apparently it could be dangerous, but Y/n couldn’t understand how.

It just stood there playing its music that seemed to almost call out to the Piglin. Wanting it to get closer and listen to its magical melody.

How could be something so beautiful be considered dangerous?

Taking another look around, Y/N made sure they were alone. Secretly having run off to follow this sound they managed to pick up on. It’s not like their parents would look for them on account that their parents were already dead.

Now the Elders took care of them, but they were usually too busy with clan business to realize when they ran off on their own adventures.

Once again checking that there were no Ghasts or other dangerous mobs around Y/N climbed over the rock. Landing on what looked like a pathway that led to the black frame.

Closer to the structure Y/N took the time to get a good look at the rock that has been used for the frame. It was a deep black and yet it somehow seemed to have a purple shine. If it came from the vortex between or the rock itself Y/N couldn’t tell, nor did they care enough to figure that out. Too amazed by it.

The sound was now really loud, and Y/N could tell that it came definitely from the purple light. It seemed to swirl in of itself almost like liquid and yet it stayed in the air as if it were glass put between the stone.

Mesmerized by it the child slowly put their hand into the light, trying to figure out what the material was.

But the only thing they felt was how cold it felt and it seemingly pulling on them. Trying to pull them deeper in. Scared Y/N immediately pulled their arm away, holding it close to their chest. Warming the cold limb up with their own body and the temperature of the Nether.

They have never felt anything like this. It was interesting. They knew what cold was but never like this. Only having felt an occasional breeze from jumping around or running around and even then, it was nothing compared to what they just felt.

Was this vortex doing this? Was this the purpose? Is this the dangerous part? How?

Y/N was already so incredible curious, but this really spiked their curiosity. What would happen if they just stood in there?

With this question in mind the kid placed one foot in the frame, soon followed by the next. The vortex completely engulfing them. Purple being the only thing they were able to see. This cold feeling immediately hitting them like a brick wall.

With a surprised grunt with how huge the temperature difference was, the child jumped away, hoping to get back to the familiar warmth but as they did the cold didn’t disappear.

The portal was still there but suddenly there was this bright light all around them. White as far as they could see.

Now panicking the child desperately looked around but their body was still dealing with the sudden temperature drop.

The world spinning around making it difficult for them to get a good look at where they were. Darkness crept in at the edges of their vision which they desperately tried to fight against.

Without realizing Y/N crashed onto the white ground which seemed to be even colder than the air around. Sneaking into the thin clothing and prickling at the skin. Their heart beating incredible fast and, in their ears, and yet they suddenly felt so tired.

The coldness that was so uncomfortable before suddenly turning more comfortable. Their breathing calming down as their eyes fell shut. Submerging themself into the world of darkness.

Luckily for Y/N, Technoblade was on his way towards the Netherportal himself. He managed to run out of Blaze Rods and needed to gather more for his potions only to spot something or rather someone lying face down in the snow.

At first, he assumed that for some reason Tommy managed to knock himself out while wandering over for whatever reason but the closer he got the more he noticed that, no, the body was way too small for that.

Also, he was pretty sure the last time he checked Tommy didn’t sport similar pig ears like Techno.

The voices in his head were pretty calm until they realized “Kin? Our kin? Out here? Our or his kin? Is it our kin as well?”

Techno approached the small body. This child was shaking and wet due to the snow. The clothes soaked. How the hell did that child just survive the travel to the Overworld like that? It was more likely that Piglin’s die during that process and end up as just a husk. A zombie if you will.

Not a lot of Piglin are strong enough to survive this magic. Techno should know he almost died when he traveled over and only survived because he had Philza on his side who helped him through it.

Impressive and yet he didn’t particular care.

“Parents? Orphan? Are they an orphan? Oh! Blood for the Blood God? No! Look at them! They are already dying! They must be something special surviving the portal like that! Are they though? Aren’t they dying? More because of the cold than anything! What about their parents?”

Grumbling Techno stepped into the portal himself, ending up in the warm nether. Hoping to still the curiosity of the voices a tiny bit with this. A sense of nostalgia spreading throughout his body and senses as he looked around the red landscape.

The child’s parents have to be around somewhere. Rule number one in the nether for Piglins was to stay together no matter what. It was dangerous in the Nether and the relationship between blood kin was precious. They must be already around here. Picking up on the child’s scent to find them.

And yet. Nothing.

No Piglin, no anyone.

He wandered a bit in, but he didn’t even spot any close group of Piglin’s running around. Weird. Was that child really alone?

“Check on them! Techno! Check on the child! See if they are still there!” the voices yelled out, infuriating the warrior a bit.

“Alright, alright!” he gave in and once again stepped into the portal. The cold hitting him but at this point he was used to this and managed to reacclimatize himself pretty fast. Not immediately and it still took a few minutes, but he didn’t almost pass out every time.

No surprise there. The child was still laying in the snow.

Once again, the voices flared up in his mind. A few demanding blood while others still expressed their curiosity towards this orphan.

Too busy with his own plans and things to do Technoblade took out his sword aptly called “The Orphan Obliterator”. He just wanted to deal with this situation as fast as he could, so he could move on.

Moving the sword up in the air only for the voices in his head to suddenly erupt loudly.

“No! Stop! Do not! Don’t kill! No! Techno! Please!”

This was very much not like their usual behavior. Usually, they would welcome any chance for bloodshed. Calling for it even in situation where it was just inconvenient and unnecessary but now, they don’t want it? Okay, maybe he should listen in to the voices after all.

“What is going on, Chat?” he asked.

And the voices, even if loudly and talking over each other, answered “Save them! Take them with you! They are special! Protect them! They are your kin if you give them the chance! We are sure! A young child able to survive this? Sounds similar to you Techno! Take them with you! Save them! Please! They deserve the chance!”

The problem with Chat was, they sometimes knew more about the world than Techno and it has paid out listening to them, but they also liked to just follow their whim for fun. Though this seemed to be the former. They realized that the child was special and worth saving, even if only in their ,sometimes omnipotent, eyes.

Sighing Technoblade sheathed his netherite sword and pulled off his red cape.

Realizing what Techno was doing, Chat begun cheering. The voices that had demanded blood before now fully drowned out.

Technoblade knelt down and carefully heaved the piglin onto the cape, wrapping it around them. Their body was unsurprisingly incredibly cold. So cold that Techno worried they didn’t have a lot of time left. Well, worry was a strong word perhaps.

Holding the kid close to his chest he got a good look at their face. Their expression scrunched up in what he assumed to be pain. A few light scars on their face. It wasn’t unusual that Piglins sported a few scars but not that young. The parents were usually too protective over their young.

“Must be a real troublemaker, I bet.” He noted.

Scars already at that age and them running through a portal just like that? Yeah, that child must cross the line between brave and stupid a lot. Not that he could fault them. He wasn’t that much different as a child himself, though he would never admit it out loud.

“They are kinda cute! It’s a child. Children do that. What do we do with them? Save them first. Talk to them. Figure out if they have potential! Kin? Kin! We need to talk to Philza. Dadza! Grandza! Oh! Yes! Grandza!”

Techno shook his head, as if that would make the voices shut up “Chat, please. Don’t assume anything. I might just help them out and find a clan for them to get back to. We don’t have the time for a child to be around. Too busy with the Syndicate.”

While Chat wasn’t happy with it, they seemed to be glad enough that Techno was acting against his instincts to help this orphan out. If the others hear that the Technoblade has helped out an orphan, well, he hoped people won’t. Doesn’t want to be seen as a hypocrite and as someone who keeps his words, and threats.

With the kid in his arms, he made his way back towards his cabin. Apparently, the Blaze Rods had to wait after all.

As he walked up the stairs towards his cabin and walked in, he suddenly got very aware he had no idea what to do. Looking around his eyes fell on his fireplace but that somehow seemed dangerous. Probably bad idea to just lay down an unconscious child right next to the fire, right?

Instead, he remembered that he had a spare bed roll sitting around somewhere.

With the cape still wrapped around the little one he pulled out the bed roll and laid them inside the rolled-out bed. While tucking them in he made sure to let a bit breathing room in. Letting their body slowly warm up instead of instantly.

“Food. Food, Techno. Eat. The child as well!”

Ah, yes. What would he do without the voices reminding him to eat?

Normally he would just pop a potato in the furnace but not this time. If he is already cooking, he might as well cook for the both of them. Soup seemed appropriate. Now, if he only remembers the recipe and instructions Philza gave him way back.

Still a tiny bit annoyed he has to put off getting the Blaze Rods, Techno sat down and begun cutting up vegetables and heating up water. Putting the ingredients into the water and putting spice in after tasting it here and there. It definitely wouldn’t be a masterpiece but as long as it not tasted absolutely horrible and still warmed one up from the inside, this should be fine.

The child better not complain after he already went out of his way saving them from the cold. He really should have just killed them so he wouldn’t need to get through this trouble and could actually get work done but Chat really was acting weird.

The cooking process took longer than he expected. Long enough that his own pig ears suddenly heard some noises, groans, coming from behind him. Looking back, he saw how the small Piglin was moving around in the bed. Slowly sitting up. Their eyes still closed.

“You are awake.” He stated in Piglish. Knowing, that they probably couldn’t speak the common tongue of the Overworld.

They opened their eyes but were still squinting. Either in pain or not used to the light yet.

“Where am I? Who are you?” grunts coming out of their mouth that made up Piglish words.

For a second Techno had to hide his smile as he realized that it has been a long while that he spoke with anybody his native tongue.

“You are in the Overworld. In my home to be specific. You are lucky I found you or you would have frozen to death in the snow. Name’s Technoblade by the way.”

It seemed to be difficult for them to wrap their mind around this new information “Overworld? Technoblade?” they repeated as if this would give them more insight.

Not knowing what else to tell them, Techno turned around and begun pouring the soup into a bowl. Walking over to them to give it to them.

A bit wary the child pulled their arms out of the cape that was still wrapped around them. The white fluff tickling the back of their head. It seemed to be an old cape. The fluffy part not being as fluffy as you would have assumed anymore. The fur dirty and strands glued together. Things that just happened over time even if you washed it quite often.

“My, uh, my name is Y/N.” they spoke, grabbing the bowl and looking inside it.

“I’m not poisoning you, you can eat it. Warms you up and once you feel good enough you can get back into the Nether.” He then proceeded to pour himself a bowl and begun sipping it.

It was edible. That was something.

Y/N kept watch as Techno continued to slowly drink the soup out of his own bowl. Drinking some of the food as well, their eyes widened out of pleasant surprise when the soup seemed to warm them up from the inside. Craving more of this warmth they begun gulping the liquid down in seconds.

This place was certainly warmer then when they got out of the portal but it was still cold enough for them to shiver. Where in the world were they? Never have they seen any of these materials around them. Grey cold stone, dark brown wood, white walls decorated with colorful pictures? It seemed almost unreal to them.

“How are you feeling squirt? Good enough to go home yet?” There was a bit of hope in Techno’s voice. The sooner this passed the better in his book.

“Home.” Y/N once again repeated what Techno said only to hold the bowl up towards him. A shy but determined expression on their face.

It took Techno a second before he understood what they wanted “More? More soup?”

The child enthusiastically nodded.

Sighing Techno got up from the chest he was sitting on to refill Y/N’s bowl and as he pushed the warm bowl back into their hand Y/N opened their mouth again “Uh, Overworld? I am in the Overworld? What- What is that?”

“A different world to where you come from. It has hot places and cold places. Different things and different mobs as well. Very different but both places are connected. You came through one of the portals that lead to this place, it also leads back to the Nether. Now, tell me something. I haven’t seen your parents. I was looking for anyone but there was no one. Not even a random group walking around.”

Y/N first slurped more from the soup before they answered “My parents are gone. I live with my clan. I always run off and they get mad at me.”

Techno knelt down to Y/N and softly pressed his hand against their forehead which made Y/N freeze. Scared and confused with what he was doing.

He let out a deep breath, wincing as a few voices begun yelling inside his mind “Ah. Seems like you have a fever. Guess I could help you through it and in the meanwhile try to find your clan. Might as well show you a bit of the Overworld while we are at it. Not a lot of Piglin get the chance to see the Overworld after all. You certainly are a special case.”

Then he turned around and talked to the air “Happy now Chat?” Turning back around to face Y/N again “Are you okay with that, Y/N?”

It was still difficult for them to grasp the whole of the situation but to get the chance to explore this Overworld? With this Technoblade Piglin? Their curiosity was certainly piqued. Maybe they were still too tired, and their head was pounding but there was this little voice in their head that urged them on.

That told them “Go for it. You will learn a lot! He might be your true kin.”

So, they nodded silently agreeing in Piglish “Yes. I think I am okay with it.”

[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 :)

[l0cked0uttt]

How They Would React To Seeing Your Top-Surgery Scars

Characters: Tommyinit (Platonic), Tubbo (Platonic), Wilbur (geared towards romantic), Dream (geared towards romantic), Technoblade (Platonic or Romantic)

Fluff

A/N: For whatever reason my mind has only been giving me angst ideas like I like angst but I need some fluff 💀🤚

Y/N will be used (Meaning your name)

CW: swearing

This can be for anyone who has gotten top surgery and needs comfort about their scars (your beautiful no matter what <;3)

Tommy:

When he first sees your scars it doesn't really register in his mind that they are your top surgery scars

He just thinks that they are just scars that you've gotten in one of the countless battles

He definitely thinks they're super cool and asks you a bunch of questions about them.

"Hey Y/N- Woah! Where did you get those scars! These are cool as fuck!"

He would try and start guessing where you got them.

"Did you get them while in the nether? Was there a Piglin that tried to fight you and then they cut you with their tusks? Oh! Did you duel with Dream? or Techno? Did you kick their asses?"

You'd probably have to calm him down and explain to him that you didn't get into a fight and you just got them from top surgery

He would be very understanding of your situation, though he would apologize for jumping to conclusions.

He immediately wants to know if you have other scars and what the stories behind them are.

If you have more and decide to show them to him, he would listen very intently to the stories, and he finds the battles that you've been through (even if they aren't that big) very interesting.

If you have no other scars or you don't want to show him your other scars he is perfectly okay with that, even offering to show you his scars to make you feel better, telling you how he got each of them in a way that makes it interesting to listen too.

"And this one I got from when me and Tubbo were sparring, he felt so bad that he was apologizing for what felt like hours!"

If he ever felt that you were uncomfortable about the topic he would ask if you wanted to change it to make you feel more comfortable.

Overall he just wants to make you feel happy by saying "Hey, it's normal to have scars, and yours are just as valid as any others."

Tubbo:

When he first saw your scars he was really concerned and started panicking asking you a whole bunch of questions

"Y/N, do you wanna- Oh my god! Are you okay? Where did you get these from? Did someone hurt you? You can tell me but I swear if it was Sapnap or something me and Tommy will literally kick his ass!"

After calming him down and explaining to him that no one hurt you and these scars are from your top surgery

He would apologize for jumping to conclusions but he would be a little confused at first, I don't think that he would know a ton about the LGBT community so he would need a little clarification.

"Uh, I'm sorry if i'm overstepping your boundaries and you don't have to answer this if you're uncomfortable but, could you explain to me what top surgery is?"

After knowing exactly what top surgery is he would immediately ask if there's any way that he can help.

Want to try and fade the scars? Words of affirmation about how having these scars make you human or how your struggles are just as valid as anyone else's? Or even if you just want a hug, he'll find some kind of way that he can help you feel comfortable.

Tubbo really just wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin even if he is a little new to the whole LGBT community and how to help.

Wilbur:

Wilbur doesn't bring up your scars unless you come and talk to him about it first.

He starts to check up on you more and more.

"Hey Y/N, how are you doing? Everything is alright right?"

Just little check ups until you're ready to tell him about it.

If he ends up seeing your scars more than once he might bring it up at that point.

"Hey, um, what are those scars on your chest, if you don't mind me asking?"

Once you tell him that they're your top surgery scars he pulls you into a hug and assures you that he will always love and care about you no matter what.

Basically he will just praise the hell out of you, tell you how amazing you are, how brave you are for going through the surgery, how pretty and handsome and beautiful and cute you are.

Every time he walks by you he will just give you a kiss on the head as reassurance

He never wants you to feel like you are a burden

He will go to Fundy for advice on how to help and if there is anything that he should do to comfort you further.

Just a sweet guy who wants you to feel loved and appreciated.

Dream:

First thought is that someone hurt you and he wants to know who so he can kill the fucker

"Hey Y/N- what happened? No, No it isn't nothing, what happened. It matters because who every hurt you will have about five seconds to count their fucking blessings before I kill them."

You being you might respond with something snarky like "hey the doctor who gave me top surgery shouldn't die, I'm living my best life because of them!"

To which he responds with a mental facepalm and he gives you a hug

He just wants to protect you and sometimes takes it too far

Your chest becomes his new favorite part about you

Every time he gets the chance he will give you a kiss to remind you how much he cares

Cuddling where his head is buried in your chest? Expect him to be kissing your chest till one of y'all falls asleep.

"What? Can I not kiss my beautiful lover and give them all of the love they deserve?"

Technoblade:

Like Wilbur, Techno won't bring your scars up unless you make conversation about it

The difference is, He won't bring it up no matter how many times he sees your scars

I feel like with how many battles Techno had been in he has his own collection of scars some of which he would like to fade away and to never be talked about or brought into existence again.

So he won't talk till you want to talk

Once you do tell him he would say something like:

"Oh that's what those are? Yeah I've seen them before."

When questioning why he didn't say anything he would say something along the lines of:

"We all have our own scars, some you can see, some you can't, some you're fine with the world seeing and some you wish that they would disappear because they remind you of something that you want to block out and forget entirely. I've had my fair share of scars that should fade away just like those painful memories. I would hate to bring you back to a place that you wanted to forget."

As for comfort, he isn't too big on it, not because he doesn't want to give it to you but because he doesn't know how, maybe the occasional word or words of affirmation or hugs when you need them, but anything else and he would need Phil's help on what to do.

He is a great listener though, so if you ever need to vent he'll be the guy to go to.

Techno is just a piglin with a soft heart for you and he would hate to make you uncomfortable.

*****

Another one done! My apologies if this isn't the best I have never done headcanons before so this was new to me. I also tried to keep it gender neutral as I know not only trans males get top surgery so I wanted to make it as inclusive as possible so I'm sorry if things are too geared towards trans males.

Word Count: 1255

[michu-chaotic]

SBI + sibling!reader (plotanic)

Summary: Headcanons of the SBI with a younger sibling!reader walking into their room after having a nightmare.

c!Philza

So for Philza I'm gonna make him be your dad instead because we love dadza <3.

He's definitely a light sleeper and is usually always up to like 2am so once he hears your little sobs from across the room, he'd come rushing to you.

Will help you calm down by playing with his wings whilst doing breathing exercises :D! He will not leave your side until you're fully calmed. If your nightmare was THAT bad he will stay by the side of your bed until you fall asleep.

"I won't let anything happen to you, okay? It was just a silly nightmare <3"

He has three other sons so he's pretty much always ready for this moment <3.

Tommyinnit

Grumpy and heavy sleeper. You'll have to wake him up by softly poking his shoulder. At first he'd be like "What is it now?" still being half asleep, until he notices it's you and the tears in your eyes. He'd immediately go soft and sit up and ask what's wrong.

He'd honestly be like "It's just a nightmare, it's not real so don't worry." And wipe your tears away.

He doesn't really know what to do but he'd offer you to sleep with him if you want so you feel a bit more safer!

Also add the "Don't tell anyone about this."

Wilbur soot

Wilbur is another heavy sleeper tbh. But once he sees you all teared up, he'll just take a guess and scoot over so you can lay down beside him while telling him what happened. He would hum to one of his songs until you gradually fall asleep !!

If you're not ready to fall asleep, he'll just put on a funny video on YouTube for you to watch until you drift off to sleep again.

Depending on how bad your nightmare was, he will sometimes carry you back to your own room again and tug you in while you're sleeping or he'd just let you sleep in his arms.

c!Technoblade

He's a light sleeper as Philza. He's always on look out and stuff. But once you came into his room in tears with your comfort teddy in your hand while he was writing a letter he was like "Aren't you supposed to be asleep- oh."

He'll come up to you and carry you into his arms and sit on his lap. He'll ask what's going on and what the nightmare was about. He's unsure about what to do, but he had Tommy coming into his room after a nightmare when he was a small kid so it's nothing new.

He'd just make you do breathing exercises and do these cute piglin noises to make you laugh <3. He'll let you sleep in his bed and hum you a lullaby until you fall asleep.

[fanboo]

They’re Sick HC’s

HEY. DO NOT READ TECHNOS IF YOURE GOING TO CRY

Dream

• Very needy bby

• Wants all the cuddles

• “Where’s Patches? I wanna pet my cat…”

• You bring him blankets, food, water, medicine and Patches

• Constantly reassuring you that he’s okay

• “It’s just a cold” he says as you take him to the doctor because he won’t stop puking

• Will yank you down into the bed to cuddle you

• But it’s cute

Sapnap

• “I’m literally fine Y/N I’m not sick”

• Is very sick

• Only admits it once you force him to take his temperature and is running a fever of 102°

• Surprisingly willing to tell you what feels wrong once you make him admit he’s sick

• Will help you take care of himself while also letting you do most of it because you don’t want him to exhaust himself

• Asks you to come cuddle for a bit

• Will fall asleep on you and will drool

Georgenotfound

• So. Fucking. Needy.

• “Y/N come cuddle pleaseeee”

• “Darling pleaaasssseeeee????”

• You basically have to lock him in his room

• Day two you caved and let him out instead of making him eat in bed

• He gave you covid

• Sapnap and Dream end up taking care of both of you

• “You two are idiots” “Shut the hell up Dream.”

WilburSoot

• He is so anxious when he’s sick

• Literally called you the second he realized he was ill

• “Don’t come over this week I’m sick.”

• “Wilbur I’m coming over, you get into bed”

• Says okay on the condition that you wear a mask at all times

• Only asks for things he needs to minimize the work you have to do

• Asks you to hold him for a bit because he couldn’t get warm and couldn’t sleep and it honestly helped him

• He’s so worried and cute and you keep him distracted the entire time

Tommyinnit

• “Y/N. I am ill.”

• Goes to bed and literally sleeps the entire time

• Lets you cuddle and get him food and whatnot

• Dude legit managed to sleep for the entire week with the exception of meal and bathroom times

• What the fuck Thomas

Technoblade

• “Eh, I’m fine”

• Still streamed

• When he started to get worse and was bedridden he’d still insist that he was okay because seeing his little sibling in so much distress caused him more pain than the cancer ever did

• He’d let you come and lay in his bed with him and you’d talk for hours

• You’d go into his room in the middle of the night and he’d wake up when he heard you open the door

• Always always ALWAYS let you hang out with him because he knew what was coming

• Told countless stories

• Comforted you to the very end

• I’m not crying you are

Tubbo

• It’s so cute

• He’s like a little kid

• Walks around the house in sweats and a blanket

• Follows you around like that

• Rests on the couch because he felt cooped up in his room

• Walks up to you from behind and adds you to his blanket and just stands there with his face pressed into your back

• Very cute

• You cuddle him a lot

• He’s so bby

Ranboo

• Mf will NOT admit to being sick

• You have to force them to go to bed

• “I am perfectly fine Y/N”

• “So who’s puke am I mopping up then?”

• Little shit

• Will not let you take care of them

• Insists on doing it himself

• Annoyingly cute

Philza

• Father is sick

• Where is Mumza

• “Mum. Dads sick.”

• You and Mumza make him stay in bed and do everything for him

• It’s fucking hilarious

• He just had a small fever and was literally fine but let you do this because it’s fun

• “Hello chat. I have a small fever so Y/N and Tristan are taking care of me.”

• Very good at acting sick for you

• “Thank you Y/N, I feel better already”

Karl Jacobs

• Shows up at your house wearing a blanket and goes straight to bed

• Sleeps half the time and helps you the other half

• It’s hard for him to eat when he’s sick so you tell him eat what he can and snack on the rest later and it helps

• Cuddles

• Helps you clean after he gets better

• He’s very cute

Quackity

• “I don’t get sick I get bitches”

• Very independent and actually takes good care of himself

• Does make you cuddle tho

• It’s all over once he pukes

• “I take it back I get sick. But also bitches.”

• Goes to bed and lets you do everything

• “Thank you Y/N” he mumbles quietly

• Forehead kisses for him

[toxicruins101]

YOUR WORDS KILLED ME

Sbi! Family x Male! Killer! Reader.

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

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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

1, 2, 3..678910..

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

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

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

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

Torture and torture for days on end.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But your death seemed closer than that possibility coming true.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soon after though another person came in.

"Y/n? You there?"

Techno

Techno!

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

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

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

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

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

Come back home, ok? We all.

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

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

So many

So so many.

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

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

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

No-one?

Guess that was it.

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

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

Wilbur.

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

You had missed him so much.

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

Yet there he stood now, revived and well.

He only started at you and walked over.

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

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

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

You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

Guards came in and started pushing him out

He screamed and thrashed in their hold.

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

NO NO WAIT-

Y-!"

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

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

So much for feeling your hands again

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

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

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

Tommy, the youngest out of all of you.

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

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

All because of you

Your family was suffering

Your friends were suffering

Everyone was suffering

Because of you

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

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

Full of blood, your blood, to be precise.

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

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

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

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

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

No

No

NO

NO

NONO

NONONONO

NO GOD PLEASE

Don't leave me please

Philza...

Techno...

Wilbur....

Tommy...

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

[amyelevenn]

lost cause

PARING: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

SUMMARY: Dream cashes in his favour to Techno - kill you.

WARNINGS: heavy angst, implied one sided love

A/N: one of my fave fics, hope you enjoy :))

1.2k words - M.LIST

Water sprinkled down from the greying atmosphere above, no bright blue skies in sight. There wasn’t an overwhelming amount of people out today, which was quite understandable given the light drizzle and absence of the sun. A gloomy day for a gloomy mission.

Today Dream had finally cashed in his favour to Technoblade. He had set a relatively easy mission for the piglin brute; Dream just needed Techno to take someone out for him.

The biggest issue Technoblade had was that it was you of all people. He – along with everyone else – hadn’t heard from you since you left and retired, and although he would never admit it, he was worried for you. the voices had managed to convince him you were already dead, but when Dream handed him your coords, he knew you may as well be.

Techno considered for a moment whether knocking on the door would be appropriate, considering he was here for your head after all. But before he could decide for himself, the door swung open.

There you stood, appearing rather dishevelled. You must’ve grown out your hair whether you noticed or not, but Techno knew it was longer than he had ever seen it. You had rather uncomplimentary dark circles dragging under your eyes, your usually fair complexion paler and sallow. You had seemingly lost some weight, skin clinging harshly to your muscles and bones.

The hybrid and his chat quickly decided that retirement was not a good look on you.

“Techno,” you say, appearing slightly out of breath, “what are you doing here?”

For a split second, the piglin felt… guilty? “I’m here to kill you.”

Your tired expression didn’t waver. “Ah,” you sigh, “that’s pretty sucky.”

Techno pulls his axe from his inventory, standing tall to appear as intimidating as possible. Chat are beginning to get riled up, excited for the upcoming bloodshed.

“Well, before you…y’know, would you like a cup of tea? Freshly brewed,” you offer.

Techno (and his chat) falter. Tea? They understood what we said, right?

“Eh, why not,” Techno replies.

You send him a soft smile, and scamper off to your kitchen. He lets himself in, closing the front door rather gently behind him. Putting his ‘Orphan Obliterator’ back in his inventory, he takes his damp cloak off and hangs it on the coat rack, then follows the sound of brewing through the house.

Within under a minute you are handing him a mug of steaming liquid, directing him towards the two comfiest chairs that face the wide window that overlooks the lake. You sit in the one beside the couch, leaving Techno to sit opposite to you and next to a crafting table.

Techno is about to ask what type of tea it is, but you stop him. “Mint,” you fondly smile, “I know it helps calm the voices. Plus it’s all I have.” He couldn’t help but notice the underlying gravel and hoarseness in you voice, it becoming rapidly apparent you hadn’t spoken this much in a long while.

“Thank you,” he mutters, taking his first sip.

“How’s your father? I haven’t spoken to him in a while,” you chuckle.

Techno doesn’t wish to talk about his father right now, but given that you are quite literally sitting in a room with your successor, he decides to indulge you. “Phil is doin’ alright,” Techno nods.

“Ah that’s good to hear. And your brothers? How are they?”

Techno snorts. “Dead and exiled.”

“Oh…” you reply, taken slightly aback. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be joining one soon,” you dryly chuckle, a weak attempt at humour. Techno doesn’t laugh.

For a while you both sit and sip in silence, the only noise the calming patter of the steadily increasing rain.

Techno is halfway through his cup when you pipe up again. “Y’know, I have been in love with you for longer than I can remember,” you admit.

The brute stiffens, stunned at the sudden confession. A haunting idea dawned on him, but at the same time you spoke again. “You’re probably thinking that I’m telling this so you will spare my life-” that’s exactly what we think! “-but I promise I’m not. I… you don’t have to say anything. I just thought you should know.”

Technoblade nods in acknowledgement, but keeps his lips shut tight in fear of letting slip something he vowed no one would ever know.

The pair of you fall back into a partly-tense, partly-not silence. The rain is much heavier now, water lashing at the sealed window. You can hear the unforgiving winds whistling through the tree leaves, sure to leave a mess in its wake.

“Looks like a rainstorm,” the piglin mutters, distracted in the same way as you. Right then a loud crack of thunder echoes throughout the clearing and your home, which makes you smile gently.

“Thunderstorm,” you correct. He scoffs quietly at your comment. “Dream send you?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

You sigh quietly. “Dream came over yesterday- or a few days ago, I’ve lost track of time again- and told me to start counting down my days, because the blood god was coming for me.”

Techno hates the fact that the plain exhaustion and underlying hurt makes his heart ache. “If you knew why’d you ask?”

“I wanted you to decide how this was going to go. I also wanted to know if you were going to lie or be outright, like you were.”

He stares at you for a moment, unblinking, trying to decipher your expression. After a while he realises you aren’t lying, just simply wanting whatever he does. He pushes down the shame and regret, blocking out his emotions for the time being.

“How are the voices doing?”

“They’re fine,” Techno mumbles, not giving it any second thought.

“How are they now?”

He thinks for a moment, noticing their momentary dullness from both the tea and the violence of the raging storm. “Quiet.”

You hum softly, wrapping your arms around yourself for a bit of warmth.

Techno places his mug on the coffee table and shuffled to the fireplace, making quick work of lighting a radiating fire. Before you can thank him, he left the room to presumably grab his coat to dry in front of the fire. But when the front door squeaks open and slams shut, a part of you can’t help but feel sad now that the man you loved so deeply had left you yet again.

You don’t have the energy to get up and follow him, so you curl into yourself more. Your eyes begin to droop, but not before a single tears rolls down your cheek. Sleep washes over you before you can stop it, and you know you will be out for a while.

Techno comes back, saturated, an arms full of newly chopped wood at his disposal. He sets it next to the fireplace when he sees you resting in an uncomfortable position, and moves to lift you onto the couch. After he gently lays you down, he finds a thick blanket and covers your body, effectively stopping your fragile body dying from hypothermia.

He leaves a note for you when you wake, which simply reads:

Dream thinks you’re dead. Let’s keep it that way.

I’ll be back.

Take care of yourself.

-T

[griffintail]

You can either take this as a request or just brainrot with me, whichever you want but: Thinking about Winged! Child! Reader whos like the youngest in SBI Family Au where whenever they see Dadza they rapidly flap their wings because they're really happy seeing him (mostly because of the bird qualities) and they also like chirp a lot. And then here's also just a small event i see happening: Reader is sitting on like a play mat playing with whatever and then there's Tommy just sitting on a couch not to far away. Philza comes from upstairs and asks for Tommy to bring reader to him because he's either about to go on a walk or smth with them (idk). Tommy walks over and picks up reader and starts walking towards Philza. As they're approaching him reader notices Dadza and just reacts like "Father! :D" and starts rapidly chirping, flapping their wings repeatedly, having their hands out reaching for him. As they're flapping their wings, the wings are just constantly slapping tommy in the face. Wilbur and Techno are just somewhere off to the side wheezing at Tommy getting slapped by reader unintentionally. AND to make it slightly more funny / wholesome, the siblings just have this game where like: "If dad asks you to bring y/n over, do it as quick as you can or else you get slapped by the child." If you do ever take this as a request, could you make it a oneshot where its just a day in the life of the family where they struggle getting through the day with reader constantly being happy seeing Dadza or whoever they like? - Bird Anon :> Remember to eat food, drink water, and sleep!

Just Another Day

Pairings: SBI x Reader

Warnings: None :D

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“Boys! Breakfast!” Phil called from downstairs.

Wilbur rubbed his eyes in annoyance before Phil shouted up once more.

“Oh! And someone grab (Y/N)!”

From across his room, he could hear Tommy practically falling out of his bed to scramble up so he didn’t have to get (Y/N). It was the rule between the three of them, whoever was last downstairs in the morning, had to get the small child. Wilbur huffed trying to get up quickly enough to at least beat Techno but as he stepped out of his room while putting his beanie on, Techno smirked from the stairs, Tommy long ago downstairs.

“Damn it,” Wilbur muttered.

“Be quick.” Techno chuckled as he went downstairs.

Wilbur sighed, before going into (Y/N)’s room where they were sleeping soundly in their crib.

“(Y/N),” Wilbur whispered gently as he carefully picked them up. “Time to wake up.”

(Y/N) chirped softly as they grabbed onto Wilbur’s shirt as he held them close to his chest while their wings gave a soft flutter. Wilbur chuckled softly at how adorable they were before going for the stairs.

“Come on songbird, breakfast.” He told them.

Slowly, (Y/N) woke up as Wilbur made it downstairs. It’s not that any of the boys didn’t like the small child, they were simply too adorable to dislike in the slightest. They just got a tad bit overexcited when…

“There you are kiddo.” Phil smiled at the winged child in Wilbur’s arms.

Quickly, Wilbur went to put them in their high chair as they chirped excitedly seeing Phil. He grinned in triumph as he managed to put them in their chair with only getting smacked in the arm by one of their wings. It was no secret (Y/N) loved their father.

Tommy was the first to find out the hard way how much (Y/N) loved Phil. Phil had been building (Y/N)’s room to finally have them move out of his room and was going to take a walk with (Y/N) for a quick break. He told Tommy to bring them to the front door as he quickly got changed. Tommy had picked them up from their blocks and waited by the front door until Phil came over. (Y/N) gave an excited chirp and all Tommy then saw was wings as they quickly flapped their wings against his face.

Techno and Wilbur had laughed their asses off at the time but had then since fallen victim to the same attack. Now it was always a fight to bring (Y/N) to Phil.

“Ok little crow. Calm down.” Phil chuckled gently running a hand over their head before handing out plates.

Though the reaction was very cute when they were alone in their chair, chirping as they tried to leave their seat to get to their father.

After breakfast, Phil took them on his own to spend some time with them. He played for a while but of course, he had to eventually work. So, Tommy sat on the floor with the small child as Phil worked in his office till (Y/N)’s nap time.

“Alright, I need to get a drink. Stay here.” Tommy told (Y/N) before going to the kitchen.

(Y/N) watched him before looking at their toys, making little noises as they did before they spotted one of Phil’s crows flying from the window and into the house. Making noises, their wings flapped as they tried to stand up. They managed on their feet but with their wings flapping, they quickly became unbalanced.

“Shit!” Tommy swore as he came back out and dove quickly catching (Y/N) as they fell over almost landing on their wings.

(Y/N) clapped their hands as Tommy groaned in slight pain from his quick save.

“Tommy, you better not be swearing around (Y/N),” Phil called from his office.

At the sound of Phil’s voice, (Y/N) once more flapped their wings and Tommy quietly swore as they hit him in the face.

“No, never Phil,” Tommy called back as he held (Y/N) from him as he sat up. “Alright, knock it off.”

Naptime came and eventually went as Phil was off to trade in a close-by village. (Y/N) woke up before he got home though and they whined in their crib. Tommy had gone to visit Tubbo and Wilbur had left to play a few new songs out in public, leaving Techno at home where he stayed to read. He sighed quietly hearing the small child and got up, going into (Y/N)’s room and carefully picking them up. Their wings flapped in annoyance, hitting Techno’s arms and chest, that Techno wasn’t Phil.

“Come on kid. Phil will be back in a little while.” Techno told them as he went downstairs, back into the living room where he had been reading.

(Y/N) wings still flapped and Techno hummed as he sat down.

“Now, I know you’re just trying to get a story out of me.” He said carefully balancing the child as he picked up his book. “Alright, here’s the story of Nemesis.”

He started to read the story and (Y/N) slowly started to relax before the flapping stopped and before long, the tiny winged folk was asleep once more in Techno’s arms. He nodded as he closed the book before laying back on the couch. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep as well, both siblings napping soundly.

When Phil came home, he came in as quietly as he could, going towards the kitchen to put down his trades but awed softly seeing pair asleep. Phil put down his things before trying to carefully pick (Y/N) up but the young child woke up and fluttered their wings happily as they saw Phil. The older man winced as their wings hit Techno’s face and the piglin hybrid grunted as Phil moved back with his child.

“Sorry, mate,” Phil said.

“Eh, it was time to get up anyway.” Techno rubbed his eyes.

“I’m very glad you’re always happy to see me little crow, but we do need to practice your control over your wings,” Phil told them as he went to have them sit in their playpen.

“That’d be nice I think for all of us,” Techno commented and Phil chuckled softly.

It was just another day in the Minecraft household.

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General Taglist: @devilchicc @technoblades-sword

[justakiro]

'O-OLD UNIFORM?' |TWISTED WONDERLAND|

Summary, you are a demon slayer that got transported here making a harem only for you, you wore a black buttoned shirt and some black pants/skirt, that was until you're uniform got ripped and needed to be fixed by Crewel so you decided to wear the old extra uniform exposing your chest.

°!READER IS GN!

Mistakes pointed out will be appreciated

The ones who will notice it immediately and blush trying not to be perverted

Riddle,Leona,Trey,Deuce,Ace,Cater,Jack,Azul,Jamil,Jade,Sebek,Epel,Kalim

The ones who didn't care but will glare at anyone staring at you

Leona,Sebek,Jamil,Floyd,

The ones who will tease you about it

Lilia,Ruggie,Leona,Cater, Floyd,Jade,Rook,Kalim (Unknowingly)

The ones who tried to cover you up

Kalim,Riddle,Silver,Lilia, Malleus,Trey, Deuce,Jack,Ruggie,Leona, Azul, Floyd,Jade,Jamil,Vil,Rook,Epel,Idia

The ones who took a picture

Cater,Idia,Ace

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Akiro

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XIAO/CIAO(灬º‿º灬)♡

[voidgonemissing]

a gentle rainy day

➵ sbi & child!reader

➵ cw: mentions of flicking people off

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"tommy be careful!" philza shouted as he stood on the porch, watching his son run around in the pouring ran.

"i'm always- ah!" tommy had slipped on wet grass, landing in a heap of mud and getting it all over his clothes. a soft course of laughter came from not only philza, but wilbur as well, as the two saw the little boy now dancing around in the mud.

"i just gave him a bath yesterday, too," phil added with a laugh as he shook his head.

"papa!" a soft voice was heard from the door frame. phil looking down to see where the voice had come from, he saw his youngest, y/n.

with a smile, he crouched down to the the small h/c haired child. "what is it, sweetheart?"

"ponytail?" y/n asked with a big grin, staring expectantly up at him while they awaited his answer.

"do you want one?" y/n furiously nodded their head, phil pulling the hair tye he had around his wrist off and handing it to them. "here you go."

y/n's smile grew bigger as they wrapped their little arms around phil's legs, saying thank you and then running back into the house. "what do you think y/n needed that for?" wilbur asked his father, his attention still focused on tommy, making sure the blonde wasn't going to be hurt.

"i have no clue," phil answered his son honestly as he sat down beside him. "but techno is in the house so i don't think that they'll get into any trouble." wilbur gave a soft hum at his father's statement, silently agreeing with him.

Though neither of them fully knew what y/n was doing, they were correct. y/n wasn't going to get into any trouble as they now stood behind the tall pink haired male, beganning to weave his long hair into a braid. a gentle smile was on techno's face despite all of the yelling coming from the voices, telling him to get away from the thing. yet, he ignored them and sat there waiting patiently for the smaller being to be finished.

"almost," y/n said as they focused all of their attention onto the rest of the braid, wrapping the pony around the hairs at the end. "all done!"

techno almost stood up from his spot on the ground before he saw the child quickly appear infront of him, putting a hand on his left shoulder as a sign for him to stay sitting. obeying the child's request, once again against the voices wishes, he stay sitted upon the wooden floor.

y/n dipped down to grab the crown that sat beside the man, soon standing on their tippy toes to place it on top of his head, "pretty prince."

techno sat shocked, the voices silent for just a split second before they immediately started chanting about how he now needed to protect the small, mortal being the stood before him. though this was soon interrupted as tommy came running into the room, wilbur and philza soon following after.

while philza went to bring tommy to tak a bath, wilbur raised his eyebrows, staring intently at technoblade before a teasing grin crossed his face. "did technoblade, a man of violence and blood, mr. violence being the only universal language, go all soft on us?"

sending the curly haired teen a glare, techno picked the child up in his arms before standing up, walking into the kitchen to grab a snack for y/n. "shut it."

"shut it," wilbur mocked, earning another heavy glare from the hybrid. chuckling as wilbur went to his room, techno flicked him off, making sure it was out of the child's view as wilbur did the same.

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[ze-maki-nin]

I have no idea what this is but I love it-

Song inspo: Runaway by AURORA

“If I was running far away would I run off the world one day?” You asked Phil, swinging your legs back and forth as they hung over the side of the cabin's porch.

“Nobody knows” Phils answered calmly, a soft smile on his face as he glanced over to the child.

“Nobody knows?” You repeated, tilting your head in confusion as you watched the winged man stand up in front of you. “Well I was dancing in the rain, I felt alive and I can't complain!”

Taking Phils hand, you flew off of the porch as he pulled you towards him, making you fly in the air for a moment before your bare feet hit the dirt ground, a large happy smile never leaving your face.

“But now take me home” The smile on your face softened as you leaned into your father figure, head leaned against his chest with eyes closed.

“Take you home?” Phil repeated, wrapping his arms around you in a hug as he looked at the top of your head with confused filled eyes.

Nodding your head, you continued, looking up at the elytrian with a soft look. “Take me home where I belong, cause I can't take this anymore”

“You can't take this anymore?” Eyes filled with worry and concern, Phil held onto you tight as the surroundings began to glow, along with you.

“I had a dream I was seven and climbing my way in a tree!” You said, gripping onto Technos hand as you dragged him through the forest, his eyes filled with confusion. “I saw a piece of heaven waiting for me!”

Techno looked at you, confusion filling his eyes. “Waiting for you?” He questioned, not letting go of your hand as you stopped walking.

“Waiting for me!” You confirmed, nodding your head with a bright smile on your face as you stood in front of him. “And if I was running far away would I run off the world someday?”

Remembering what Phil had told him, he mumbled his response. “Nobody knows” Shaking his head, Techno stared into your eyes once more.

“Nobody knows?” You questioned, happiness and excitement filling your eyes as you did so, making you grip the pink-haired males hand in both of yours.

“Well I was dancing in the rain and I felt alive so I can't complain!” Your smile softened as you continued, your grip loosening a bit on his large hand. “But take me home” Leaning into his chest, you dropped his hand completely and gripped onto the front of his button-up.

Confusion filling his eyes once more, Techo hesitantly wrapped his arms around your small form, not wanting to accidentally hurt you. “Take you home?” A frown appeared on his face as you nodded into his chest, lifting your head slightly to look him in the eyes one last time.

“Take me home where I belong” Wrapping your small, 10 year old arms around his waist the best you can, you sent a calming smile to him. “I can't take this anymore”

Eyebrows furrowed, Techno pulled you closer to him, holding you protectively as the surroundings started to glow a bright white. “You can't take this anymore?” Looking down at you he began to overthink as he saw you start to glow, making him pull you closer.

[petrichor-reminiscence]

coming out headcanons with c!Technoblade

Warnings: cursing

Pairing: c!Technoblade x ftm!Reader

request from @pxytn-png! lovely idea btw, and also thank you for being the reason i fixed my anon issue lmao thanks for bringing that to my attention mate :) ty for the ask!

quick disclaimer before we start here: i am not trans ftm, so i cannot speak for the community and i hope i am not poorly representing all of you bois! y’all are literally so fucking valid tho like the MOST valid i sWEAR dudes, deadass. if there’s something i need to educate myself on, my inbox and dms are ALWAYS open, so please feel free to interact!

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- when you came up to him one day in a cold sweat with uneven breaths, Techno immediately knew something was up. he immediately asked you what was wrong, ready to go murder whoever he had to for you, and the voices were going CRAZY with their theories and stress and worry for you

- you told him you had something to tell him, and he internally freaked out because the dumbass thought you were going to leave him or something or say you didn’t love him anymore

- blame the voices tho! they stress him out and make him overthink everything more than he already would! 

- once you came out in your way of choice, he was so relieved that you didn’t come to tell him you hated him

- and he was also so flattered and felt so loved that you felt secure enough to be more of your true self around him! the voices were flattered and happy too!

- “so, you’re a man, huh?” “yeah...” he looked at you for a moment before grinning widely, pulling you into the PHATTEST fuckin hug. “trust me, he/him just suits you better, it’s more you.” 

- the voices most certainly agree! after all, it was the true you, it was what made you feel more comfortable in your own skin.

- as he started working on your pronoun change, the voices helped out quite a lot. if he even so much as got close to even thinking the slip-up of the wrong pronouns, the voices were fuckin ON IT man. he learned pretty quickly, wanted to make you the most comfortable he could!

- every time he said ‘he’ or ‘him’ in reference to you, he couldn’t help but smile. it just reminded him that you felt secure enough to be your true self around him and that you trusted him enough to come out to him

- although he had to admit, it did lead to a little bit of confusion

- “so, that makes me... gay? or wait... well either way, i know i’m attracted to dudes obviously...”

- “do i tell Philza that i’m gay now or do i wait until Y/n decides to open up to him about himself?”

- lowkey steals clothing from other guys around the smp so you can dress more masculine if you want to. he’d offer up some of his own clothes, but he is like a seven-foot-tall fuckin piglin hybrid, massive boi, so he wasn’t sure how well his clothes would fit you

- unless you yourself are a massive boi as well, in that case he’s fine with sharing some clothes! i mean, he’d be fine with sharing either way, but like he was a firm believer in wearing clothes that fit properly so one wouldn’t have even the slightest limitation in mobility for battle 

- but if he got the opportunity to see one of his large shirts draped on his boyfriend, he might just have a heart attack

- would also have a heart attack seeing his boyfriend fitting into his shirt well and just like b r o 

- deadass would die on the spot either way, he loves you so much bro like oasijgadsoigj 

- blood god is soft for his boyfriend! so soft!

- would never admit it out loud, but the voices know and never let him forget how much of a sap he is for you 

- would help you try various things to cope with any dysphoria you might be having, like deadass mans would go to hell and back to get you anything that would make you more comfortable in your own skin. anything safe for you, that is, he wanted to make sure you weren’t hurting yourself

- s i m p, he’s a simp your honour, s to the i to the m to the p 

- overall, having you come out to him and having a boyfriend now took a little bit of getting used to but it was an amazing change (the word ‘change’ used lightly, because it wasn’t even much of a change at all. just a pronoun change bro, you’ve always been a man, the only change was that you felt secure enough with techno to tell him ^^)

- not only were you more yourself, but he got to know you that much more, and when you’re your true self around him is when he just falls in love with you more and more each day <3