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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)]

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

[L0v3, k1ng]

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[ze-maki-nin]

Ooo First of all congrats on 400 second I'm so so proud of you and third

May i get a small drabble for C!Techno? It's a band au were the reader is Techs partner and they help him get ready for a battle of the bands basically, and before he leaves they give him a guitar that they were making for him with a bunch of different signatures, after the band Tech is in wins he thanks the reader.

Just some really adorable fluff, i hope this isn't too much

Pairing: C!Techno x Gn!Reader [Band Au]

A/n: Yes yes ofc <3

Event

"You got this Techno!" You said, bouncing in your spot in front of the lead guitarist of "The SBI" band, making a chuckle escape him.

"Ya Ya" He said, waving you off as a blush rose to his cheeks from your cheering. "I always win" Giggling at his confidence, you began to rock back and forth on your heels, hands behind your back.

"Right!" You stated, snapping your fingers as you turned around and rushed towards the large guitar case. "I have something for you! Like a good luck charm of sorts" Running back over to the taller male, you held out the guitar case to him, a smile on your face.

Taking it from you carefully, Techno opened it with a curious gaze. As he saw the custom made guitar with multiple signatures from his favorite guitarist and family, his eyes widened in surprise.

"You. . .You made this?" The pink haired male asked, looking up from the case to see you nod shyly, making a small, genuine small find its way onto his face. "Thank you" Pulling you into a hug, Techno buried his head into your shoulder, bending his back as he did so.

You smiled, hugging back by wrapping your arms around his midsection and setting your head on his shoulder as you smiled. "Your welcome"

[angelscherryblossoms]

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You were casually walking down the streets of L'manburg one dark night when you felt a strong hand grasp your arm. Within moments, you had been dragged into an alleyway by the Siren himself, and he held a knife to your neck. Dream, the #1 hero, stood by, wanting to rescue you but also not wanting for you to get hurt. "Siren, let the girl go." Dream commanded.

"Hmm... no."

You didn't know what to do. So you interrupt their conversation with a yell. "distraction tactic!" Then you kiss Siren. It wasn't a rough kiss but it also wasn't a peck. It was a light kiss and when you pulled away Siren and Dream were both in shock that neither of them went to stop you as you moonwalked out of the alley way and back into the streets of L'Manburg. "...." "...." Silence... "WHAT THE FUC-" Siren shouted *later* Wilbur went home. When he opened the door his dad, Philza, was in the kitchen making tea as his twin brother, Techno, and his younger brother, Tommy, were watching some thing on tv in the living room. Wilbur was still in shock and just slumped onto the couch. His family stared at him "um.. mate are you ok?" Philza asked. All three of his family members now standing in the living room, looking at him. "is it normal for a hostage to kiss you?" Wilbur asked, looking at them Lots of questions were asked that night

[unhonest-iago]

Silk Touch

Gn reader

Imagine finding Techno’s cape while doing the laundry and you notice the white fur borders are caked with blood. ‘How did you get this so dirty?’ Techno paused, looking up, blushing as he knew exactly what you were referring to. ‘Uh, I might use it as a scabbard sometimes.’ Remembering the voices compelling him to wipe the blood of their slaughter, what better way to keep the memory fresh. A little memento so the voices dim in volume. ‘Should I replace it?’ It wasn’t just the blood, it was also the areas patched with woolen material. The edges fraying and the color fading. ‘You think? I’ll see if Philza can accompany me to the market. Bird brain will probably need something anyways.’

‘He did what with his cape?’ Philza exclaimed, wishing he could say he wasn’t surprised yet here he was. His friends always having a way to one up their prior shenanigans. ‘He wiped coochie slayer—don’t look at me like that, Techno’s the one who named it that—on it. So, do you want to go with me or not?’ The half-avian grabbing his namesake bucket hat before locking up shop. ‘Yea, need to stock up on birdseed anyway, I ran out yesterday.’ Y/n giving Phil an odd look this time.

During their leave, all the voices could talk about was y/n. ‘Where have they gone? What if they can’t protect themselves? What if they get hurt?’ Reminding himself that they were with Phil and that he trusted the avian with his life. That y/n was capable, having gone out of his way to teach them self defense, and that they weren’t a mere damsel. Techno decided to farm some potatoes to distract from it all, relying on pure muscle memory. ‘Are you okay Pinkie Pie? Didn’t know I’d be missed that much.’ Dropping the bag so they could receive the full extent of his bear hug. Bird brain smiling to himself, simply realizing how smitten his standoffish friend was. ‘Shut up…but yes.’ A reluctant admittance.

‘I tried matching the color but no one had the exact shade. Or if they did, it wasn’t the correct size.’ Adding on a golden clasp, they handed it off to the piglin. The voices once more a whisper, all feeling the familiar weight on his broad shoulders. Enough train to flow behind him as he marched. ‘Promise me you won’t use this one to wipe off your blade.’

‘I promise.’ Techno kissed the crown of y/n’s head in thanks.

[pan-ic-at-the-homehome]

Hello! I want to say that your works are amazing! I love the little details you include into the stories and how you make the original request even better then it was! I'm also here to request, if you dont mind! Can I request a male reader with vitiligo in his skin and hair with Philza, Techno & Tommy? It's a disease that creates bloches of your skin to lose pigment and color to appear lighter then your original skin color! Or hair color too in this case. You are welcome to ignore/delete this I'd you happen to be busy, and one last kudos to your work before I end up typing more then needed lol.

Thank you so much for the kind words and thank you even more for the patience. This isn't as long as i'd like it to be but I'm still getting back into the groove of writing, I hope you like it :}

Philza and Techno x Male Reader with Vitiligo (No pronouns mentioned)

Philza

-I feel like anything that makes you 'different' from the average person is the stuff he likes the most -If you're willing to see past the things that he hates about himself and call him pretty he's just at willing, maybe even more willing, to praise your differences -If anyone says otherwise he can and will beat them.

-The fact that you are two guys makes him even more defensive and protective of you

-He loves clothes that show off a bit of skin -Not hornie, he just likes being able to see the gorgeous markings on your skin if you're comfortable wearing that kind of clothes

-There's probably been times where he mistakes parts of the pattern on your skin as scars when taking just a quick glance at you. -He's seen the people in the DreamSMP and how their scars can look, he's scared that one day the same might happen to you.

-He has children, he probably knows how to do hair and uses that to appreciate your hair if it's not very easy to see the blotches of different color -If you want to dye your hair he'll be a little sad -But he'll make sure you know that your natural hair is nice, but if you're happy expressing yourself he's happy

-Makes sure you almost never feel insecure about your vitiligo -He will always be right there to comfort you if comments from other people or the voices in your hair become too much -So many compliments and praises about how handsome you are and how strong you are for being able to power through

-He loves the days where he can just lay in bed with you and just get a good, long, look at you -It doesn't matter how many times he's done it, he will always be infatuated with how gorgeous you are.

-If you're having trouble sleeping he is willing to stay awake until you fall asleep and softly trace the shapes across your body -He already doesn't usually fall asleep before you, no harm in helping your sleep in the process -And when the two of you wake up he kisses any/all spots of different color on your face

-Good vibes all around

Techno

-He could care less that you have vitiligo -It's not life threatening or contagious so he doesn't really mind it -But once you two get closer, ohoho, he just find everything about you amazing -Especially your cool skin and hair -But he will never admit this stuff

-You get to gently caress his skin when looking for and taking care of any injuries, it's only fair he gets to do the same -It's def just an excuse to get a closer look and all the little details on your skin. Vitiligo or not, he loves it.

-He refuses to spar with you in fear of bruising or hurting you -No matter how much you try to convince him that it's fine he will never try to spar you upon his own will -If he ever does hurt you he refuses to forgive himself for it and tries his best to make sure you don't get any permanent marks

-Unless it's his family he will severely harm anyone who dares to speak bad about you -If it is his family he'll give them a very stern talking to with axe in hand -But usually if this person treats you like you're below them, he will make sure they know that the two of you are high above them

-He doesn't like pda, but if he's feeling extra good or extra protective he will lace a hand with yours -He'll give you the suggestion of playing with his rings and only then will he continue with his plot to trace the shapes on your hand

-"Accidentally" stays up too late just to be able to look at you -He is just infatuated with you, every tiny thing makes him fall more and more in love

-It just gets cuter and cuter the closer you two get

[brightert0mb]

What Does it Mean to be Family?

Canon to Allay Storyline

Warning(s): Manipulation, Mild Angst, Mentions of Past/Attempted Character Death, Feeling Underserving of Happiness, Thoughts of Arson, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied Past Abandonment

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It had been almost a week since the Red Banquet. You had gone to the farthest edge of the SMP. You no longer heard the Egg and only now did you realize how much angrier it made you, how much more it made you hate your friends.

Maybe that was why, deep down, you didn't want Bad to find you. You had built a little cottage by a river. A small garden with carrots, potatoes, and beetroot. You even had a chicken and a cow. It felt nice, in a distant way. Like you didn't feel you deserved a nice quiet life.

You had helped kill Foolish. You almost killed Niki. Why were you allowed this? A quite, happy farm life while you traumatized everyone else. More than once you thought of burning your cottage down, maybe even going with it yourself. But you never had the will. Maybe you just didn't want to. Didn't stop you from staying up at night though.

Either way, you had a nice quiet life going for you. You eventually got into a groove you followed every day. Occasionally you would change things up. Make a cobblestone path, plant some flowers under your windows, go hunting instead of fishing, just depended on how you felt.

One day, you were in your garden, gathering your day's crops, when you heard a soft bark. You hopped the fence only to be greeted by a wolf exiting the treeline. You knelt down, offering some cooked pork from last night. The wolf trotted over taking the meat and leaning into your hand when you went to scratch his head, only for you to notice a collar on the wolf’s neck.

You heard a rustle and snap causing you to jolt up, greeted by the sight of Techno, looking quite uncertain. You stared at each other for a good minute, him taking note of your basket of vegetables, while you noticed the loaded crossbow.

“Come to hunt me down, I see.” You finally said the gentle wind tousling your hair and shifting the leaves in the trees. “Come to bring you home.” He said matter-of-factly as he put away the crossbow. “The crossbow was in case there was trouble-” “In case I attacked you, you mean-” “Y/N.” “Techno.”

Another staredown ensued, this much more heated. You broke first, closing your eyes and sighing before walking to your cottage. You heard Techno and his wolf follow.

When you entered, Techno took a place on the couch while the wolf lay at his feet. You entered the seating room, throwing him a small bundle of golden carrots, which he caught with ease while you dropped the wolf some more pork chops.

You sat sipping on some leftover Beetroot and Mushroom soup you made this morning. You didn't look at him, let alone talk, but you felt his eyes boring into your head the longer you kept your eyes closed.

“What?” You lowered your bowl to your lap. “Come home Y/N.” He said meaningfully, leaning towards you. “So everyone can hate me and call me a murderer? No thanks.” “They won't do that. Everyone misses you.” “They miss their errand girl.” “Bad’s still looking for you.” “Misses a minion, I'm sure.” “You don't mean that.” “How would you know?” “Because I know you Y/N.” He said, standing.

You took a breath in your nose before letting it out with a slight hiss. “Just leave.” You stood, set on taking your bowl back to clean it. You were stopped by Techno grabbing your wrist, which with your smaller size and him being a Brute, was more akin to him grabbing everything from your wrist to your elbow.

“Come home Y/N. You miss us just as much as we miss you.” It was true. You thought about them almost every day. You wanted to apologize to Niki, have tea with Phil, go mining Ranboo, have meaningful talks with Techno, but you couldn't. You severed those bridges when you sided with the Eggpire, who probably hated you too for not coming back or making it easier to find you.

“How would you know what I feel?” You growled, trying to pull your arm away. “Because I know you!” He was starting to get upset at your avoidance, holding your arm with a bit more force, just enough to keep you where you were. “How would you know me?! I left you!” You were starting to hold back tears, your voice cracking slightly as you pulled harder to get away.

“Because you're family, Y/N! And you'll always be family!” You finally looked at him, tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill over. “Family doesn't abandon each other! Family doesn't hold each other hostage! Family doesn't try to kill each other! Family doesn't use and desert each other! I'm not family to anyone Techno! So just leave like everyone else did!”

Techno pulled you, the jolt making you drop the mostly empty bowl to the Birchwood floor while Techno hugged you close.

“Family helps each other. Family is messy and makes mistakes. I'm sorry I didn't notice your feelings sooner Y/N, but you are family. You're family to Phil and Ranboo. Niki too, even if she feels hurt. Bad and Ant call you family too.” He lets you pull back a bit, lifting your face to look at him through your tears.

“And your family to me too, Kid. You'll always be family to us, even if you mess up and join a government.” You wanted to laugh but instead, you choke out a sob, jumping into another hug which he returned, if somewhat stiffly.

Once you stopped bawling your eyes out, you talked for a bit. About what had changed, what was happening, how things had been, what happened to the Egg. You were immensely thankful that it had been sealed up again. You apologized more times than either of you could count. By the time you both were done talking, the sun was starting to set.

When Techno said it was time to go home, you hesitated. You wanted to go, XD you missed everyone. You missed running errands and fetching things for people. But you were scared. Even if people missed you and you missed them, you couldn't go back. Not yet.

Techno agreed reluctantly, giving you your old communicator back. Before he left you told him to come around sometime later on with Phil, Ranboo, and Niki. He agreed and then he was off.

You went back inside, having no appetite for dinner, you went straight to bed. For once, you didn't think about how the Egg would whisper in your ear, or the thousands of questions you had about everyone else. No, for once, you managed to think about all the things you'll finally get to say to everyone. For once, you felt like you actually got sleep.

For once, you felt like today would be a good day.

[wimbledonsoot]

[the fall] - I'M LIKE A RACOON IN A GARAGE (ep. 4)

the plot begins to thicken as you enter the masquerade held by Mr. Jacobs in disguise and try to discover exactly what you need to know to incriminate him. as you attempt to interrogate him however, you see something that makes solving this near-impossible case even more difficult.

trigger warnings for this chapter: canon typical violence, karlnap making out + hints at Karlnapity as a whole canon thingamabob, alchohol drinking, being drunk, mentions of throwing up, implication of sexual thoughts, innuendo, suggestive comments, wolf-whistling

words: 2.4k

You would like to dig yourself a hole and die in it at this point, but instead you've got to pretend to be civil and kind to someone you think is maybe friends with a serial killer.

Which is honestly just not a good situation for you.

Initially, you'd planned to infiltrate Mr. Jacobs' house and then threaten him, but luckily enough, it seemed the man was having a party.

A large one, involving masks.

Which, of course, you were all excellently equipped for, save for your lack of any and all respectable (read: clean) clothing.

Which meant you need to commit some low-level crime (read: breaking and entering, theft, and assault. Just your average everyday shit).

Sneaking in through the window is simple, and the route to the bathrooms is easy enough, because here it is relatively empty. Mr. Jacobs has a large house (and likely a larger stack of money to go with it) and thus you're pretty much invisible. Luckily enough, however, you manage to stumble upon a group of people, and because they're spoiled ass rich ones, they're entirely too easy to knock out.

And then to drag to the bathroom.

You strip them down to their socks and underwear and then observe the clothing colection.

And curse god some more.

Because somehow, you managed to bag the most eclectic, individualistic, batshit crazy dressed people at this entire party, because the amount of furs and shit makes you want to run away and dive into the sea and then just like. drown.

Oh look. Fish scales.

You inhale deeply and bonk your head against the wall, groaning out.

"I'm not fucking wearing fish scales!" You protest.

"I'll wear the scales," Philza says.

Apollon winces, "I'll do the uh... bird costume," he spreads his wings, "these'll fit I think."

Phantom willingly goes for the whole-ass gold suit and stalks into a bathroom, while Dream eyes the lime green suit in distrust before picking it up and discovering the matching shoes, which are (hopefully) fake snakeskin cowboy boots. You can't help but laugh at him, and he sourly points at what they've left you with.

God must hate you.

Because sitting on the ground are two outfits, matching. One has a deadass cape hanging off of it, and the other's a suit with a neckline so daringly wide open that you really can't say you're fully dressed when wearing it.

And oh, lo and behold, they're both red as blood. Kind of fitting, at least in relation to your company.

"I'll do the cape," you say, hurriedly picking it up, "Sorry."

"I'll uh... figure out something with the buttons," The Blood God replies.

You shrug, a smirk on your lips, "Don't. It'll suit you I think." It slips out, you swear it does, but you'd be lying if you said that him blushing underneath his mask doesn't make your smirk grow wider. Seriously? What's wrong with you?

You silently go into the bathroom, but not before you hear Phantom snickering, "Smooth bestie."

Did he just say bestie?

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Techno is seriously considering his life decisions as well, because the shirt is virtually buttonless and open to such an extent that it's ridiculous.

The buttons are open to as far as his navel (what was up with the guy who was originally wearing this - it's ridiculous?) but even when he does them all up, it still exposes most of his upper pectorals. It mostly lies in the cut, and it's still smaller even when he's shifted back into his human form.

Because there was no way in hell those pants would have been long enough for him.

Now, they fit well enough, albeit a bit loosely, and he'll admit that the outfit does look rather good on him. It's still a tad too revealing, but with the remaining buttons closed, he can live with it.

He still wishes he didn't have to do this in the first place.

Techno isn't super great in social settings. If he's being honest, he never has been, and that's why he's largely avoided undercover missions like this his entire time as a vigilante.

But now, he's got to go into the lion's den.

Fuck.

Plus, the fact that not only you're present, but he just goddamn called you darling and there's that whole cup of tea to deal with? It scares the living daylights out of him, if he's being honest, and it's not without reason that he's pretty determined to avoid you this evening.

He just hopes he can.

Because Phil knows that Techno uh... likes you, and Techno knows that Phil has this strange obsession with matchmaking that did, admittedly, end up with Wilbur dating his high school girlfriend Sally for three years now. So yeah, maybe it works, but Techno has shit to deal with, and he swears that if Phil tries to matchmake he will commit arson.

He can't exactly guess what happens next.

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When you finally manage to make your way into the cape-adorned outfit and fix up your appearance appropriately, everyone else is already finished.

"That took you a while," says Phantom.

"Fuck you. Now, what's the plan?"

"Straight to the point, as per usual," Dream mutters, before continuing: "We need to infiltrate the the masquerade and find Mr. Jacobs. That means that splitting into groups is really our only option. Me and Phantom will take the top floor, and the rooms up there, Philza and Apollon, you'll take middle floor, and that leaves The Blood God and you, Y/N, to take the bottom floor and with it the ballroom."

Fuck you Dream, is the first thing you think, because why the hell has he decided to play matchmaker? He knows that for the ballroom you'll have to dance, because well, it's a ball, and he was 100% listening in on the conversation.

Prick.

But is there anything you can do? Nope.

Or, at least you think so. The Blood God has other things to say.

"Nope. I'm going with Phantom. You can go with Y/N," he demands, his voice sharp. You glance at him, planning to let him have a piece of your mind, but you stop in your tracks as soon as you see him.

Okay then. You were right about the suit looking good on him.

He's changed to his 'human form', and for a moment you think that the way his jaw curves, sharp and rather attractive, is familiar. But then the thought flits away as you spot the clothes.

Those pants look really good. And that shirt. And the colour matches his pink hair, tied into a ponytail, really well.

Damn.

"Yes?" The very Blood God interrupts your thoughts, and you clamp your mouth shut, blushing, as you quickly look away.

"Nothing."

You spot Dream rolling his eyes and prepare to flash him the finger, but before you can do so, The Blood God sighs and says: "Fine, I'll go with Y/N."

"You don't have to act so unhappy about it," you mutter, crossing your arms. He raises an eyebrow.

"Well with the charming company..."

"Fuck you."

The Blood God smirks, actually smirks as he turns away, stepping towards the door, "I do believe it's time we leave."

Dream grins and Apollon, never one to be outdone, actually wolf-whistles as you reluctantly grip your future dance-partner's hand.

You're about *this* close to saying fuck it and beating them both up, but naturally your inner instincts tell you not to, so you don't (plus, it's not as though you're entirely... reluctant to be dancing with The Blood God).

"Let's do this then, Blood God."

He laughs - actually laughs, "I'm already shaking with anticipation."

How is he so charming?!

---

"You're really sure about this? We're in public... it'd be so easy for us to get-"

Karl clamps a hand over Sapnap's mouth as he speaks, smirking slightly as he glances down, and trails the hand down as soon as he's sure his fiancee will stop.

His fiancee. God.

"Caught? Sapnap, darling, we're engaged now. It's not... it's not bad if we're caught, you know that right?" He doesn't wait for answer, instead hovering his lips over Sapnap's and smiling.

He nods.

---

In between loving kisses, Karl speaks, and it's near impossible for Sapnap's heart not to ache. Karl doesn't remember Quackity. Quackity forced him to forget. Quackity left us.

It's the first time they've been together since it happened. The first time. And Sapnap's heart aches. It aches so badly that he's sure that it'll break. And of course he should be happy; he has to be, he's with his loving fiancee (the one who has no clue about his other true love) and he should be happy.

Instead he's remembering the past and he's crying salty tears into the mess of kisses and scrambling hands.

Fuck.

It was a month ago, when Quackity did fuck-knows-what and suddenly Karl didn't remember him, and then suddenly their perfect relationship was fucked, down the drain.

No more soft touches.

No more cramped film nights on the couch.

No more peaceful, near domestic life.

Karl's finger brushes against the side of his eye, wiping away the tears. Are you okay?

No. He's not. He can't say that though.

"Got something in my eye, Karl," Sapnap pushes him away, "It's nothing bad. Don't... don't worry."

Karl stares at him in worry, but when his gaze flickers up his eyes harden. "Well, Sap. Guess you were right about getting caught."

---

Five minutes earlier, you're honestly having the time of your life.

Whoever this Mr Jacobs guy is, he throws good parties, and you're sure that you've never been served this many flutes of champagne consecutively. The Blood God's already admonished you a few times too many for you to count, but at this point you're just past tipsy and your inhibitions are flowing away like dust on the wind.

Pretty.

Someone's blowing bubbles and you frown as they fly past you, one of them bumping against your nose. You giggle, smiling as the man responsible walks up and smirks. He's dressed strangely; reminiscent of a video game character, but he's not unattractive. And he's got funny powers.

"Hi!" You say, smiling.

He grins, leaning against a counter and acting quite suave, if you're being honest.

"Hi, I'm Connor, and you?"

You blink once or twice, "The Connor? Like ConnorEatsPants? The world famous superhero? The fuck are you doing in L'Manberg?"

"Mr Jacobs is a friend of mine. Why are you here though, especially without a partner? Unless you have one, and they're just off getting you drinks - I'll back off if that's the case."

"I-" wait, speaking of your partner... where is he? And... why is your target dragging someone off to a room somewhere?! "I've got to go. Pleasure meeting you, Connor."

You hurry off, trying to find The Blood God and struggling to keep an eye on your target.

You do end up finding him. Even though it's via you practically crashing into him while he's effectively flirting. Wonderful.

"Fuck!" You shriek as you crash into him, and the woman he's talking to is the one who catches you as he falls (which is embarrassing, because he's pretty, and she's pretty, and you're clumsy as fuck when you're drunk tipsy).

"Thanks," you tap her arm and then focus on the Blood God, "Target's right there, partner. Like literally walking away.

He glances at you, his gaze cold, and you raise an eyebrow, "I thought you were better at this than I was?" He doesn't react, so you sigh loudly, gently remove yourself from the pretty woman's grip and say: "Well, if you're too busy flirting with a woman just as incredibly attractive as yourself - that is in no way shape or form irony - then it seems I must find the culprit myself."

With that you stumble away, seemingly leaving him alone.

You're jealous.

Oof.

Not only are you jealous, you're drunk, which means that focusing exclusively on following your target plus his increasingly willing accompaniment is rather difficult while also focusing on being able to walk properly. It's a curse, being a lightweight. Makes you oh-so-fun at parties.

Eventually, you do develop a sort of rhythm, and as you pick some of the canapés and snacks up along your way, you start to sober up. Which is useful.

Because in your hunt it seems you've entered the bedrooms.

Oof, guess you're getting free porn?

Before you can continue along the hallway in search of your targets, someone grabs your shoulder and tugs you back, spinning you around while gripping your other shoulder so that you're facing you assaulter.

The assaulter going by the name of none other than The Blood God.

---

"Let go of me," you say, but your voice is low and your posture is tense.

Techno grips your shoulders tighter.

Your face is flushed and read, you're barely standing, and the exposed skin of your shoulder he's gripping is clammy and cold. In short: you're drunk.

How. Did. You. Manage. To. Get. Drunk?!

He frowns, thinking of what he can do. You're right about the targets being right around the corner; he saw them entering the bedroom just about a minute ago (he can guess pretty well what they're doing but hey, it's always fun to crash parties). That doesn't mean he can just drag you along though. He doesn't know what mental state you're in, but it doesn't paint a pretty picture if the main member of this interrogative crew is nearly blackout drunk (not that you're at that point yet, but he's reasonably sure you're going to start throwing up soon).

When he tries to ask the voices for help, all they can comment on is how good your bare skin feels under his fingertips (and a whole other train of depraved thoughts that he chooses to ignore out of plain self respect).

Eventually, he decides that he's going to have to take you with him, simply because you'll demand him. After getting you some water, you knock on the door of the room in which your target is an open it.

And find none other than one of your best friends staring right back at you.

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in honour of 50 followers, i wanted to write this! I will admit that it is a rewrite of one of my other fics immerensis, but I’m still hyped to write it!! love love loveee the concept and plot for this!! hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I love writing it <33

summary;

like I said, a rewrite of my other fic Immerensis - but with things changed. reader isn’t the most sane & stable person, so that’s why they live alone. but it was such a beautiful day, right? how could anyone resist going out in the shining sun...

Kind of follows the events of the Dream SMP, but with altercations  second persons POV (you/your/yours)

warnings/tags;

descriptions of violence, injury, death, swearing

will be mainly angsty but will still have fluff -- no smut!!

no use of y/n

status; 

started // 3/10/22

last updated // 27/10/22

finished //

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[itsjustnobody0]

Chapter 4.

Hi guys and welcome back! I hope your enjoying this story so far!! Already on chapter 4! God it’s been rlly quick since I posted the first chapter. Speaking of the first chapter here’s the link to it in case you haven’t read it:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

TW for chapter 4-

stealing

Swearing

Self doubt

Hights

Climbing

Sleeping

Screaming

Nightmares

Food

Locking yourself in a small room

Starving

Death

Hugging

It is literally just the word being mentioned but I’m giving the warning in case it is like really triggering for some people. Enjoy the chapter. Ciao bitches.

We got back home and I had a wardrobe full of new clothes and paint. I also had some got some fake plants and other things to add to my room. I wasn’t going to use much of it. I liked the plants and decided to name the fern Roderick (If you know I love you). I had stolen some spray paints without anyone noticing, I had walked out at the exact time as someone else to make it look like they had stole something when the alarm went of. I had done things like that before but I don’t normally steal from actual shops. I didn’t bother painting the white walls I just got my spray paint and started spraying it on the walls. Once I had done I had a massive green dragon in the wall and other doodles on the other, I was very proud of it. I had been spray painting since I was very young and I had a black mask with a bit of spray paint on it, I had wore it while painting as I didn’t want to inhale the fumes. I sat on the bed I had and chilled, I had hidden my spray paints so I couldn’t get them taken off me. I wanted to speak to Ranboo again but I didn’t want to bother him and he probably already thought I was very annoying. There wasn’t much I could do, I didn’t own a phone or any devices, I had forgotten to buy scetch books, I did have a couple of books that where in the closet when I first came here but I had no idea how to read. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The person walked in without waiting for an answer.

“What?” I snapped, I didn’t need people talking to me unless it was Ranboo.

“Hello to you too.” The woman said quietly.

“Who the fuck are you?” I demanded

“I’m Niki, I work here.” She explained politely, suddenly I kinda felt bad, I knew I shouldn’t have snapped at her but I wasn’t going to apologise

“”Oh h-hi. I’m Y/n” I said

“I know, I just wanted to introduce myself and say if you need anything to just ask. Don’t worry if you get lost, it’s a pretty big house, just ask anyone for directions, they’ve all been in the same situation as you so no one’s going to judge you.” She smiled at me

“Thank you.” I said gratefully. 

She was about to walk out then she saw all my spray painted walls. Her eyes widened but she didn’t say anything. I went back to lying on the bed. I hated being there, I felt trapped. I just wanted to get out, feel the rain on my face and the breeze in my hair. I sighed. I got up of the bed and walked to the window. It wasn’t massive but it was big enough to climb out of. Maybe if I wanted to escape. Then I decided it wouldn’t be bad if I went for a little stroll, a walk maybe? I left all my stuff in the room and climbed out of the window. I hung off the window sill and looked round, there was an unstable looking drain pipe I could climb down, I decided to go for it and I slid down it. To my suprise it stayed firmly connected to the wall. I hopped of and saw a boy, he had brown hair and brown eyes, he was wearing jumper with bees on. He kinda stared at me.

“The fuck do you want?” I snapped

“I want to know where the fuck you’re going.” He said

“Well why don’t you mind your own business Bee Boi.” I sneered. 

He laughed and I joined in. His laughter was sweet and infectious. 

“Oh well, just be safe. I can tell your not running away, the amount of people I’ve seen try it not hard to figure out. Make sure your back in an hour because then they start looking for you and then they call the police and that’s where it gets hard to get out of.” He explained to me

“Thank you so much.” I smiled at him. 

He smiled back at me and then j started walking down the street. He seemed nice. I wondered if he knew Ranboo. I had no plan of where to go and I’d never been around here before so I wasn’t sure where to go. I found this park and walked into it. It had a lake in it and a play area for children. I started walking round the lake, I found this shady area a way off the path which had a big tree. I climbed up the tree and I found a platform, really large. I could see the lake from up there and the sunset was reflecting off it. It was so pretty. I lay down from a bit and drifted off to sleep. I woke up and the sun was pretty much almost set. I went to look down at my rust then realised I didn’t own a watch. Shit. I had no concept of time and no idea how long I had been out. I almost fell down the tree trying to climb quickly. I got to the ground and started sprinting back the way I was sure I had came. I found the house and climbed up the drain. I had left my window open enough from me to get into. I quickly shut the window and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the running. I heard shouting from downstairs and it brought back memories of things I wanted to forget. Suddenly someone barged into my room. I jumped of the bed as a reflex, I fell onto the ground and I quickly stood back up. 

“Jack!” I exclaimed 

“WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU?” He shouted. 

That shocked me, a lot. I hated being shouted at, it was triggering. I grabbed the closest thing near me and threw it at him. I ran past him and found the bathroom. I ran in and locked it. I was surprised there was a lock on the door, I would have thought Niki and Jack would be more weary of the kids they had here. I sat down on the floor and breathed heavily. I wanted to cry but I wouldn’t do that, not today, not ever. There was a blurry window on the bathroom wall and I could see it was dark outside. I was super tired even though I had slept in the tree house. I found two towels in a cabinet I put one down at a pillow and put the other one over me as a blanket. That was the 2nd most comfiest sleep I had ever had in the life. I had bad nightmares, they were about my past, there was shouting, sometimes at me and sometimes at other things. I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep but I was awoken by a soft knock on the door. I looked at the window and it was light now, meaning I had been there all night.

“Y/n, open up.” Said Jack.

“FUCK OFF!” I shouted at him through the door. 

“Y/n please, I’m sorry.” He tried

“ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF? FUCK OFF!” I screamed. 

I heard footsteps walking away from the door and I sat there. I wasn’t going to give up but there wasn’t much I could do in the bathroom. The widow didn’t open and there wasn’t any food in here, I was super hungry as-well. I sat there and I could smell the smell of pancakes baking made downstairs for other kids, they were probably being made by Niki. I then heard another knock on the door.

“Hey Y/n, let us in please.” Someone begged.

“Who’s us?” I called. 

“It’s Ranboo and Tubbo.” Ranboo’s voice said

“Tubbo?” I asked, I had no idea who Tubbo was.

“Bee Boi!” A sweet voice said, Tubbo’s.

“O-oh.” I stuttered

“Please let us in.” He asked.

“Is it just you guys?” I checked.

“Yeah.” Ranboo told me

“Promise?” I asked

“Promise.” Tubbo confirmed. 

I keep towards the door and slowly unlocked it. I let them in and then quickly closed and locked the door again.

“Y/n, you know you can’t stay in here forever, right?” Ranboo asked me nicely

“And why not?” I demanded stubbornly 

“Your going to starve to death.” Tubbo said

“Good.” I said quietly, they both looked at me with wide eyes. 

Ranboo slowly approaches me by scooting across the floor, I felt his long arms rapping round my body in a comforting manner, he was warm and he felt safe. I hugged him back and tried so hard not to cry. Tubbo came towards us and hugged me aswell. I let out a slight giggle, I didn’t normally like physical contact but this was nice, comforting. We all pulled away but they sat closer to me this time. I put my head on Ranboos shoulder and held Tubbos hand. I hadn’t known either of them for very long but I felt like they were my brothers. It was probably because of my lack of human contact for the past 2 years. I hadn’t talked much until the past two days. I didn’t need to speak, people I stole from didn’t need to know I existed. 

“Why are you in here anyway?” Ranboo asked

“Jack screamed at them? Did you not hear?” Tubbo explained

“No I kinda taught myself not to hear screaming.” Ranboo told us

“Oh, I kinda wished I had been able to do that.” I said

“Me too.” Tubbo agreed

“Y/n, what do you say we get out of here, get some snacks, then go watch a movie in my room?” Ranboo asked

“You have a laptop?” I replied

“Yeah!” He said

“I have this memory stick, im not sure what’s on it, could I plug it into your computer?” I asked him

“Yeah of course you can!” He agreed. 

Tubbo and Ranboo got up and they both helped to pull me up. I giggled a bit and then we unlocked the door. They both held one of my hands each and we walked to Ranboo’s room which was just down the corridor and opposite them room I was staying in. I went in with them and Ranboo went to get snacks while me and Tubbo sat down. 

We heard a knock on the door and found it weird, why would Ranboo knock on the door of his own room? I got up to answer and deeply regretted it when I saw who it was. I went to slam the door but it was caught by Jack.

“Y/n. I wanted to apologise for screaming. It didn’t just upset you it triggered multiple people in this house and I should have known better than to shout.” He apologised 

“Wowwww. You’ve managed to figure out how much of a bitch you are.” I sarcastically gave him a round of applause.

“Language, Y/n. We don’t use those type of words in this house.” He told me sternly

“Oh whatever. Fuck off.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Jack just give them time. It’s hard being in a new place.” Tubbo pleaded

“Ok Tubbo, you and Ranboo are incharge of Y/n. Don’t let them do anything bad or it’s your fault ok?” Jack said pointedly 

“I don’t need looking after.” I complained “I’ve been on my own for two years.”

“Yes, I know. I believe that’s the problem.” He sighed

“Ok bye now!” I tried shutting the door but Jack held it open

“We need to talk about the walls of your room.” He told me

“Ok. Later.” I said trying to get rid of him. 

He let out a sign in defeat and left. I breathed a sigh of relief. I hated being bugged like that, I hated people to be honest. I’d been able to talk to no one for over two years I didn’t want people to start annoying me now. 

[free-my-boy-grumbot]

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[beeindaclouds]

Dsmp x reader reactions to reader being interrupted when talking about something they’re passionate about?:))

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DSMP react to you being interrupted when talking

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude, C!Slimecicle, Aimsey

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Reader: GN - They/Them

Ok, so

Dream, Sapnap, Skeppy and Punz seem like the ones who would either glare at who interrupted you or like call them out for not letting you talk; their anger comes through more then the others

George, Bad, Karl and Charlie don't want to make such a big scene, so they'll just sit close to you and let you continue

Quackity, Wilbur, Phil, Techno and Eret will confidently tell whoever interupted you to shut up and let you continue, because it was disrespectful. Will put who interupted you in their place in they have to

Niki, Aimsey, Foolish and Sam aren't confrontational people, but they'll speak up for you when they have to. So they'll kindly tell everyone that you weren't done

[lateline]

⋆★【MCYT’s Calming You Down】★⋆

Pairing⋆★⋆GN!Reader x MCYT's Summary⋆★⋆Your anger gets the best of you some times, so your favorite people calm you down.

[A/N] I haven't tried this style of writing before but I hope you enjoy it! I wrote this to calm myself down because I have anger issues LMAOO

"Fuck!" You yell. You wave your arms in frustration, slamming your desk. You were so sick and tired of everything recently and losing your 4 hours worth of editing was the last straw. You slammed your desk in anger and grasped onto your hair tightly. You feel your body begin to heat up as angry tears well up in your eyes.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You sob in frustration until you hear a knock at your door, a face appearing in your doorway shortly after.

cc!Technoblade "Hey... you alright..?" He says, creeping into your room hesitantly. He comes up and holds your hand, softly caressing it. "It's okay, calm down." He turns your chair towards him and although he towers over you, something about it reassures you that in reality, everything is going to be okay as long as hes here with you.

cc!WilburSoot

"Hey, love. What's the matter?" Wilbur makes his way into your room, analyzing the situation. He wraps his arm over your shoulder and clicks a few things on your computer. "Ah, I see." He hums as he clicks a few more things before wrapping you into a tight hug. "We'll fix that later, cme're" He says, lifting you off your chair and out to the sofa to watch a movie. "Lets take our mind off it, shall we? You can pick the movie."

cc!Dream

"Hey, hey! Deep breaths, alright?" Dream scurries over to you, holding your hands in his. "Look at me, okay? Breathe in.. Breathe out.." Dream guides you and you follow. He smiles at you reassuringly. "Now, what happened babe? Can I help you at all or do you just want to relax?"

cc!George

"Y/N? Is everything okay?" George hovers at the doorway, being careful not to upset you anymore than you are already. "Do you want a snack? A drink? Here, let me get you a snack!" George scurries off before coming back with some cookies, placing them on your desk. He puts his hand on your thigh. "If you ever need anything, come to me, alright?" He says softly, hugging you before he leaves to give you space.

cc!Sapnap

"Yo, yo, yo, yo, calm down, babe." Sapnap rushes in, cupping your cheek in his hand, wiping the angry tears away. He pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back slowly. "It's alright, don't worry. You can scream if you want to, I can scream if you want me to." He says jokingly. You can't help but let out a chuckle followed by a sniffle to which Sapnap just hugs you tighter.

cc!JackManifold

"Y/N, hey, whats up?" Jack approaches you with concern. He kneels down next to your chair observing your computer screen "Ah.." He sighs as he gets up and rubs your shoulder. "Do you need a moment? Or would you want me to stay?- I can leave if you want-" He stutters as you snicker. You ask him to stay and the two of you chat for a while before you fall asleep in your chair to which he carries you into bed, turning off your computer on the way out.

cc!Quackity

"Y/N?" Quackity says, voice laced with concern. "Did something happen love?" He queries as he places himself on your bed. You lift your head up and spin around to him, eyes still filled with tear. "Awh, love, come here." He opens his arms and you make your way over, sinking into his touch. He hums to you as your breath slows down, gradually falling asleep. The two of you cuddle for the rest of the night, both too cold to leave each other.

cc!KarlJacobs

"Y/N! What happened?" Karl hurries over, placing one hand on your should and one on your cheek wiping away the tears. He pulls you into a warm hug while you bury your face deep into his hoodie. He rocks you side to side and places a kiss on your head. "It's okay, everything's gonna be okay, okay?" He pulls you away gently, placing his forehead on yours. You nod and he kisses you on the tip of your nose before pulling you into a hug once again.

[modelbus]

I genuinely might make a part 2 to this after the month is over! I really like the idea :)

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Flufftober 14 - The Grace of God Goes You

The rhythmic strumming of the guitar reaches your ears before you see Wilbur.

Although his temple was far from where you lived, located centrally in the city rather than your humble abode on the outskirts, he always seemed to be around here. You had asked him about it once; he just didn’t respond.

“Wil, come on.” You hum, leaning against a fence post as flowers bloom in front of your eyes. Wilbur wasn’t a God of the harvest, but his songs had the power to do anything. God of music, God of joy.

“What? Daisies are your favorite, right?” His voice comes from above you, and when you tilt your head up there he is. Sat comfortably in tree, like he has no worries in the world.

He probably doesn’t. Although the myths of Wilbur and his family are mixed between war and peace, only good stories have been spread recently. In the past you’ve heard of him commanding entire armies with nothing more than a melody, bending them to his will. And that’s not to speak of his family—Phil, god of birds, Tommy, God of mischief, Technoblade, God of war.

“I mean yes, but you can’t just sprout flowers everywhere.”

“Says who?” He grins, dropping down from the tree in front of you. There’s an acoustic guitar slung across his back. You’ve never seen him without it, it’s like a part of him.

“Shouldn’t you be in the city? For the festival? It is celebrating your family, after all.” You ask, crouching down and messing with one of the boards of your fence to give yourself something to do.

“Tommy is, but Techno doesn’t like crowds.” The way he says it has you pausing.

“…Wil, is Technoblade farming my land again?”

“He was stressed! And you know your land is on his old potato farm, so really he’s farming his land.”

“I told him he can farm whenever he wants, why doesn’t he just ask me?” You sigh, frustrated. Not really, but walking outside of your house to a giant pink-haired man farming potatoes nearly gave you a heart attack every time.

“He doesn’t like asking for things.” Wilbur shrugs, humming under his breath.

Beneath your hands, the fence you’re working on mends itself.

“I could’ve done that.” You point out.

“I know.” He gives you a tilted grin. “Are you busy?”

“I mean-“

“No, you aren’t.”

You had about a thousand things you could be doing. So really, yes, you were busy. But something about Wilbur was charming enough to always make you give in.

“What are you planning?” You ask instead of correcting him.

“I’ve done my brotherly duty of dropping Techno off, which means I should go watch Tommy now. And, because I know he’ll bore me to death, I’m taking you with me.”

“To the festival?”

“Yes, love. To the festival.”

Immediately you shake your head. “The city is so far away, Wil.”

“You’re talking to a God, remember?” He holds out his hand, waiting for you to places yours in it. “We’ll be there within seconds. Techno will look after your land, don’t worry about it. Have some fun, yeah?”

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you let him lace his fingers with yours. “Fine. But you’re buying me food. Deal?”

His smile rivals the sun on a perfect day. “Deal.”

And if you and him walked the festival, hand in hand, while a golden-haired boy danced around you? Well. Everyone else was none the wiser that the very Gods they celebrated were right there.

[rapid-looser]

Leverage.

C!technoblade x gn!reader

a/n: this is inspired by the song 'Woe To The People Of Order', Cami-Cat's cover. Requests are still open, I'm just lacking motivation right now.

Can be read as Romantic or Platonic

Pronouns: They/Them

Request: Yes/No

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Technoblade found it odd when you weren't in your house, which was located about 500 blocks from his. You had promised him you'd help him with planting a new bunch of potatoes in his third garden. So he searched in your armour room, which you would be sometimes, usually making new armour just incase a war broke out. You were quite advanced in armoury, as you had been taught at a young age. That was one of the main reasons you were sought out to join the syndicate. Not only that, but your neutral opinion on governments. As long as you were left in peace, you wouldn't take down a government, but if said government disturbed your peaceful life, you'd help in some way to bring it down. At first, Technoblade wouldn't talk to you unless it involved anything about armour or tools. But over time, he slowly started trusting you and taking to you more, as well as asking you to help him with his garden. After about 7 months, he considered you a friend. He couldn't find you anywhere in your house, but as he went into your kitchen, he found a note on your table. "If your trying to find [name], their with me. And unless you come to Las Nevadas for a rematch, they'll loose all their canon lives. Make your choice Technoblade, because i won't wait forever. -Quackity".

As he neared the end of the note, the voices began demanding Quackity's head, While some of the other voices were worried for your well-being. As he finished reading the note, more of the voices started demanding Quackity's head. The louder the voices grew, the harder he found it to control his anger. Yes he retired, but quackity had taking someone that he shown compassion to. He placed the note down and started making his way back to his house. Once he arrived, he opened his ender chest, and equipped his axe, grabbed a few potions of healing and regeneration and put on his armour. His door opened, and Phil stepped in. "Mate, where are you going?" He said as he neared his old friend, Technoblade. "Quackity wanted a rematch, and instead of asking straight up, he took [name], as leverage, I'm assuming." He replied, as he got up and walked towards the coat rack, where his coat and his mask were. "Mate, are you sure it isn't a trap? You settled your score with him last time. And he wouldn't risk loosing another life, would he?" Phil mumbled, more to himself then technoblade. "It doesn't matter if it's a trap or not Phil, he knows what leverage does to people, and he'd be the only one in the server that would ask for a rematch. If worse comes to worse, I'll ask you to come and help me." He spoke, after a few seconds. And with that, he got on Carl before Phil could reply to him, and rode towards the coordinates which was on the note.

Once he neared the coordinates, he stopped, and tied Carl up to a tree, out of site. He got his axe out, and walked the rest of the way to the coordinates. Once he arrived, he saw quackity with full netherite armour on, and you, with lava below you. "Let's just get to the point. If you drop all your armour, and weapons, I'll let [name] go, and they won't get harmed. If you don't, they get dropped into the lava below them." He said, once he saw technoblade. "After that, you'll return to the prison, and I'll let [name] leave entirely. Do not try any funny business, because I've got Sam waiting 700 blocks away, and he's got full netherite armour as well." He continued, not waiting for technoblade to reply to his last statement. "So you ask for a rematch, then you threaten to harm someone who has nothing to do with this? That's kinda lame don't you think?" He replied, sarcastically. A few seconds pasted, before he reached for his axe and Quackity in the shoulder. "Fuck- you've fucked up Technoblade." He said, while backing up from technoblade and drinking a potion of healing. "SAM, PULL THE LEVER" He yelled, while pulling out his sword. Not long after that, the cobblestone floor beneath you started to disappear and the lava started to become obvious underneath you. "Well fuck this isn't gonna end well" you said as you went towards the edge of the floor, ignoring the fighting that was happening around you.

Just as the floor was about to entirely disappear, someone threw you a totem or undying, which you caught in a matter of seconds. "You better hope that you die a quick death quackity, because I'll personally torture you to death if your dying to me." Technoblade said as he removed his axe from Quackity's throat, which has been there a few seconds prior. "Leave me be, and leave them as well. And if i see you one more time, you'll be killed for sure." He continued speaking, as he stood up entirely and put his axe away.

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[wimbledonsoot]

[the fall] - MORNINGS (ep.2)

as the hero council arrives, you're told to 'take a little time for yourself'. but when you witness a murder on your way back from school, you can't just let things be.

trigger warnings for this chapter: violent murder, blood, gore, assault, violence, visual murder - as in blood sprays everywhere and shit,

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Or maybe, there is something you can do. After all, you've done all the training that Dream or Sapnap have, and you know how to fight. You've done some careful observation of all your enemies to see where you can hit them with your power from a distance.

So when your finger lightly brushes the button and The Blood God's sword presses tighter against your throat, you kick out and pray that luck is on your side.

And god, it is.

Because somehow, you manage to not only hit the pink-haired man, you also manage to hit him a spot that's somehow already sore. That's why he stumbles back and also why you have to swerve out of the way of his sword.

I mean, it'd be pretty awkward if you'd have died that way.

You can just imagine telling your fellow ghost friends down in the afterlife all about it. You'd definitely spin the story to make you seem like more of a badass.

You rush forward, pressing the button and hurrying out a string of words along the lines of "Syndicate, vigilantes, fight, injured, help." Hopefully it'll reach the hero council. You don't even fucking know how this hasn't gone unnoticed yet.

But just as you stand up and get ready to fight again, a large burst of power rushes through the room.

It seems that something - be it help or not - has arrived.

And as the rubble clears and you're face to face with none other than Bomb, you realize that it's probably the latter.

The vigilante facing you is a goat or ram hybrid, and his power consists of creating and throwing projectiles (such as bombs) within a matter of seconds. He's dangerous, but his skill set is better suited to large, outdoor fights. The hallway in which you find yourselves at the moment is small, and crowded. You don't know what to expect.

What you do know, though, is that now you're outnumbered.

Phantom phases into existence beside you, and with the laziness of someone far too self-confident, draws a weapon. You, however, with the speed of someone who is scared for their life, only stumble back.

Wow. You really are fucking useless.

Phantom only smirks at your attitude, and you quickly realize that maybe - just maybe - Dream wasn't exaggerating when he said that this dude was scary.

The smile - grin, more like it - sends shivers down your spin in torrents.

Phantom phases too quickly for you to react, and even though you hastily block his attack, his sword slides off the edge of yours, allowing him to thrust forward. You step to the side, bumping into Bomb, whose eyes glow red in that way that tells you he's using his powers.

Again, Phantom phases in beside you, striking his weapon down in an elegant arc that you can only duck to avoid, rolling out beneath his sword. The fight would be so smooth, if it weren't for the fact that you're kind-of-really having a panic attack inside because of it.

Glancing around as you get to your feet, you notice that you're not the only one struggling to hold your ground. The Blood God's and Philza have teamed up to fight George, and Apollon and Dream are caught in a taunting battle of wills (as per usual, you might add).

You notice that you're bleeding, and wipe away the crimson liquid before discarding your blade to go at Phantom in a more conventional way. Fuck it, am I right? The situation is hopeless as it is, and if you can get any, any advantage, you'll take it.

When Phantom lays eyes on you, you can see that he's starting to phase out. So you tether him in place the only way you know how, distraction.

Black flashes engulf the area around him, and as you tackle the man to the ground, you get in a couple punches. However, as he fazes out of existence, you realize that maybe, you made a mistake.

Because you can hear as he picks up your sword, and you can sense him stalking towards you.

Well fuck.

The hallway, however cramped as it may be, stretches out for a fair distance of ten meters. You stand at the edge, but as Phantom waves his swords in the air and you dodge each potential death strike, the distance between you and the wall quickly approaching has never felt smaller.

Suddenly, you hit the wall. The concrete feels cold, and the fact that this is the last thing you're ever going to feel strikes you as kind of depressing. You'd want something nice in your final moments. Like a hug or something.

Or maybe you'd like to hang out with Techno for a bit. Say goodbye.

But it turns out that luck has something else planned for you, and as Dune, Monarch and The Captain burst into the room, Phantom quickly forgets you. You expect them to stay; fight, but it seems that this was not supposed to be more than just a terror attack.

A way to shy you away from picking a fight - they want you to know they can kick your asses.

You grind your teeth as they flee the scene. Fucking cowards.

You, George, Dream and Sapnap meet in the center of the room, all of you limping in some way. Dream's arm is bruised; a nasty one that coats his shoulder in black and blue. George has a nasty split lip. Sapnap is nursing a wound on his leg, likely from The Blood God's deadly sword. And you're just plain sore. Something feels like it's ever so slightly gone wrong in your wrist, you know that you've got bruises peppering your midsection and there's a small cut on your throat from the aforementioned man with a sword.

The Captain walks towards you, her face lit with fury. It sends a shiver of fear through you. You've never seen her so mad.

"Who initiated?" She asks.

Dream steps forward, and as head of your division the fact that he's the one who speaks is perfectly natural. "They did. The attack came out of nowhere."

The Captain's face softens slightly from the fact that you guys probably look like a bunch of abandoned cats, and she replies with a quick: "Wait a minute," before walking over to the rest of the heroes assembled.

As they chat, you step forward. "Is everyone more or less okay?"

Dream and Sapnap nod and George shrugs, wincing as he does so. "I think I busted something in my shoulder, but aside from that I'm fine."

"Good," you say, and sit down.

Dream and Sapnap exchange a look and you raise your eyebrow. But before you can ask what they mean, Dream sits down next to you and asks: "And you? I mean, you're kinda out in the open now."

Oh. Yeah. You'd forgotten about that.

"I... I'm not sure. It's cool. It's scary. It's kind of causing me to panic inside because I'm not sure if that means that the advantage I give you guys is gone," you reply.

"If you're thinking that you're suddenly not important, you still are. You're super valuable for us. I mean come on, you managed to call the hero council for help and hold your own against Phantom," Sapnap says, smiling.

"Without you, we'd have bigger issues than a couple busted shoulders and some scratches," George adds.

You smile softly. These are your closest friends, and you're glad you have them. Even if one's a total dork who has no game, the other's oblivious and the third's a walking talking third wheel.

You want to reply, but it's at that point that The Captain, Dune and Monarch decide to talk to you about what happened. You and Dream stand in the presence of the heroes, while Sapnap and George turn to face them.

"We've decided that perhaps you need a little break," Dune says. His piercing stare turns to you and he adds: "After all, one of your identities has been compromised, and you all look a bit... bedraggled."

Usually you find Dune cool, but right now you really want to punch him with the way he says that.

"Yes sir," Dream says slowly, "When do you intend to... put us back into circulation?"

"We don't know exactly," says Monarch, their voice soft, "But likely once we've figured out why the Syndicate attacked. A few weeks at least, so to say, though we could be reckoning with as long as two or three months."

Two or three months?

You clench your teeth.

Two or three months?

They can't be serious.

But it seems they are, and it also seems that no one, no one except for you, that is, has an issue with that.

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Walking back home is grim.

Rain patters down on your umbrella, the grey clouds that had been far off on the distance only hours ago covering the sun and painting the day dark.

Your thoughts are filled with disappointment. Everything had been going so well. Only weeks ago, your team had taken down a vigilante by the name of Thunder. While he'd escaped later, you still had been the ones to imprison him! You guys, in short, are good. It isn't right that you are being 'put out of service' just because of one fight, is it?

And Dream, Sapnap and George can't seriously be okay with it?

But from the way they'd reacted, silent, not saying a word as they packed up a few things and left, it seemed you were the only one who truly was irritated. And your complaints had fallen on deaf ears.

So here you are, walking home with the dull, dripping, grey sky above and the pretty much empty streets beside.

Your home is a small, cobblestone townhouse in the main part of L'Manburg, near the bridge. It isn't a super great area, or a super bad one, but the walk from the hero quarters back to it leads you through some... questionable bits of town.

Not that you're scared. Your powers, at the very least, are enough to protect you.

Still, you tug your bag closer and keep your head down, blending in with the rush of people as they make their way back home.

The last thing you want tonight was more trouble.

As you turn the corner into the small plaza branching off of the street that leads to your home, however, you suddenly realise that that was a slightly foolish wish.

Because lo and behold, there stands The Butcher.

The Butcher; the only true villain left in this town. He'd received his name from the massacre of True Casino. Twenty-five people had been killed. All of them by him.

So of course, it's not exactly unreasonable that you're ever so slightly scared.

It's a mother fucking mass murderer.

And it seems like he's found a new victim.

As you stumble back behind a corner, hiding behind it and praying he doesn't find you, you hear the whimpering and pleading. The sound of a knife being unsheathed. The slash of a blade across skin and then the wet splash of blood.

You gag, tugging out your mask.

You have to do something.

You have to.

You don't care in that moment that the hero council told you not to do this, and you don't care that you might die. And as you stand up, removing your coat, you curse those damn personality traits that make you ideal as a hero.

You're tempted to yell 'hey fuck face' but instead you call: "Butcher!"

It's better not to make him angry before even starting the fight, you suppose.

The man who faces you is not extraordinarily tall, or extraordinarily short, or extraordinarily anything. A black mop of hair covers most of his face, and his eyes are dark brown, nearing the same shade as his hair, but aside from that nothing stands out. Save for the scar running down the side of his face.

The smile he gives you is gruesome. A promise of violence. Not slow violence either. Ruthless, bloody murder type violence.

You think for a moment that his face is familiar, but you know that can't be. No one knows what the butcher looks like, and the reason for that is that his main ability, save for plain ruthlessness, is that he can make people simply forget.

Your eyes flicker to the body lying on the ground and you wince. Dead already. A clean slice through the neck, though blood stains the cobblestone ground red.

The very same blade he used for that victim now lies in his hand, and he twirls it around as he slowly sits on a step.

"Hey," he says, and his voice, just his voice, young and youthful and kind of charismatic, makes you stop.

And... forget.

It's meant to scare you, because within a moment you've snapped back to reality and you know where you are and who you're with. It's meant to tell you that you don't have a chance.

You are very much regretting your life choices at that moment.

"So..." he continues, but this time his voice seems colder, almost, less vibrant, "Who are you?"

He still talks like you're best friends. Like you know each other or something. Like, he's going to crack a joke and you're going to laugh and then you're going to go get a cup of coffee together. It doesn't make sense.

It confuses you.

"No one," you reply, hesitant. He cant tell you don't know how to play his game, and to that he smiles.

"See, I think you might be lying."

You don't reply, simply step back, towards the wall. A quick glance around shows he's managed to block out any chance of escape except going back.

The Butcher stands, and you shrink back, shocked at how suddenly he's taller, bigger, meaner. He smiles again, flicks his knife in, out, in, out. The clacking makes you wince each time, and each time he comes closer you press yourself further into the wall.

What have you gotten yourself into?

His smile widens as he notices your fear, and your mind races to try and figure out how to get out of this alive. You can't let him see where you're going. You can't let him follow you home.

As he leans in, he presses the knife to your throat, clicking it out. The metal reopens the small wound The Blood God gave you earlier.

A word, against your will, escapes your lips, "Please."

The Butcher frowns.

"I don't plan on killing you," he says, "But I want you to tell some of your little hero friends this." He leans in towards you ear, and you stiffen, "You'll. Never. Fucking. Catch me."

He removes his blade, and then as suddenly as he came, he's gone.

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The walk - more like run - home takes little time, and as you realize just how close you are to the scene of the crime you tug off your mask and dial Techno's number. You don't feel safe here, and the Minecrafts have always let you stay over if you want.

Then again, there's usual an identifiable reason, but you're sure they'll let you.

The phone rings twice before Techno answers, his voice making it clear that he's tired. You glance at the clock on the mantle. It's already 10 PM.

"Hey, I'm sorry for calling so late but can I maybe stay over at yours tonight?"

Maybe it's the fact that you're asking this late or maybe it's the fact that you sound scared shitless, but Techno immediately wakes himself up. "Yeah, totally. Do you want me to pick you up? What happened?"

"I got robbed on the way back from work, and I don't exactly feel a hundred percent safe here," you reply, telling him half of the truth, as per usual. It's kind of sad how much you have to lie to him because of the whole hero thing.

You hear the sounds of shuffling as Techno says: "Okay, I'll be there in fifteen."

"You sure? I mean I can walk. Or just stay here. It's not the end of-"

"Y/N," he says sternly, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

With that, he hangs up.

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True to his word, Techno's car stands in front of your doorway at 10:15 PM, and he smiles softly as you sit next to him, a small bag on your lap.

"You sure you're okay?" He asks, because he's your friend and friends are supposed to care (just... maybe not as much as he does).

You nod. It's hesitant, Techno can tell, and he knows that your shaken up.

"Do you want to tell me a bit more about what happened?" He asks, and as you turn to him, smiling lightly (it's a tad forced, he can tell), he sees a small cut along your neck. It's still bleeding, just a little bit, and it's exactly where-

No. Never-mind. That'd be so fucking weird, and no matter how much the universe like to play tricks on him, that'd be too much of a coincidence.

So instead he says: "You have a little cut on your neck. Did the guy have a knife or..."

"Yeah, he did," you mutter. You're looking out the window, and he can tell you're really shaken up. He doesn't want to think about what might've happened.

"Look, Y/N, do you want to talk?" He asks. He wants you to talk. Usually it helps and he really doesn't like seeing you scared.

"Not particularly," you say.

But you say nothing as you place a hand on his thigh, just lightly, as a little piece of physical affection. And he says nothing either.

The voices are having a field day.

The drive only takes a bit longer. Not many words are said but the silence is comforting, incredibly so. He can tell that you're feeling better, and he's glad that you felt comfortable enough to ask him for help.

And what are the voices saying?

E.

How poetic.

Tommy's dozed off on the couch while watching TV with Phil and Wilbur's up in his room strumming his guitar, so him walking you in only gets a hushed "Hey Y/N," from Phil and a snoozing "Fuck off," from Tommy. You both smile.

He sets you up on the pull out bed in the guest room, and as he leaves you smile, slightly.

"Thanks," you quietly say.

"You're welcome," he replies.

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