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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 1 year

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (19)

(c!technoblade x fem!reader) (?who knows at this point..)

(*SCREAMING UNTIL MY VOICE IS GONE* hahahaha i'm finally done with this devil forsaken chapter! I literally cannot articulate HOW hard this chapter was, for who knows what reason! I don't know why but this chapter was a struggle. like some trial a fucking greek god would give me to make me stronger or whatever. but.. I did it finally. PLEASE reblog and comment so I can feel like the pain I went through was worth it y'all 😭🥺👉👈)

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Bored.

That’s been his general state of things for about.. I don’t know, maybe 5 months? At least since he’d finished taking part in that last pvp tournament on the championship battle server. But the battle season has finished and he’s not found anything new to hold his attention.

And Phil was busy working on a new build that's taken up his attention. And Techno would help but he knows Phil wants to do it himself, the man is so picky about his builds so Techno just leaves him be. Usually by now someone would have got in contact to hire him for his war faring services. Some kingdom or warring faction, looking for someone well versed in battle and strategy to help them turn the tides. But-

A yellow feather fluttering into his field of vision followed by the sound of flapping wings made the red eyed hybrid look up to see an incoming parrot holding a rolled up letter tied to its leg.

“Well, speak of the devil or whatever,” Techno said in his usual monotone drawl as the parrot landed on his shoulder.

It held its leg out and he took the offered scroll before reaching into his inventory to grab some seeds to feed it. Then once it was happily munching away he unrolled the letter, wondering which server it could be from. Probably some new upstart one inhabited by a bunch of idiots with conflicting opinions who don’t realize they can just go separate directions and end it. That was usually how it went. People were all the same. They find out their opinions don’t match up, they bicker over it, they fight, someone invariably gets killed, they wage war, and then rinse and repeat.

But as he read the letter he realized it wasn’t from just anybody. It was from Wilbur, Philza’s kid. Jeez, he hasn’t seen him in what feels like one hundred years.

Huh, when was the last time he’d seen the bespectacled boy? He actually can’t recall. He thinks back, far back, scouring his memory for instances with Wilbur. He remembers his round glasses, his warm yellow sweater, and his love for anything music. Techno recalls how Wilbur had always detested battle, fighting, anything like that. Hell, he hadn’t even liked wearing armor, even when it was for his own good. Which Techno thought was both foolish and endearing. He himself was always suited to battle, falling into it like how a bird takes to the skies. But he’d always seen Wilbur as so far removed from being suitable for violence.

All the younger man had ever said he wanted to do was sing, play music, and write. He truly had the heart of a poet, that was for sure. Getting him to learn some basic defense so he could travel to the nearby villages on his own without being a sitting duck had been similar to pulling teeth for Philza, his son always treating the lessons like a chore. But he and Phil had managed to teach him enough self defense so he could be safe out on his own, at least from the mobs. And once that was handled then Philza didn’t feel so worried leaving his boy home alone, meaning he and Techno could go traveling again.

And Wilbur hadn’t been bothered by this either, seeming to enjoy having some time to himself when his father and Techno were out. They always came home to Wilbur playing his guitar either outside in the yard, enjoying the sun, or inside by the fire to stay cozy. He’d been perfectly content.

And then one day they came home and Wilbur hadn’t been alone like he’d always been before. He’d had some kid with him, a little boy who actually bore a strong resemblance to Philza, what with his blond hair and blue eyes. That had been more than a shock, he’ll admit. Walking in and seeing Wilbur with some random kid they’d never seen before, just sitting on the floor in front of the couch like it was no big deal.

Yeah, that had been Tommy, and according to Wilbur he’d found him eating out of the trash in the village so he’d brought him home. Of course. When Philza asked where Tommy’s parents were, the kid had wrinkled his nose and said they were probably at home. That had turned into them grilling the kid, trying to figure out where their house was so Wilbur could return him.

But Tommy had kicked up a huge fuss, shouting about how he left on his own and he was never going back. From how he’d described it, his parents hadn’t been the best. Not even close actually, they’d sounded like shit to be honest. I mean if your toddler is willing to up and leave with zero intention of going back to you, like 100% willing to eat out of the trash instead of staying with you then yeah you’re probably a shit tier parent.

Wilbur had begged Philza to let Tommy stay with them. He had nowhere else to go and leaving him out on the street seemed messed up and he was so little, it’s not like he’d take up much space anyways. Yeah, Wilbur admitted the kid kinda ate a lot but no more than he guessed all kids ate… But they had a huge garden and some cows so it wasn’t a huge deal, right?

Techno had been against it, they’d JUST started getting back to traveling again since Wilbur was old enough and capable enough to look after himself now. He’d argued that they didn’t need another little gremlin running around touching their stuff. He’d been eyeing the little blond boy as he stared openly at Techno’s own enchanted sword that was strapped to his belt. He’d tucked it into his inventory to keep it away from the kid and his no doubt grimy little fingers.

But Philza had always been such a sap when it came to Wilbur and his ‘sad boy eyes’. So he’d ended up folding like a house of cards pretty quick, though he’d warned Wilbur that the kid, Tommy, was his responsibility. Philza wasn’t going to start looking after him when he’d not had any hand in taking him in. So Tommy’s well being was now solely in Wilbur’s hands.

Phil had actually been really serious at that part, asking Wilbur if he knew what he was getting into? Because Phil knew how hard it was to care for a child, it was exhausting and sometimes thankless, and you can’t just stop whenever you want because someone defenseless now relies on you.

Wilbur hadn’t been dissuaded though, and pulled the shorter boy close in a half hug, saying he’d be the best big brother ever! Nevermind the child had started gnawing on the arm Wilbur had around him.. Techno couldn’t help but roll his eyes back then and even now as he remembered that promise. But Wilbur seemed happy at least, and neither Phil nor Techno would have to take care of the kid so it hadn’t been so bad. And later when they were alone Phil shared that he was actually glad that Wilbur wouldn’t be alone at home anymore. He’d felt bad leaving his boy all alone, even though he could defend himself.

Techno assured him that Wilbur was a big boy now, practically an adult himself. So he didn’t need Phil worrying about him so much. Phil had laughed and said that was true but he couldn’t stop worrying, it was a parent thing. You never truly stop worrying about your kid. Techno figured that made sense but still told Phil that that was one of the reasons why he wasn’t having kids, too much stress. Techno’s a busy guy, he can’t be losing sleep over some helpless nerds. That had gotten Phil to laugh, which had been Techno’s goal. So, goal accomplished.

Things had been good after that. At least that’s how Techno remembered them to be. Him and Phil would travel and explore to their heart’s content, coming back to the house every now and again to take a break and check up on the brunet and blond. The kid grew like a weed, looking taller and taller with each visit. Him and Wilbur growing closer in height as well as their bond, soon acting like true brothers.

Wilbur had been so happy, and Techno remembers the last time he’d seen him. Him and Phil returned home for another short time between tournaments. They’d walked up to the forest surrounded property they’d called home to see Wil lounging against the porch, guitar in hand with Tommy chasing around a bee, trying to catch it.

They looked so peaceful. And Techno thought that’d never change.

..But reading his letter now made Techno’s stomach sink a bit.

Wilbur was asking for his help. His professional help.. Looks like he’d joined a server not too long ago and started his own nation; L’manberg. Technoblade couldn’t help but close his eyes in annoyance while pinching the bridge of his nose at hearing that. Nothing good ever came from governments, if he’d said that once he’s said it a million times. To the point where if he were a cartoon character from the 80’s then it’d be his damn catchphrase. But people just keep making and joining governments, even Wilbur it seemed..

And from the tone of the letter it looked like Wilbur was in big trouble.

Techno scrubbed his hand down his face, his snout scrunching as he turned the letter over in his mind a few times before sighing and taking out his ender chest. With some mild annoyance he decided to help Wilbur out with his war. Better than sitting around being bored out of his mind at any rate. So he composed a letter back to the brunet, letting him know his services wouldn’t be cheap just because they knew each other, but he’d gladly help him turn the tides. Once that letter was done he handed it over to the parrot, watching it fly off back to Wilbur.

Then on a whim he decided to compose another letter, this time to Phil, letting him know what his son was up to. But knowing the winged man, he’d probably just find the whole thing amusing.

“Well.. I better get packed while I wait for Wilbur’s reply,” Techno said before heading back to his house.

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You carried Azo in your arms as the four of you walked back to L’manburg from the nether portal. Internally you were still seething at Wilbur, you knew what he’d done, to a child of all people. You knew Wilbur, deeper and more intimately than he would ever be comfortable with. But you’d held out hope he’d never sink so low as to harm a child.. You’d really clung to the sliver of hope, despite everything you’d seen him do in the lore streams..

But now you knew with a sad certainty how low he was willing to go for what he wanted. And you wanted nothing more than to sink your teeth into his throat and rend his esophagus from its place in his neck before crushing his skull between your palms. Your jaws ached with the fervent desire to cause the vile bastard as much pain physically as he’d caused you and your children mentally and emotionally.

Though instead of succumbing to those feral desires you instead took a long measured breath in through your nose before letting it out through your mouth, just trying to calm your white hot rage since you needed to focus on the three kids you had with you and not the dead man walking over in fuckin Pogtopia~

You all got to your house and you mentally focused on how too small it was for your family now. Tommy and Tubbo already had their own rooms at your place despite each having their own homes elsewhere. You noticed they usually stayed here at night to sleep, which you were fine with. You preferred it actually, knowing they were safe in bed at night under your roof. But with Azo staying here full time you’d need to make her her own bedroom.

Planning that out calmed your rage thankfully. Turned the magma level heat into a soft manageable simmer. Looking down at the little piglin in your arms made you feel so much better. Things weren’t perfect, no, but you’re just so glad she’s okay. You almost lost her and the thought makes your heart feel like it was being tugged out of your chest. But she’s okay. Things are okay.

You remind yourself of this as you carry your baby through the threshold of your, and now her, home. You breathe and stop at the kitchen, telling the three it’s around lunch time and you’d make them some food. Both boys cheered and sat at the table, while you sat Azo on your hip with one arm while using the other to grab some stuff out of the ice box you kept around to hold food for the two teens.

Azo watched you pull things out with curiosity, not sure what any of them were. Which sent a pang of sadness through you because you know you’ve let her try most of these before but she clearly didn’t remember it. Though you cheered yourself up with the knowledge that she could just try them all over again, rediscover her favorites and least favorites. You still remember the way her little snout had wrinkled up in distaste when she’d first tried a slice of lemon. That had been hilarious and you’d wished you had some way to record it to keep the memory forever, but oh well.

“Mum, can you make us some of that fruit flower tea?” Tubbo asked from his spot at the table.

You smiled and said sure, and reached into the cabinet for the jar of tea you’d made for them not too long ago. You figured a warm meal and warm tea would be better for Azo right now since introducing her to cold stuff in the Overworld, which was already colder than the Nether, would be too much too soon. You noticed with a frown that she already seemed to be chilly. So while the tea was steeping you went over to the couch and grabbed the wool throw off the back and wrapped it snugly around her shoulders. She snorted happily at the sudden barrier from the chill this new world seemed to have.

“We’re gonna have to get you some new clothes, kiddo. Some that keep you warmer than your current ones do,” You said as you went to put some meat skewers onto the smoker and some potatoes in the furnace to bake.

You hummed and swayed your hips back and forth slowly as you watched the food cook. Then the tea was ready and you took Azo to the table and pulled a couple books from your inventory before sitting them on the chair, then you set her on top of them so she could reach the tabletop. She snuggled into the blanket around her while you went to fix the tea.

After giving each kid a cup you finished up the food and sat with them so they could eat. You idly listened as Tubbo and Tommy both talked to Azo, telling her all about L’manberg and their friends, and how they were going to show her around soon maybe.

You just let yourself zone out, taking comfort in your kids all being safe in one place right now.

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Quackity had thought over what he and Reader had discussed the day they started rebuilding the White House. She said he had to make a decision since Schlatt had basically bailed on L’manberg. And she’d also said he’d deserved better than how Schlatt treated him. He’d honestly not wanted to think about that. Because thinking about her words made him throw his entire relationship into question. Did he deserve better than Schlatt? He wasn’t sure how to answer that. If he did then why did he deserve better?

He didn’t want to start dumping on Schlatt, because they’d honestly had so many good times together. Great ones. They’d vibed so well while dating, Quackity can’t count how many times the ram had made him laugh his ass off. Just them two hanging out, sharing some drinks, spending nights out on the town in other SMPs, it was some of the best times of Quackity’s life. Even now, thinking about those times brought a smile (and soft flush) to the duck hybrids face. I mean Schlatt was charismatic, funny, and knew how to make his knees feel like jelly. Plus he had a few other good qualities he didn’t want to focus on too much in public..

But his smile faded away as those sweet memories made way for the not so sweet ones. Things had been great, yeah, but only when Schlatt wasn’t in a bad mood. Now that Quackity actually thinks about it there was always the worry of Schlatt’s good mood evaporating looming over their relationship. If he wasn’t happy then his bad mood sucked the good atmosphere right out of the room. It could be suffocating. The first few times it happened he’d try to give the ram hybrid some space, figuring he’d get over it. But that usually led to arguments, Schlatt asking if Quackity planned to leave any time things weren’t going perfect. That’d made him feel like shit, so he’d started doing all he could to keep the good vibes going.

Quackity isn’t sure when he’d gotten used to it but soon things fell into a rhythm of things being super great and awesome followed by something pissing on Schlatt’s good mood, then him being an asshole, Quackity doing everything he could think of to cheer him up, and then everything repeating in that cycle. It could feel exhausting at times but he just supposed that was just how relationships were supposed to be. But after what Reader said.. he was starting to question if that was right or not. He’d been so conflicted that he’d broken down and asked Karl for advice for a ‘friend of his’ who was having relationship issues.

He’d lied and said it was for a girl he was friends with on another server who was having issues with her girlfriend. Karl had listened to his edited version of events and told Quackity his friend was in a not very good relationship and she should break up with her girlfriend before things got even worse. That had just made his stomach sink further but he played it cool and thanked Karl for hearing him out, and he’d talk to his friend later and tell her what he thought she should do. Karl gave him a sweet smile and wrapped his arm around the dark haired male in a side hug before replying,

“Don’t worry, man. That’s what friends are for. Tell your friend if she needs any help leaving then she can come to us, we’ll help her out of there no problem.”

Quackity couldn’t help the smile hearing this gave him and said he’d let her know.

That’d been hours before and he knew he needed to message Reader and tell her where he stood. It wasn’t good to leave things ambiguous with her, not regarding his allegiance to L’manberg.. She’d messaged him earlier that morning, asking if he was doing alright. He hadn’t replied, wanting to talk to someone else about what he was thinking first. But he knew he couldn’t leave her on read for much longer.

But just as he was getting ready to open his communicator.. it chimed.

He sighed, thinking it was Reader. But when he checked it his throat closed up.

‘Schlatt whispers to you: can we talk?’

Quackity gulped, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat as he read and reread the message at least 7 times. Curses ran through his head as he sat up on his couch, still staring down at the device on his wrist. He tore his eyes away, harshly scrubbing his hand down his face, just trying to calm his racing heart as he tried to focus on one thought at a time. Okay, okay, okay- he needed to relax, just- He jumped when his communicator chimed again. And when he looked back down at it anxiously he paused..

‘Schlatt whispers to you: please babe, come on

‘Schlatt whispers to you: i miss you

The duck hybrid stared down at the screen hard, biting his lip enough to draw a drop of blood as he did. Then with shaky hands he started forming a reply…

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rats-write · 6 months

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Flufftober day 5: falling asleep together

Tubbo

CC! Tubbo

- Hesitant to fall asleep with someone else but less so since it’s you

- I have a feeling (or remember it being said idk) that he snores, not badly, just a little

- Sleepy cuddles

- Pretty shy to cuddle but when you’re both tired he loosens up a lot

- Quietly mumbling sweet little things to you before you fall asleep

Tubbo walks yawns softly, looking at you tiredly before he whispers, “babe, can we go to bed? I’m tired.”

You nod slightly, gently brushing his hair from his face. “Sure, love, I’m tired too.” You respond quietly, standing up from where the two of you were laying on the couch, the sound of The Office having long since become background noise to you both.

Tubbo follows suit in getting up, trailing tiredly behind you to the wardrobe so you both could change in to more comfortable night clothes than the current stiff attire you both adorned.

Once each of you had changed, you lay in the fluffy blankets of Tubbos bed, him joining you only a second later, shyly wrapping his arms around your middle and cuddling up to you, a content sigh slipping from his lips at the feeling of your body heat against his.

Tubbo softly presses his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling quietly into the skin, “good night, babe.” And leaving a soft kiss against your shoulder.

You smile slightly, cuddling into him softly before you respond, “good night to you too.” A mumble of ‘I love you’ shared between you both as you drift off to sleep.

C! Tubbo

- Fear. He’s genuinely scared to sleep around another person

- Yet at the same time, he wants to so badly

- Warms up to it quickly after the initial convincing

- Shy, hesitant cuddles

- Secretly wants you to pet his ears (goat hybrid)

- Maybe asks if he’s *really* tired

- Nervous but happy

You and Tubbo had been laying in bed together, in thick silence, for the past five minutes. He’s so very nervous to touch you now, scared that some how he’ll mess this up and you’ll never want to sleep together again, scared, even, that this is only something his mind has conjured up, that you aren’t really beside him and that if he touches you It’ll all fall apart.

It takes another couple minutes before he finally breaks the silence, finally moves to lie on his side, finally breaks his thoughts and reaches out to hold you. With trembling hands, he embraces you, pulls you so gently to lay against him. It’s obvious he’s nervous, so painfully obvious really, but he can’t help it, he wants this, but so much has happened in the past that makes him so hesitant.

Nevertheless, he finally holds you, smiling shakily when you quickly embrace him in return. No words are exchanged, a silent agreement that you both wanted, needed, this moment, and now that it’s happening, it will not be broken by a word as you both are finally able to fall into a peaceful and content period of rest.

Y’all I’m back from the dead - I’m sorry.

I literally immediately lost the motivation to write once I said I was doing Flufftober 😭

My other Flufftober stuff:

#dreamsmp x reader #flufftober #x reader #tubbo x reader #cc! tubbo x reader #c! tubbo x reader #dsmp x reader #x y/n #cc!tubbo x reader #c!tubbo x reader

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imagines-babes · 1 year

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Header from Pinterest. Masterlist

Quackity

If you were dating _________

Prt 1, Prt 2, Prt 3

Headcanons (q!)

Prt 1

While We’re Young

After meeting y/n, I felt for them and they felt for me. Meeting them once again at a diner. I tried to take to her but they didn’t remember me one bit. (Movie: 51 dates)

Only (c!)

This has somethings to deal with las Nevadas lore. When c!quackity came back from seeing his ex-fiance. Ten seeing dreamxd saying the reader knows what's gonna happen next. To ether risk their life or to risk Charlie.

Curly Up & Die (c!dsmp)

Y/n always been there for him. But he would always give them a choice. After many decisions they have given up on each other. But they always go back to each other. (This lore is from c!Wilbur of the hitting on sixteen. And dash with other lore.)

Who is she? (c!dsmp)

He lost two people that day. Or so he thought.Dream revive y/n and Purpled tells you the reason you died is because of Quackity. So now it’s revenge.

Lovers

Only two hours till the wedding starts. Y/n starts to Remember everything before they said yes and smile at the memory

Lover Rock

Walking in his stream was something y/n would do. But now that he has been doing Spanish stream y/n wants to know how to speak Spanish.

Fall in Love with You. (c!qsmp)

After stealing from people around. Y/n decided to leave him a gift. But not putting their name only putting secret admire.

Perfectly Wrong (c!qsmp)

Many ups and down you two will always be back in the same bed together acting like a perfect couple.

Colorblind (q!Qsmp)

You are invited to Cellbit and Roier Wedding. I hope nothing bad happens or hope no one will be taken.

#x y/n #twitchstreamer #fanfic #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfiction #feral boys #dreamsmp #dtqk #quackity #quackity x y/n #quackityhq #quackity x reader #alex quackity #alex x reader #qsmp #qsmp quackity #c!quackity x reader #c!quackity

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calmthefuckdownalright · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request headcanons for a few different Wilbur versions (do whichever ones you’d like, please include Ghostbur tho) with a reader who likes to steal their sweaters/uniforms? Thank you!

A/N: We love some cute Fluff pieces 😁. I'm gonna do scenarios with HC bits under them instead of the usual HC format bc its just easier and more fun

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Ghostbur

"Y/N Darling have you seen my-" Ghostbur spots you on one of the counters of his brewery snuggled up with your knees to your chest and covered by a way oversized yellow sweater that obviously belongs to him.

"Oh hey Love." You wave at him with a sleeve covered palm. Your hand is no where to be seen under the yellow fabric and on top your knees, again completely covered by the sweater, is a book. A book stained with blue on the cover and scribble handwriting for the title.

"What're you doing down here?" Ghostbur smiled and stepped over a puddle to your side.

"Reading your potions recipes." You responded and tucked your chin under the sunshine colored wool.

"Are you cold?" He asked with a smile and you nodded. Ghostbur tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and moved an empty brewing stand so he could sit beside you and read out what words you couldn't read due to a smudge of blue dye or slip of his handwriting.

"Y/N?" Ghostbur poked his head into your room after you responded he could come in.

"Just back here Ghostbur." You called out and he followed your voice. You were sorting something and as he approached he recognized SEVERAL of his own clothes. Sweaters of differing shades of yellow and cool tans alone with a few sky blue ones he hardly wore.

"Is this where they've all gone?!" Ghostbur exclaimed with a bright smile. He slipped his arms around your waist from behind and hovered up to put his chin on your head.

"What? Your sweaters?" You smiled mischievously. "Yeah, I get cold at night so I stole a few and then a few turned into a few more."

"You could've come found me." Ghostbur pouted a little and you turned around and pulled him down to your level, giving him a kiss to the cheek.

"I know but you wander sometimes and come back smelling like the sewer. These sweaters always smell like you." You protested.

"Well if you're going to keep stealing them I'm gonna have tio ask you to let me see how you look in them." Ghostbur begged and tickled you until you gave in and gave him a front row seat to your own fashion show.

All the same pants but several upon several oversized sweaters with blue stains down the middle and flowers seemingly sprouting from some.

Ghostbur loves it when you wear his clothes in other words. He likes how you look so swallowed by them and how warm you seem. How happy.

He tries to stop wandering and smelling like the sewer when he comes back so that you snuggle him instead of stealing his clothes.

Don't get him wrong, he loves seeing you just walking around in one of his sweaters but the guy has to wear something.

Deep down I think he feels like you going in public in his sweaters is kind of like a mark of him. Like everyone knows your his now. Deep down I think Ghostbur likes that aspect as a reminder that he still is a fragment of Alivebur.

Speaking of....

Alivebur (Pogtopia Era)

Wilbur hung his head where he stood in front the Nether portal and sighed heavily. It was pointless to try and win L'manberg back. They were tied and doubts were creeping in. Poor Tommy. Wilbur thought of Tommy now and how crushed he would be if they lost their nation to Dream and Schlatt.

"Would that really be so bad?" Wilbur thought and surprised himself. L'manberg was his melody. His symphonic masterpiece.

"Wil? You alright in there?" Your voice snapped him back to the living world and he turned around to see you. His sweet Melody. You were his anchor. If not fight for Tommy or L'manberg then you.

"Woah Darling what're you wearing?" Wilbur chuckled as he spotted your attire. A black and orange jacket that engulfed your arms and bore the logo of what looked like a gas station pump.

"I found this in a chest and thought it looked warm. The draft was getting to me." You explained and held our your arms to reveal the sleeves much too long. "But I think it's a little big."

"Well obviously. Could you not tell it was mine?" Wilbur lifted the hanging sleeve and found your hand under the fabric. He made quick work to shoving his hand down the sleeve and intertwining it with your fingers. A chill ran across his own and he realized just how cold you were.

"Really? It is?" Wilbur examined the old thing and felt nostalgic of L'manberg and his first moments in this new place so far from his desert homeland. Of course he hadn't told you about Utah yet and didn't plan on it either.

"Yeah. Its got my initials on the tag and everything." Wilbur pointed our and pulled you close to him. "Though you can keep it. Old thing needs a new home anyway." Wilbur smiled and kissed you softly. Your free hand came and cupped his cheek with the sleeve limp against his face as well.

This made him smile. His beautiful Song engulfed in his jacket. A perfect picture untouched by the madness that crept in his heart.

"Darling why are you wearing that?" Wilbur asked with a sharp edge taking his voice to a lower level. You stood before him wearing his trench coat and a beanie the color of fresh blood over your ears and framing your face rather beautifully. Wilbur couldn't deny even now in his foul mood that you looked pretty.

"It's cold and my coat practically falls off my shoulders. Techno's potatoes aren't exactly the most filling thing." You responded and curled beside him under the oak tree he sat against.

It was raining and Wilbur was brooding. The ravine echoed horribly like a train was rumbling above them when it rained and it often conflicted with the rebellion leader's thoughts. (How ironic for the state of his future.)

"I'm sorry." Wilbur muttered and kissed your head absently.

"Do you mind me wearing your clothes?" You asked him shakily and Wilbur realized how pissed he must've sounded.

"Oh no! Not at all. As long as you're comfortable my love." Wilbur thought of his plan. His promise to Tommy if they lost and what would happen to him, to you both, after it was done. "I was just irritated at myself, I'm sorry for my tone."

"I know this is stressful Wil. Don't worry, we'll get L'manberg back." You said and rested your head against his shoulder.

"Promise me Darling that whatever happens to me you'll stay this optimistic." Wilbur laughed and you smiled faintly, sleep already taking you from his words.

Pog!Alivebur really doesn't mind. As long as you're safe and warm he doesn't care and actually encourages it. I don't have a lot else to say really.

He knows what's going to happen soon and just wants your last moments with him to be happy ones. Even if he is a brooding emo villain boy at the time.

Alivebur (L'manberg Era)

Wilbur crept through your cottage carefully. The night chirped with his footsteps as he avoided the creaky planks from the poor architecture. Once L'manberg was finally at peace he'd build you a real house with a cellar to keep all your fancy wines, or whatever you collected, and a shed out back for storage, and a porch that you could watch the sunset on next to him. For now though he had to focus on not waking you.

Wilbur poked his head into your room slowly and nearly tripped over himself as he stood up straight in the doorway. You didn't have any blankets and only one pillow that was bent to rest under your head and be held by your soft hands close to your chest.

For warmth you were snuggled under what appeared in the moonlit room as his uniform coat. The startling blue fabric encompassed you completely and Wilbur couldn't help but stare.

"Wil?" You muttered and only then did Wilbur realize he had walked over and was caressing your cheek gently as if it were porcelain.

"Y/N? Is that you?" Wilbur rubbed at his eyes and shuffled over the grass to your side. It was late and you couldn't sleep.

Ever since the war had been declared you hadn't felt safe going home so you were living in the van with your general boyfriend and his forever cooking potions.

"Did I wake you?" You clutched the coat that swallowed your body closely against the bitter night wind.

"No of course not. I just got colder than usual. " Wilbur kissed your temple and put his head on your shoulder. "Are you wearing my coat?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, I thought it would be chilly out here so I grabbed it. Do you want it back?" You begin to shrug off the blue fabric but a hand stops you abruptly.

"No No, you keep it. It's about time Dream sees who's side you're on." Wilbur smiles.

"Only yours Wilbur."

"That's just what I wanted to hear Darling."

He melts honestly. Ugh and when you take it off and it smells like you? Instant joy.

Wilbur is a man of passion and to see one of the things he's passionate about sporting one of his jackets or sweaters or whatever it just destroys him.

You've tried wearing his glasses a few times but that doesn't always work out bc he ends up not being able to see you all that well.

Simpbur

Wilbur didn't pay attention to his clothes a lot so you thought it'd be fine if you took one of his spare sweaters. Just one from the stash he kept at your apartment. Nothing serious and it wasn't like you were going to steal it forever, you were just cold and lonely now.

"Y/n, why are you wearing that?" A growl responded to the jump of your body to the sound of a creaking door.

Turns out his lack of attention to such objects does not decline their attachment value.

"I got cold. Sorry, you weren't home and I needed to work in the garden so a sweater seemed more practical than a blanket-"

"Why are you still talking? Of course it's fine, but if you're going to wear my clothes go out in them." Wilbur was clingy when he was home and was practically rubbing on you like a cat. "Show the world that you're mine." He uttered in your ear and a chill ran along your arms.

"Are you still cold? Why don't we go to bed early, or take a hot shower. It's been a long day darling, lets just spend the night together. You can wear my jumper and boxers if you'd like." Wilbur nuzzled your neck and you chuckled.

Wilbur was sweet like that. You'd do something you'd never done before and he'd basically get right on board with it like now.

"Wil you're gonna smother me!"

Simpbur is very encouraging about this kind of stuff. He adores you in his clothes and just wants to show the world that you're his for sure in such a way.

Might seem a little angry at first but really he's just kicking himself for not thinking of such a scenario in his head already, like damn. He's a creative musician madly in love and he didn't think of the most cliche couple thing ever? Ugh.

Revivebur

Revivebur wasnt exactly the most attentive partner after his second chance and for a while he wasn't around at all and you didn't so much as see a glimpse of his shadow around the SMP. Then one day when you're curled up in an old sweater you found laying around he barges back into your life like he hadn't just ignored you for half a year.

"Darling darling I am so so sorry I've been away, I've had to see everything since my revival and I just-" He stops dead in his theatrics and pauses on the moth bitten item of clothing you wear.

"What is that?" He asks. You look down at the fabric, analyzing the deep blue stain running down the middle and droplets of the same color right along the collar.

"An old sweater of yours. From when you were first here." You mutter and pull the sleeves over your hands in melancholy contentment.

"Take it off." Wilbur's voice demanded.

"Excuse me? You hardly have any authority to tell me what to do right now and much less to tell me, no to demand, that I remove a SINGLE article of clothing when you've hardly as much as looked my way since you earned your 'new lease on life!'" You were in Wilbur's face before you knew it and an incredulous look was on his own. A response quick on his tongue as he hissed.

"Darling, I know I've done you wrong but if you're going to wear my clothes its not going to be remnants of a weak and pitiful man that has been dead for nearly fifteen years." Wilbur was quiet in his words and his hands made quick work of keeping you close to his chest, his lips a ghost over the shell of your ear.

"There'll be plenty of time for the 'removing of clothing' as you put it, after we talk like civilized people."

"I loved that 'weak and pitiful man' and the ghost that replaced him. You are hardly a shell of what they were." You shit back. You thought Wilbur would be the same when you got the news of his new life. You should've read the clues of the ones who told you. The grave faces and sunken eyes, the grief and fear that laced their words like drugs in candy at a college party.

"You take that back." Wilbur growled and you pulled away from his tight grip.

"I'm going to talk to you Wilbur but I will not apologize until you prove yourself worthy of the same love I gave to Alivebur and Ghostbur." You stated and clung to the stained sweater. It didn't matter if the stain was the blood of the man before you or the one that died November 16th, this was Wilbur's sweater and it was all you had right now.

This was the only scenario I could really think of for Revivbur bc I've only been able to imagine him as very possessive and dismissed of his past selves, so yeah. Very aggressive and kind of *ahem* needy when he finally says hello to you.

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I know I know its not exactly "Stealing Clothing HC's" or whatever but I thought it was cute and fit the request. If you would like me to do it again but in a different way you're welcome to request that. I'm also not opposed to doing a specific HC bit for just one of the Bursonas if that is what some of you would enjoy as well.

Anyway, hope you all liked it. I know I said it would've been out yesterday but an emergency came up considering my Thanksgiving celebration and had to be addressed by moi.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone and see you all very soon 💛💙

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Woes of An Immortal

(C!Technoblade x Reader)

Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for 3k followers and I'm sorry this post came a little late! The vote to win was a one-shot with you all guessed it Technoblade. Enjoy the fluff, smut, and angst that comes with this fic.

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When Technoblade became immortal his father had told him of the woes that came with it, immortality was a curse, not a blessing. Technoblade would be forced to watch his loved ones and old friends die while he remained young forever. It wasn’t something easy to live with, the guilt he would experience would never truly go away. The curse came with what his father called the voices, they yearned for blood and emphasized he needed a strong will and mind to ignore them. At the time Technoblade didn’t care was young and naive only looking for the power that came with the idea of never dying. He believed he never would fall in love, who would love a piglin hybrid, he was antisocial and okay with living all on his own for eternity. He was okay with never-dying until he met you.

You were a simple girl in a village he was visiting, you resembled a greek goddess in the old history books his father had gifted him when he inherited immortality. He wasn’t one to fall in love simply based on looks, but it helped. You were in the town center children gathered around your legs as you read them stories. He had just finished tying up Carl when he noticed you were packing up to leave, he kept his eyes trained on you until he saw you were walking in his direction. Technoblade looked away immediately face burning from embarrassment, in his one hundred years of life this was the first time he felt butterflies in his stomach. He heard a soft hum behind him and there you were, god you couldn’t have been older than twenty, a baby compared to him.

“Are you new here?”

The question was innocent and held no ill intent, his tongue felt heavy as he nodded. You smiled warmly reaching your hand out to scratch under Carl’s chin, he tensed worried the voices would scream at him for you to stop. They were rather protective of his horse but to his surprise they were silent, he watched you pull a carrot from your bag, and Carl whinnied munching on the snack happily.

“Do you have a place to stay? My father runs an inn.”

“I’m here with my father I don’t know his plans. But thank you miss,”

“No problem. Well if he’s unsure, it’s on the corner just over there. I’ll even give you half-price rooms,” You batted your eyelashes at him, “I hope to see you before you leave.” He watched you wave your hand heading off towards the inn, he felt a large hand grip his shoulder. He glanced up at his father, he was a bit taller than Techno but looked the same age as he did when Technoblade was born. Scars littered his face, and his scruff had turned into a beard over the years. His one tusk was chipped and his red eyes were dull from years of exhaustion.

“Who was that?” His father’s voice was more profound than his own and Technoblade huffed slightly,

“Just some women,” Technoblade mumbled, his father watched his expression, raising his eyebrow.

“That’s the innkeeper’s daughter. (Y/n) I think her name is, young and pretty.”

“Don’t try it old man.” Technoblade scoffed shoving his father’s hand off his shoulder, “She’s way too young for you. For either of us.”

“Either of us you say? You mean you would’ve tried?”

Technoblade stopped dead in his tracks. Spinning on his heels, he turned to face his father, “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? She’s a pretty little thing.” His father made a womanly shaped figure with his hands, wiggling his eyebrows cheekily. “The children loved her,”

“Dad please.”

“You’re almost 25 Techno-”

“Only by human standards.”

“You’ve never dated a girl.”

“Dad-”

“Or guy!” Techno huffed clicking his tongue in distaste eyeing his father wearily and his father only chuckled in response. “Well, you’ll have a lot of time with her cause we’re staying with her and her old man.” Techno grunted pinching the bridge of his nose between his glasses, “It’s just until we make enough money to move to the next town.”

“Fine. But I don’t want you playing matchmaker or whatever the hell you plan on doing.”

“My lips are sealed, no matchmaking from your old man.”

But Techno knew the look in his eye, he’d seen it a thousand times before mischievousness and joy that Technoblade never inherited. He knew this was going to be a long trip if his father continued to act like a child. He only clapped Techno on the back and led him into the inn, he was surprised to see you sitting at the front desk with a notebook in front of you. You seemed to be drawing something, or maybe it was writing something he couldn’t tell. A soft bell rang as they stepped inside and you turned to greet them, he noticed a small flicker of pride in your eyes as you stared at him specifically. His eye twitched feeling frustration bubble up in his gut, you had no right to look at him like that like you’ve won some competition. His dad nudged him forward a smirk playing on his lips and Techno huffed “We’ve come to hopefully take you up on your offer from earlier. If it still stands.”

“Course it does. My father’s out at the moment but I can set you up.” You motioned for them to make their way over, Techno’s father went first and introduced himself,

“Orpheus. Techno’s father at your service I can cover the stay for both of us and we’ll have separate rooms please.”

“Father? Why you don’t look any older than he does! What’s your secret? My father's gonna kill you when he sees how young you look!”

Technoblade groaned as his dad laughed with what seemed to be pride, “Why thank you pretty lady that means a great deal. Techno takes after me you know,”

“Oh, I can tell.” You mused, “you’re both very handsome.”

Technoblade blushed, he knew he was blushing because he felt his cheeks and the tips of his ears burn hot with embarrassment. He shot his father a frustrated glare, “Ignore him. He’s an ass.”

“I don’t find him to be that much of an ass.” You laughed grabbing two pairs of keys from behind the desk before walking out from behind it. “Surprisingly I’ve dealt with worse customers, follow me to your rooms.” Both men followed after you, Orpheus headed into the room that was assigned to him bidding you and Technoblade a goodnight. Technoblade noticed you still standing beside him and cleared his throat awkwardly,

“Uh…thanks for the rooms…”

“Seriously it’s not a problem at all.” You hummed giving your head a cute tilt to the side, “can I ask you something?”

“Er…sure?”

“You looking for a stepmom?”

“HEH?” He knew his entire face was bright red and he felt jealousy bubble up in his gut unwillingly. You burst into hysterical laughter at his reaction and that only caused his face to burn hotter,

“I’m messing with you oh gosh! I didn’t know you’d be so easy to tease.” You smiled covering your leftover giggles with your hand. “You’re much more my type,”

“You’re bold…” He grunted nose scrunching in displeasure, although he didn’t feel that displeased with your comments.

“So I’ve been told, I’ve also been told it’s charming.”

“Whoever told you that is lying to you.”

You tossed your head back and laughed, shoulders bouncing up to your ears eyes filled with pure delight, “Sleep well Technoblade, and have pleasant dreams.” Technobalde watched with careful eyes as you headed off down the hall, he gave a small chuff in your direction. However he couldn’t help but watch your hips and ass sway as you disappeared from his view, he flushed turning away from your figure. God, every minute that passed Techno was turning more and more into his pervert of a father.

Technoblade awoke with a start, pupils shrinking as the smell of smoke filled his nostrils. There were terrified screams coming from outside the inn and a distinct sound of someone pounding on his bedroom door. “Technoblade! Open up there’s a raid outside in the village, get your sword and get up now!”

Technoblade was out of the bed like a shot, he didn’t have any time to put on armor, he just slid on his briefs and grabbed his sword storming out the door. “Dad!”

“What kid?” He turned to face Techno, his hair spread out all over the place eyes blazing red ready for the bloodbath. The words stay safe were on the tip of his tongue but instead, he said,

“Where’s the (Y/n)?”

“Somewhere in the fray. Find her and keep her safe.”

Those were the words Technoblade needed to hear before he burst into action. As soon as he demolished the front of the inn the screams were only getting louder and more frantic. Blood littered the streets and the doors of the village and Techno felt his vision narrowing desperately searching for you and you only. He heard another shout and managed to block an incoming attack from a pillager the stopped his ax’s swing halfway with the blade of his sword before running the man through. Blood splattered his chest and face as he pulled the blade out and with a sickening thud, the man fell to the ground. “Mama help!” The voice of a young girl shrieked he turned and saw her cornered by the giant creature known as a Ravager. Before Technoblade moved a blur flew passed him sending loose locks of hair across his face, the smell of strawberries and cedar entered his nostrils and the only thing on his mind was you. He watched as you unceremoniously threw a rock at the beast, it huffed steam pouring out of its nose.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!” Your voice was like a knife as it cut through the pandemonium around you, the creature turned to face you and it gave the girl time to run away in the direction of her family. It stomped its hoof against the ground its voice was a mix of many different animal snarls and you reeled back, Techno saw the panic settling across your face. As soon as Technoblade moved towards you the beast began to charge, your body locked up in panic and fear as a response. Luckily Techno reached you before the monster did and curbed its attack with a swift slice across the side of its face. The Ravager screamed bloody murder turning its sights on Technoblade officially, Technoblade turned to you, his eyes a blazing red,

“Run.”

His voice didn’t even sound like his in his own ears, it was the first time he heard them so mad, the voices all shouting to kill the creature in front of him.

“Come back to me.” You stated sternly grabbing him by the pants and pressing a kiss to his lips, it was quick and he almost couldn’t process it with everything going on around him. You were gone from his body like smoke in the wind, and Technoblade could solely focus on the monster who was in front of him.

“Alright you freak” he grinned flashing his teeth, “Bring it on.”

~~~

After that the two of you were joined at the hip, Technoblade and his father saved the village and were always welcome there anytime they happened to be in this direction. The village also said they could get any supplies they wanted for an amazing discount, which they both took advantage of without argument. Techno more often than not found himself not going on hunts with his father unless it was necessary and instead spent most of his time by your side. He helped you in the inn, even though he was less than personable to many patrons trying to get rooms he did have amazing stories to keep the patrons who frequented the bar on the edge of their seats. He also had a great habit of convincing you to slack off from your duties leaving most of it to your father, who could only bite his tongue because his daughter had caught the eye of the village hero.

“Techno not right now…”

“Are you not on your break?”

“I am but-”

“Then come on no one’s gonna know.” He mused pulling you close by the hips leg expertly slotting in between them making you shiver against his thigh. “Have a little faith in my ability to please you,” He purred nipping and kissing along the column of your neck.

‘Need. need. Need. want. Want. want.’ Now that the two of you were offical the voices had started referring to you as Techno’s and he was just realived they all could agree on something for once.

“Fine…you horny bastard. But you only have until my breaks over!”

“I can make that work,” He pulled you into the storage closet somehow being able to keep his lips interlocked with your own. You moaned sofly against his lips as his hands found your butt giving it a squeeze before lifting you up against the wall. Your legs instinctively went around his waist only serving to pull him closer to your flushed body, your breathing hitched as his tongue entered your mouth only briefly battling for dominance. You let Techno take over rather quickly his one hand began sliding up your waist and landing on the swell of your breast giving it a tight squeeze. He felt you moan at the sensation against his lips and he pulled away from you a string of saliva connecting the both of you, you whimpered and began to unbuckle his pants, he hoisted you a little higher so he could shimmy them down his waist. You purred sofly leaning forward to kitten nip and lick at his neck, he grunted feeling your legs tighten around him, he thanked the gods that you mostly wore skirts and dresses cause all he had to do was hike up the dress to your hips. “Hm?” He panted his hand poking and prodding at your entrance, “You’re already so wet for me? I barely touched you.” He snickered as his fingers disappeared into your folds you let out a needy groan head tossing back against the wall with a soft thud.

“Hm…Techno more…” You panted pupils blown wide and hazy, “Add another so I can take you…”

“Yes ma’am.” He purred adding another finger and curling it against the tight spongy-ness of your core. You moaned his name breath hitching in between the moans and he’s never felt more turned on in his life. “Yeah? You like that?” You only groaned louder your walls fluttering rythmically and tight around his fingers.

“I’m close.” You whimpered panting loudly,

“You ready?”

“Hmhm.” He watched with glee as you bobbed your head eagerly, as soon as he got confirmation he sheathed himself inside your folds. You both moaned, his head fell onto your shoulder as he panted against your wet skin.

“God, you feel so good baby…so tight.” He snapped his hips and your moans began to echo off the walls of the room. “It’s like your pretty little pussy was made by the gods just to take me, so good.” Techno continued to growl in your ear nipping and biting at the skin there as he sang praises to you like a mantra. “S-shit-” His eyes shot wide open taking you full force as you began to clench and spasm around him, you shouted his name as you came and he wasn’t that far behind. He stayed inside you for a moment or two longer before you kissed the side of his head,

“Gotta get back to work…I’m ruined…”

“Hm good. You’ll think of me all shift,” He mused setting you on the ground watching your mixed fluids run down your legs before you let the dress fall covering up the mess successfully.

“You’re an ass.” You grumbled opening the door to the broom closet with a huff,

“You love me.” He spoke without really thinking, it was the first time he ever said it to anyone let alone you, you looked back over at him with surprise. He winced slightly, “er…sorry-” You cut him off with a kiss,

“I love you too…” You flushed slyly before scampering off back to your job at the inn he felt his heart clench.

You really were just too adorable.

~~~

A letter arrived on his desk by a crow, Techno always kept the window of his study open he liked the fresh air to filter through his stuffy office. The crow let out a caw jumping around a little as Techno took the letter from his leg. He recognized it as one of Phil’s crows almost immediately and tore the letter open with his nails, he grunted a little feeling weight on his leg. He looked down to see his daughter clinging to his pant leg, all smiles and a toothy grin. “Now just what do you think you’re doing nugget?” He mused picking her up by the back of her shirt, she giggled loudly as he plopped her in his lap. Holly had your hair and face shape but she was gifted with Technoblade’s red and black eyes as well as her pointed ears.

“Mama wanted me to come to get you! She said it’s almost time for dinner,” she hummed nuzzling into his chest, his face softening considerably.

“Tell her I’ll be in, in a minute alright? I just have some last-minute work to do, tell her your Uncle Phil sent a letter.”

“Okay, Papa. Love you!”

“Love you to nugget.” He hummed watching as she squirmed off his lap and disappeared through the door. Techno released a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding in as he unfolded the letter, his eyes scanned over the ink and he felt his jaw tensing at every word. Phil was practically begging for Techno to head North to help his eldest son Wilbur, apparently the man had gotten himself kicked out of his own country by a dictator. Wilbur and his young companion seek to overthrow this new form of government and need Technoblade's help. A favor for an old friend. His past accomplishments spread that far, he was always known to be calculated, cold and ruthless, but he was younger than. He didn’t have anything to live for, no weaknesses, now, however…he looked up to see you standing in the doorway brow creased in stress.

Even worried you still looked ethereal to him, motherhood and age had taken to you kindly. So far your mortal body had barely any grey hairs and you were still as agile and lively as you were when you first met him all those years ago. “Holly said it was Phil?”

“I need to leave by tomorrow.” He hated the way his voice shook, he had to clear his throat before continuing, “He’s cashing in a favor…”

“Then Holly and I will come with you, we’ll pack up our things and-”

“No. No, you can’t come.” Technoblade stood from his desk taking your hands in his own, they were always so small. He cradled them gently as a deep frown settled across your lips, “It’s going to be a revolution. If you and Holly get wrapped up in it who knows what you’ll be used for it’s too dangerous.” He kissed the top of your head in hopes to soothe you, he could smell your anxiety and could practically hear your thoughts spinning. “It won’t be too long…I promise to get you as soon as it’s safe and I’ll send crows to you every single moment I get. You…probably shouldn’t send any back though…in case they’re intercepted.”

“Techno, what if we lose you and I never know? What if something happens here? I can’t lose you not to something like this, just because you’re immortal doesn’t mean you can’t be killed.”

“Sweet Thing.” He tutted a smirk resting on his features, “Technoblade never dies remember?”

“You’re such an ass.”

“Yeah but I’m your ass.” He snickered capturing your lips in a kiss, and he felt heat like an ignition curl in his gut. His hands reached around to squeeze your ass and you let out the cutest squeal,

“Techno not now! Holly’s waiting for us for dinner!” You scolded hitting him lightly on his broad chest, he chuckled softly watching your cheeks puff in frustration.

“Hm…not now,” He mused trailing kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, he felt you shiver beneath his hand. “But tonight. I won’t get to taste you in lord knows how many weeks after today, you’re all mine once Holly is put to sleep.” He could smell the arousal coming off of you in waves and he smirked against your neck, “Yeah sweet thing? Sound good?”

“Yes…” You whispered quietly face as red as blood,

“Good girl.”

When morning came you didn’t want to let Techno out of bed, “Princess I need to go.” He sighed as you buried your face deeper into his chest, you were still stark naked, body covered in bruises and bite marks for last night's escapades.

“Just stay here with us…”

“I wish I could. I need to say goodbye to Holly, she was devastated when we told her.”

“You are her favorite.”

“I am not.” Technoblade huffed although a bit of pride swirled in his chest, he caught you giving him a look. “Maybe a little, but she’s a daddy’s girl I couldn’t ask for anything better!”

“Yeah…yeah. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled sadly brushing hair away from your face, “I’ll write every day.”

“Swear?”

“I swear.” Technoblade noticed the furrow in your brow wouldn't disappear and he placed his large hand on your cheek. “What’s wrong…other than me leaving that is.”

“Depending on when you return I’m not…I won’t look the same. I’ll be older…What if you don’t recognize me?”

“Even if I’m gone for years I’ll always recognize you. You’re my wife it’s not your beauty that wormed its way into my heart it was your personality. I told you when we got married that even though I’m immortal you’ll always have my soul until the day you die.” He kissed your forehead softly, “Plus I love me an older woman.” “Okay time to leave.” You huffed and he chuckled fondly peppering your face in light kisses, “Send me a letter as soon as you can.”

“Of course. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

~~~

Trust was always something Technoblade valued, he’s been away from his wife and daughter for years now. Only sending letters and never getting anything in return was slowly killing him, however, he finally began to believe he was safe on the far outskirts of what was once known as L’manburg. His execution came and went and he showed those who were after him that he was never to be trifled with nor was anything he held dear. He felt like it was finally safe for you and Holly to be by his side forever, the only problem was Tommy. This kid was now living with him and Technoblade was beginning to see him as an apprentice, he had always emphasized how important trust was with the boy. He showed him his Wither Skull bunker and that seemed to get the point across and Tommy was much more forthcoming with the hybrid.

“Tommy pack your stuff we’re going on an adventure, I got one more secret to show you.”

“Oh fuck yeah!” Tommy seemed more excited about the idea of an adventure than whatever the secret Techno had. “When are we leaving? It's been so boring here lately! All the training has been b-o-r-i-n-g!” He punctuated by throwing an arm around Technoblade’s shoulders, the hybrid shoved him off with a huff.

“Sorry for wanting you to be able to protect yourself.”

“Sorry for wanting you to be able to protect yourself.” Tommy mimicked wiggling his fingers,

“You know maybe I won’t take you with me-”

“Big man! Big man come on I was kidding! Don’t be like that!”

“We’re leaving at dawn. You’re in charge of packing the food and water for yourself understand? I’ll let you borrow one of my horses.”

“Carl?”

“Absolutely not.”

The morning rolled around and it was Tommy who was up and awake first, on occasion Tommy reminded him of Holly, even if it has been a few years since he saw his daughter. They both had the same energy at times and maybe that’s why Techno always had an odd sort of soft spot for the blonde boy. Technoblade got both of their horses set up and put the saddlebags on making sure to fill it with enough rations for the both of them because knowing Tommy he probably wouldn’t listen to Technoblade’s instructions. Tommy was beside him with his turtle shell helmet on top of his head and the ax of peace was strapped securely to his back. They set off due South, every so often Technoblade would look at the sky to make sure they were going in the proper direction. Even though he hadn’t been to your village in years he still knew the way there like the back of his hand.

After all, Technoblade never forgot a place that held such meaning.

It took them about a full day to get there, the moon was rising in the sky as they approached the village. Tommy’s face was set into a frown his eyebrows raised practically into his forehead, “So…is this a pit stop for the night or?”

“Nah this is it.”

“Er…I hate to break it to you but this is just like any old village? What’s so special about a dumb village? They got like epic trades or some shit?” Techno rolled his eyes hopping off Carl and tying him safely to a fence post and motioned for Tommy to do the same, his young companion did the same with a little trepidation.

“Come on I’ll show you,” Technoblade began to walk through the rows of houses the villagers who were awake seemed to stop and grin at the very sight of the hybrid. Hushed whispers began to filter through Tommy’s ears and he subconsciously pressed himself closer to Techno,

‘Is that Techno?’

‘No way he hasn’t aged a day!’

‘Someone tell (y/n)!’

Tommy wasn’t sure who this ‘(y/n)’ person was but ran into Technoblade’s back as he suddenly stopped short. They were standing in front of a cottage, beautiful vines wrapped around the wood and it seemed like wisteria were growing. You always loved to garden and the house looked beautiful, even more, beautiful than when he left it. The door swung open and before them was a young, teenage girl her (h/c) hair was pulled into two twin braids little tusks poked out from her bottom lip. Her eyes seemed to swell up with tears a pout settled on her face, Tommy looked between the girl and Techno and his stomach flipped the resemblance was uncanny.

“Hey Nugget…” The girl made a noise launching herself at Technoblade, Tommy moved quickly to grab his sword but paused seeing Technoblade wrap his arm tightly around the girl. She was sobbing and Technoblade kissed all over the side of her head, looking at her more gently than he’s ever looked eat everyone. “I missed you…”

“I missed you too dad…”

Tommy blanched, “Did she just say, dad?! Techno man what the fu-”

Techno didn’t seem to be listening to Tommy because an older woman appeared in the doorway, the late thirties or early forties at most, her hair was speckled with grey but she was still beautiful. Her eyes were as wide as saucers an apron was tied around her waist, “Technoblade?”

“Princess!” Techno let out an almost wet laugh charging to the door and wrapping you in his arms. Your scent was the same cedar and strawberries he almost cried smelling it on your skin, you were just as beautiful as he remembered you being. “I’m home…” Now she did begin to cry, weep openly in fact, she pulled away smashing her lips against Techno’s who gave a soft groan of pleasure. How he missed the feeling of your lips on his own, he wanted to sweep you off your feet and kiss you senseless but his daughter and friend were watching. He rested his forehead against your own, he Tommy was cursing like a disgusted sailor behind him but he didn’t care, he only cared about your voice.

“Safe? Are we finally safe?”

“Yes, sweetpea. We are safe.” Technoblade whispered softly before pulling away completely, “Tommy come here.” Techno waved the boy over, he hesitantly walked towards the two aware of the teenager following behind him. “Tommy this is my wife (Y/n) and our daughter Holly,” He introduced and Tommy’s jaw went slack, “Sweetpea this is Tommy, my apprentice.”

“You have a wife and you never told me! A wife! Am I the only one without a wife!” He practically shrieked, “And you have a kid? What the fuck Technoblade! How?! Why?” Tommy looked at you in awe, “this one really? What the living fuck! Who else knows about this!”

“Just Phil and now you.”

That seemed to stun the blonde into silence, “Only me and Phil?”

“Phil and I.” Holly corrected with a cute twitch of her ears, Tommy glared at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“Holly be polite.” You scolded softly opening your arms and wrapping Tommy in a hug, he made a sound of stress blinking a few times, “Welcome to the family Tommy.” He grew stiff in your hold before letting out a shaky breath and hugging you back in return, he held on probably a little longer than necessary.

“Thank you…” He whispered against your neck before pulling away with a cough, “It’s nice to meet you wife and child of Technoblade.”

“The pleasure is ours, please come in I just finished making dinner. There’s more than enough to go around, I never could break the habit of cooking for three.” You laughed softly feeling Technoblade’s hand on your back grounding you to the moment, “Do you like steak?”

It took Tommy a moment to register she was talking to him, “Er yeah. Sounds good to me, I’m not one to complain about free food.”

“Potatoes just the way you like it too Techno.”

“You’re such a saint,” He breathed leading you through the door and everyone else followed behind the husband and wife duo. Tommy looked around the small cottage taking in everything that involved Technoblade in his earlier years, before L’manburg before the war. He fell back and watched as Holly took her seat at the table, and Techno sat beside her it’s when he could really take in the resemblance between the self-proclaimed blood god and his daughter. You were cooking on the stove smiling to yourself, he still couldn’t believe he was hiding an entirely new life and one that was so domestic. “Tommy. Take a seat. You look like you’re going to shit your pants.”

“Language.” Holly hummed and Techno let out a disgruntled ‘heh’ in response to his own daughter's scolding. Tommy snickered sitting on the other side of Technoblade turning to you,

“So I have to ask how good is Techno in bed?”

“Tommy!” Technoblade snarled face glowing red, you only laughed in response to his question,

“You’re a troublemaker aren’t you?” You mused setting dinner down in front of him, and Tommy scoffed

“Nah I’m a basically a saint lady. Don’t I just radiate angelic innocence?”

“You radiate something all right,” Techno grunted, and this time it was Holly who snickered clearly enjoying the bickering.

After dinner, you helped Tommy set himself up in the guest room, which he was very much grateful for, loudly declaring that you two love birds and keeping the volume down before disappearing. Techno’s arms immediately snaked around your waist squeezing you tightly, lips and trailing down your neck tenderly. He felt your neck vibrate as you let out a pleased and breathless hum, “Bed?”

“Absolutely.”

Once the two of you were secure and safe inside the room Technoblade allowed himself to finally fully relax in the presence of his once own home. He glanced over at you and felt himself smiling, mostly due to the fact that you haven’t stopped smiling since he arrived back here. “Come here, Sweet Thing.” He opened his arms and you fell into them, “We’ve both had quite the adventure huh?”

“Shut up and hold me…”

He chuckled running his hands through your hair, “It looks good all salt and peppery I like it.” You pulled away to glare up at him, he noticed the wrinkles by your eyes and lips and felt his heart swell with adoration. “What? I do you’re aging like a fine wine. I love it age looks good on you. Just like pregnancy did- Ow don’t hit me!”

“You’re just as horny as when I left. Age didn’t do you well it seems, you didn’t mature at all.” You scoffed but your voice was light and airy, showing no real malice and Techno’s grin only widened.

“I’d argue I’m hornier because we’ve both had quite the dry spell, a few years now right?” He teased and he watched you flush pink. His hands were already on your ass giving it a playful squeeze, “unless, of course, you’ve been a naughty little girl hm?”

“Of course not.” You answered quickly, “you’re my husband. You’re the only one for me, I love you.” He felt his heart swell immensely hearing those three words and he captured your lips in a kiss and he sighed softly against them. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him flush he awkwardly backed up his legs hitting the bed before pulling you down on top of him.

“You’re coming home with me. You and Holly, it’s safe I’m never going to be without you again. Neither of you girls. Phil, Tommy, and I will protect you I’d trust them with my life.”

“Promise me.” You whispered lips hovering above his own, “That we’ll be with you for the rest of our lives?”

“I swear it,” Technoblade assured, hands cupping your cheeks, “We will spend the rest of our lives by one another's side.” He groaned once more as your lips connected with his own, he really couldn’t believe how touch-starved he was without you by his side. “You’re so hot seriously, you’re like a sexy mom.”

“I am a sexy mom.” You snorted as he broke the heated kiss with the comment,

“Yeah but I feel like I’m like you’re my friend's mom and we’re home from school and me and you are having a scandalous relationship-”

“You’re disgusting.” You sat upon his hips throwing your head back in laughter, he smiled bringing his lips to your neck nipping at your jugular.

“MILF.”

“You’re a child.” You snorted letting out a small whine as he dragged his tusks down the collum of your neck, “Techno…”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me?”

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” He purred.

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It wasn’t long after you returned with Tommy and Technoblade when you fell ill for the first time, neither you nor Holly seemed used to the cold atmosphere where he made his home. It remind Techno how fragile you were and he fretted over you like a nervous parent would a toddler. You assured him it was just the flu and you’d be recovered in no time, you were right as usual and you soon adapted to the cold. Holly fell in love with her new home, she especially liked to spend time with Uncle Phil and Techno’s new neighbor Ranboo. As the years went by no one dared to mess with him or his happy little family, especially after the SMP got word of what Technoblade did to Quackity when he kidnapped Techno’s horse. They couldn’t even begin to imagine what Techno would do to someone who harmed his wife or child they would shiver at even the thought of the repercussions. As the years grew Techno remained the same age, the same looking he watched the world around him grow and change while he and Phil remained the only constants. He watched as Holly grew into a lovely young woman, with a knack for adventuring and getting into trouble with Ranboo, Tommy and Tubbo. She was just as reckless as Technoblade was at her age which was saying a lot, he felt like he always had to have one eye out for her which was hard to do when he had the other eye trained on you. Your hair had finally went fully white and it matched the snow outside their home, but you still held your smile and the light in your eyes. However, he couldn’t help but fret over you, it was clear your body was growing weaker and weaker as the years continued to tick by.

Then you got sick.

Not like the flu, this one swept you all too quickly one winter leaving you throwing up and coughing blood up into tissues in a way like Techno had never seen before. Phil and he tried all sorts of healing potions but nothing seemed to work, you only grew worse until you could barely get out of bed. Phil had whispered to Techno that night that he needed to prepare to lose you a little sooner than he expected. Techno felt his heart shatter at the idea, they didn’t have enough time together. He fell into a spiteful rage bubble in his gut, not at you but at the gods for cursing you with the ability to age. Cursing the gods of time that so much of his had to be spent away from you and his daughter, it wasn’t fair. You were still so young…weren’t you? He had stopped counting, as the numbers increased it only made worry and anxiety churn in his gut. Maybe he should’ve kept better track, if he did maybe he would’ve caught the illness more quickly and you would still be okay.

“Mate you need to go be with her…” Phil interrupted his self-destructing thoughts, “You should spend however long you have left with her by her side and smiling.”

Death was never easy, not for anybody but especially not for an immortal. As he held his lover's hand, he watched her eyes close peacefully, her white hair framed her face like a halo. He took in her appearance, smile lines, and forehead wrinkles, but she kept her love and her sharp wit throughout their life. He thought back on the many times as he got older that you told him he should move on but he never did. You were his soulmate, his lover, and his person. The child the both of you made was in the other room weeping softly, but he wanted- no needed- to stay with his wife.

“It’s okay…we’re all here you can let go now sweet thing. My beautful, princess.”

A whisper like a butterfly's breath was all it took for you to go. He watched her breathing slow, the breaths were long until they finally came to a stop. It didn’t stop the tears from falling, fat and wet down his cheeks. He wished he could’ve died with you, he would’ve given up everything for you. He would’ve fought even the strongest Gods if it meant he could have even one more night by your side. He felt his body shaking as he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, you were older physically but to him, you were still the same you from all those moons ago. It was then he realized his father had been right all along.

Immortality was a curse.

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theredflagsjustlooklikeflags · 2 years

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Discipline (Yandere! C! Dream X Reader)

TW: toxic relationships, delusional mindset and yanderes

Dream was irritated. It was a long day. He had to deal with the problem child, Tommyinnit and his patience was becoming thinner by the minuete.

At least, he’d be back to his beloved soon. As Dream was making his way through the woods, he fantized what his return to the cottage would be like.

The masked man would slowly knock on the door twice. Then, (Reader) would swing it open, sporting a glowing smile. Dream’s face would immediately light up when he sees their contagious grin.

After, (Reader )would wrap their arms around his neck while he gently grabs onto their hips. He would take off his mask and then the two would then close the space between them.

He was knocked out of his delusions when he spotted (Reader) standing at the door with their desperately grasping the bottom of their shirt. Their gaze was fixed to the ground.

The man shook his head. What the hell where they doing out out of the cottage? He told them they weren’t allowed to step foot outside unless he was there. (Reader) was far to fragile.

He approached them in a hurry. His boots echoing on the ground. (Reader)’s head shot up.

Anger was present in their eyes. Why are they angry. He should be the one that’s angry. Dream should be enraged. How dare they disobey him, after everything he’s done for them.

His eyes narrowed as he towered over them.

“Dream.” (Reader) spoke as they stalked up to him with an intense glared present on their face. “Wh-“

“Get back inside.” He whispered in a tone so calm that it was eerie.

“No.” They stood their ground. He then leaned down and whispered

“(Reader), I’ll only say it once. Get your ass back in the cottage or their will be consequences.” He scolded them like one would a child.

“Fuck you.”

Dream’s lips formed a little smirk at their words. This was gonna be good. He thought he needed a break after dealing with To my, but maybe he truly craved was this.

“What did you say?” He said this while slowly advancing towards them.

(Reader)’s rage quickly morphed into fear as they backed up back inside the house.

Once he was in the house, Dream tore off his mask. He then, locked the door.

People needed discipline to stay discipline. Whether that be someone like Tommy or someone like (Reader). Dream needed to teach them. He needed to teach the world that no one talks back to him.

No one.

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dreamsmpimagnes · 9 months

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Hello! Is it possible to get c!Tubbo general relationship headcannons? :DD

(If not then I'd like some platonic ones!)

Y'all, I can n o t believe I left this blog for dead for ages

c!Tubbo General Relationship Headcanons

He's been through a lot of changes, mostly negative ones, so, even in his young age, he knows that he wants someone who can be mature and dependable, someone who has his back regardless of what's going on

When you first became friends, he didn't know that you would end up being that for him, but after you spend quite a bit of time together and you both grow closer, it became more evident that you would

Because he's always caught up with running a country or, unfortunately, in a war, he never asks you on a date or to be his partner

That means you're the one who asks him out, and with some light reassurance that you'll be there for him regardless of the circumstance, he accepts your offer

After you two start dating, things are quite slow

He first tests the waters lightly before jumping into the romantics, making sure that the relationship is something that you both really want

Once you both find yourselves more comfortable dating, his favorite way to spend his time is to just be in your presence

Because of that, he typically prefers coffee/tea dates or, if it's warm, picnics, on the rare occasion though, he'll prefer something like a movie at home, really whatever you'd like as long as it's mildly secluded (he's not a huge fan of being around a lot of people)

Regarding affection, because he's a ram hybrid, a way he'll express his affection is to lightly butt his horns against you, typically on your shoulder or back

Speaking of his horns, because the flora in the land is a very important part of his town's culture, he'll often request your help in rapping strings of garland around his horns (he'd like if you wore a crown or something similar made of the plant when you're visiting as well)

On a different note, you often find yourself talking him down way too late from a project or new plans so he can actually get some sleep

This busy body is just so caught up in leading his town that he forgets to sleep properly

Typically Ranboo would only have a half successful chance of getting him into a bed to sleep more than a couple hours a night, but with you, all you have to do is sweet talk him into it and offer a place next to you

He's quite thankful that the late freezing nights in Snowchester are spent with him cuddled up next to your side, your hand buried in his hair

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sspookayy · 2 years

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"Your Majesty" // C!Technoblade x reader

Chapter 2

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This is posted on my Wattpad SSpookayy as well

Female pronouns used!

Words: 2k+

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Description-

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"Would you say it's wrong to kiss you before we wed?"

"I think it's best to find out"

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Chapters- | 1 |

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After a few days for the messenger to travel across the land of the overworld and the Nether, going through harsh weathers and sometimes thieves was always proven to be difficult but within a few days he had made it to the Nether Fortress.

A man of many names sat upon a large dark throne, the crown that sat atop his head unbothered by the white porcelain mask carved with a smile. He hummed a tune to himself waiting for the seconds to pass by, anticipating who would walk through the large dark doors. The air was warm and hot and smelled of ash, anyone from the overworld couldn't bare to live here in what was almost considered to be hell amongst the humankind that lived in their perfect houses with their fresh clean air.

The King brought his eyes to attention as his guards opened the large doors in front of him, the messenger emerging out from them to stand in front of him, taking a bow of respect. "If I may, your majesty," the young messenger asked, "You may" the masked king permitted for him to speak. The messenger stood back up straight and reached into his bag to pull out a scroll, before unraveling it and clearing his throat to speak, "From the Phibarin Kingdom, your Majesty Philza wishes to inform you that his eldest daughter has accepted the marriage proposal and that a ball shall be thrown in the honor and celebration of the couple's engagement, that is if King Dream of the Nether Fortress accepts these conditions" the messenger rolled his scroll back up and put it in his bag before bringing out a new paper and quill, prepared to write the majesty's Dreams response.

Dream smiled under his mask, he was thrilled with the idea of their nations finally coming together through the marriage of yn and his highest warlord Technoblade. "I accept the conditions and shall send my embassy of people to attend in my place, as I would love to attend but duties for my kingdom come first. The embassy shall consist of my councilor Bad, and my general George, along with (Y/N)'s courter of course" the messenger had finished writing and rolled up the scroll before placing it in his bag, he took a bow before turning around and exiting out the large doors. Dream remained on his throne, a large smile spread across his face.

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The kingdom was hectic, maids everywhere cleaning and even Niki off doing lots of work, musicians practicing and the chefs making sure everything they had was there for the time the ball would come.

Just a few days ago your kingdoms messenger had returned with the news that the embassy would be arriving within a few short days, which means the entire kingdom, including citizens, would have to prepare for their arrival. Your father spent most of his time with his staff making sure the ballroom was perfectly decorated, Tommy spent most of his time outside so he would stay out of the way. But for you, you had the most things to do and prepare for, after all this was your ball for your engagement.

You were in the study hall with Miss Alyssa and Ranboo, practicing the most important part of the ball, ballroom dancing. Ranboo had finished with his gardening very early at dawn so he was free to help whomever he can, and being one of the only free males at the time Miss Alyssa had drug him into the room to help you with dancing. "Now remember yn, Ranboo leads you. Posture straight and eye contact is always important." Miss Alyssa tapped your brother Tubbo's shoulders, who was helping you with dance practice, to signal him to resume the tune he was previously playing on the piano.

Ranboo put a hand on your waist and gently took your other hand to hold it up as your other hand rested on his shoulder, you straightened your posture and looked Ranboo in the eyes as a signal for him to start the dance. Ranboo nodded his head and began to move his feet and dance to the beat. You steadied your breathing, trying to concentrate on his movements so you wouldn't step on his feet with your heels. The melody was soft but strong, Tubbo had always had a talent for the art form, learning how to play at a very young age. Ranboo started to pick up speed as the tune began to speed up, moving and swaying faster which made it harder to keep up with him.

You knew what was coming up, the dip, this is something that the both of you had kept failing. Either Ranboo would accidentally drop you or you would bring him down with you and you would both fall to the ground. While it may have been funny to the both of you, including Tubbo, Miss Alyssa didn't find it as funny as the three of you did. Especially since you were a representation of her teachings and methods, it was up to you to make her look good. The moment came, it was time for the dip, Ranboo spun you once before bringing you close, bringing you down into the dip. This time you miraculously succeeded, maintaining the position for several seconds before Ranboo lifted you back up and took several steps back for him to bow to you and you returning the favor with a curtsy. "Well done, that was better than the last few tries" Miss Alyssa praised you and Ranboo. Tubbo had gotten up from the piano stool to stand next to Miss Alyssa, "I suppose that's enough for today, both of you will come back tomorrow for more practice, the ball is only a few days away so you must be prepared to the best of your capabilities." Miss Alyssa had sent the three of you off, Ranboo returning to the garden for some final touches, and Tubbo off to go find where Tommy went, leaving you alone.

You had hurried off to do your other duties, such as gown fitting, making sure that the dress you would wear would fit you perfectly. Niki was with you the whole time helping you pick a fine ballgown. You scanned through the different dresses and had your heart set on finding one that would be the finest of emerald green, not only your father's favorite color but the color of your kingdom.

Minutes passed of scanning the dresses, most of them either being the wrong color but some just not suiting your taste, Niki not being able to find any that you liked either. The seamstress tried to help by making some suggestions and even saying that she could alter pre-existing dresses that you've already seen. Pulling back one dress after the other you stopped on one that particularly caught your eye, it was the exact color you wanted and the small detailed prints were what you loved. You pulled it out of the bunch to get a better look at the finer details. "Oh that's a fine one, it would look lovely on you" the seamstress spoke in awe; Niki had looked over and a smile illuminated her face "That's a wonderful dress!" she exclaimed. You handed the dress off to Niki so the seamstress could help take your current dress off, afterwards Niki helped you into the newfound dress. Closing your eyes so the 2 ladies could straighten it and fix it up for you, plus you wanted to see what you looked like as a surprise.

Hours passed of the seamstress working on the dress, tightening it, and restitching so that it would fit and complement your form completely. "Well, I'm sure that this is the best it can get" The seamstress spoke while smoothing out your dress, "Open your eyes!"

You hesitated for a moment before finally opening them, and what you saw took your breath away. It was gorgeous; it made you feel confident, delicate but sharp, it made you feel like a queen.

"It's amazing." your breath was almost taken away, you were 100% your father would love it. You could feel your stomach start to get fuzzy as the thought of your new fiance came up, you hoped to the gods he would like it, your face started to get warmer at the thought. "What are you thinking about?" Niki perked up with the question, you snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of her soft voice. "Oh uh... nothing. It's just this dress is so beautiful" you tried to playoff and even though Niki's expression looked like she wasn't buying it she simply ignored it. Niki and the seamstress helped you out of the dress and back into the one you were wearing before so you could continue your day.

You and Niki were walking down the hallway when Tommy crossed your path, "Father said he wants you in the throne room, Wilbur is arriving soon" He huffed out with his shrill voice. A smile spread across your face as you picked up your pace, almost running to the throne room. Pushing the large doors open with force you spotted your father talking to your older brother Wilbur who must have just arrived earlier than Tommy said. Laughing with joy you ran to him, almost tackling him into a tight hug, "Oh it's been ticks since I've seen you!" You practically squealed. Wilbur held onto you tightly, you two had always been the closest, "I've missed you so much!" he yelled. You both pulled away from each other, you stared at him a bit noticing small changes and details in his appearance, he looked so old. (lmao old ass)

The three of you, you, Wilbur, and Phil sat in the throne room to catch up on things while Tommy, Tubbo, and Fundy played out in the garden. "So yn who are you to be wed to?" Wilbur asked with his brow raised, you didn't know how to answer because for the most part, all you knew is that your soon to be husband was once a student of your fathers, you never got a name or age, not even detail about what he was like as a person. Before you could answer your father Philza perked up, "Lord Technoblade" was all he had to say before Wilburs eyes widened, you've never heard of the name, even after assuming you would know since you've heard stories about your father's students the name still didn't ring a bell.

"Oh my... you're to be wed to the Blood God?" Wilbur asked, you froze for a second at that title, it sounded terrifying. "Wilbur don't frighten your sister" Phil spoke up before turning to you to give reassurance, "He's just a very strong young man is all, and he's won all his battles, I think he would make an amazing husband to yn."

You pushed down the harmful thoughts after your father's reassurance not bothering to dwell on the thoughts too long. Though the thought of him being a strong young man lingered in your mind, it made you wondered what he looked like. You wondered if his physic, how tall he must be or how broad his shoulders would be, even wondering if he had a manhood to match his praise.

No! Stop thinking like that!

Sounds of trumpets rung outside the castle doors so loudly you could hear it from the throne room, one of your father's servants rushing through the large doors in front of the thrones, "Your Majesty! The embassy has arrived early!" Your father's eyes widened as he yelled for everyone to take their positions before straightening his posture, you and Wilbur doing the same. Tommy and Tubbo heard the commotion and stumbled into the throne room for them to also sit on their shared throne.

The doors opened and your heart fluttered at the 3 members of the embassy who presented themselves, "Now presenting General George!" your servant's voice rang out as they begin to introduce the embassy one by one. The one known as George stepped forward and bowed in respect before your father, his height was rather short, and to go with it was short brown hair, he wore glasses with white rims and a blue shirt that complemented his armor and red cloak nicely. "Councilor Badboyhalo!" the second was introduced and was the tallest out of the three, he took a bow as you studied his features, it was hard to make features of his face except for his large glowing white eyes, his more prominent feature being his horns where a small halo of an angel hovered over them, his clothes also complemented him well, the black cloak that lined with red with the black and red clothes underneath. "And finally Lord Technoblade!" the last was introduced; he was tall but didn't amount to the height of Bad. Long braided pink hair draped over his royal red cloak, white fur lining where the neck is, gold and diamonds decorated the clothes of his white undershirt. But the most prominent feature was what was decored on his face, the mask of a pig skull to hide his facial features but that none the less didn't make you less attracted to him.

Your father was right, the more you studied your soon to be husband the better he looked, he was a VERY attractive young man who only looked to be aged about 23 ticks. He took a bow to your father before raising his head to look at your royal family, his eyes landing on you and looking at you longer than he did the rest of your family, opening his mouth to speak.

"Your highness~"

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wimbledonsoot · 2 years

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ACT 1 - PERFUME [c!wilbur]

PERFUME

(title inspired by perfume by lvj, link here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmy3w0ZY9-c)

act 1 of 3, series titled: up there on your golden throne

summary

before the dream smp, you'd been friends with wilbur. once. long ago. but now, as conflict arises in the once peaceful server you now call home, you have to choose which side you will support - and which friendships you will sacrifice.

trigger warnings

the usual: blood, violence, psychological and physical torture, mental abuse, gaslighting, dream is a bad person, manipulation, murder

main relationships (r = romantic, p = platonic)

r!wilbur soot x reader implied!r!dream x reader p!tommyinnit x reader p!eret x reader p!fundy x reader

total wordcount

tba

lore posts

tba

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

and i just bite my tongue

that first time you meet back on the smp isn't exactly friendly, and memories are always bound to resurface

update me on your life

after a slightly more... friendly reunion at the community house, wilbur shows his true colours once again

they look like a prick

he makes his dislike for dream clear, you make your dislike for him equally obvious

your tongue is razor sharp

wilbur announces his plans for l'manberg and revolution, you tell him that he's just like he usually is: manic and mean

i can't really blame you

wilbur reminisces about the 'good old days', you visit an old friend to vent, and tommy realises that maybe there's more to the picture than both of you think there is

[more to be added]

#wilbur soot x reader #enemies to lovers #c!wilbur x reader #c!wilbur soot x reader #c!wilbur soot #c!dsmp #c!dsmp x reader #dsmp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #dream x reader #heavily implied dream x reader #friends to enemies to lovers #whats with me an enemies to lovers?#wilbur x reader

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maxismp1 · 2 years

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Shortest thing posible

Yn: *standing on a balcony and sneezes*

Tecnoblade: *standing on the roof* Bless you.

Yn: God?!

#technoblade x reader #mcyt x you #c!techo x reader #c!technoblade x reader #techno x reader #technoblade imagine #dreamsmp x reader #technoblade x you #technoblade #dsmp fanfic

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 2 years

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (18)

(c!technoblade x fem!reader) (?who knows at this point..)

(Its literally been 1000 years and I’m so exhausted but I’m finally DONE with chapter 18!!! Thanks Cheesus cuz a bitch is tired. Y’all know the drill! If you like this then PLEASE I’m begging you to reblog and comment! The comments from the last chapter were the only thing keeping me writing some days cuz life is ass. Show me some love y’all! Please 🥺💗)

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Tubbo was, for lack of a better term, freaking the FUCK out!!

He’d just been planning to go to the Nether to mine some gold since he was running out, and figured hey why not go through the portal close to Azo’s house so he could pop by to visit her?? No big deal, right? But instead of a normal visit/mining expedition he runs into Azo…

IN THE OVERWORLD!

Where she absolutely positively was NOT supposed to be!

So yeah, the horned player was panicking. And Azo was shaking a little already, not a good sign!

“What do I do? What the fuck do I do??? Uh, okay we gotta get back to the Nether!”

He scooped the teary eyed Azo up and rushed with her towards the portal, but came to a sudden halt when her shaking intensified. It was too late. It didn’t matter if he got her back now, the zombification process was already starting!

His breathing hitched in panic, he sat her back down on the grass, not really sure what to do now.

The young hybrid furiously looked around them, making sure there were no mobs that would attack, seeing some pigs a bit away from them, and a skeleton about 30 blocks away though it didn’t seem to care about either of them at the moment. But Tubbo discarded that thought as soon as he had it, still freaking out about Azo. Without even bothering to keep the messages private he pulled up his communicator and sent out the panicked texts.

Tubbo: MUM COM ETO THE PORTAL THAT LEADS TO AZO’S HOUSE

Tubbo: HURRY! SOMETHING HAPPENED AND I DON’T KNOWWHAT TO DO

Everyone on the server saw them, including Reader, who was rightfully panicked after reading them. She up and abandoned the meeting she was in and sprinted out of the White House towards the portal leading to her smallest two children. She was going so fast a few people swore it looked like her feet weren’t even touching the ground. She forwent the wood path, dashing between buildings, through yards, and even over obstacles to get to the portal faster.

Tubbo was on the verge of crying along with Azo, but he just held her close and shushed her and told her that Mum would make everything better and it would all be okay. Azo sniffled but nodded as best she could with how badly her body was shaking. She didn’t feel good, she felt bad, like the time she ate some of that gross meat she found in a chest but so much worse. And why did her hands and feet sting? Like she’d been touching those “cold” drinks her mom makes for them. Only this cold is scary..

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Wilbur was running, the minute he saw Tubbo he froze like some pathetic rabbit caught in the gaze of a fox even though the younger of the two of them hadn’t even seen him. He couldn’t move, both because he was actually shocked it had been the younger ram hybrid but also because he knew moving at all would alert Tubbo to him being there. The juvenile hybrid had damn good hearing and Wilbur knew that. So he just painfully stood there, barely breathing as he watched Tubbo try calming the baby piglin down before just picking her up and running through the portal with her.

But the second they disappeared into the purple swirling haze Wilbur was off like a shot, bolting through trees and heading to the ravine he’d left Schlatt at. He heard his communicator chime, signaling a message in the public chat but he ignored it to avoid a creeper. And by the time he’d made it all the way to the ravine he was beyond winded and trying to eat some bread to get his hunger back up. Along the way he got another couple pings on his communicator but ignored them too. And when he entered the ravine Schlatt seemed to be waiting for him, looking tense and before Wilbur could speak the ram was blurting out,

“What the fuck did you do?”

That caught Wilbur by surprise, and he asked what Schlatt meant. The brunet wondered how Schlatt knew something had happened. Well him sprinting back to the ravine probably gave a hint but the mustached ram sounded so sure Wilbur had fucked up. And when Schlatt just raised an eyebrow and gestured to his own communicator Wilbur remembered he’d heard some incoming messages, but he’d been so focused on running he’d ignored them. So now when he looked he bit the inside of his cheek anxiously.

Reader knew.

Oh shit she definitely knew about what happened to the piglin kid. Wilbur didn’t like how his skin prickled in nerves, like he was scared. He had no reason to be! She’d never know it was him that caused this, even unintentionally! So he can just calm down, breathe and scrap the plan he had to use Azo as leverage and just think of something else. No problem.

“Dude.. I don’t know what you did, but whatever it is.. I got a feeling it’s gonna bite us right on the ass..” Schlatt said in a surly tone.

Wilbur’s throat pinched as he swallowed and he told Schlatt he was just being paranoid, he hadn’t done anything crazy. There’d been a mishap thanks to some stupid ghast but that’s all it was; a mishap. Plus there was no way to tie it all back to him. No humans or hybrids had seen him so he was in the clear.

Though.. when he finally told Schlatt what happened, the look the ram hybrid gave him did the opposite of putting his mind at ease. Then he had the gall to let out a loud bark of laughter and say,

“Wilbur, buddy… you might have just fucked yourself here. Cuz last I checked, Reader actually gives a shit about the kids she keeps around. So.. she might hold a grudge when she finds out you more or less killed one of said kids..”

Wilbur didn’t look impressed with Schlatt’s statement, and the ram would even say the ex-president was totally bored with the conversation and didn’t really care… Or he would have if he hadn’t spotted the anxious drop of sweat beading on the brunet’s brow. Oh yeah, he was definitely internally freaking out. And Schlatt can’t really blame him. Pissing off hybrid parents was stupid, any hybrid will tell you that. The ex-president should know that, what with having a hybrid father and all.

But Schlatt shrugged and said, “Well I guess so long as you’re sure nobody saw you there then you should be fine. Right?”

The glasses wearing player nodded, a breath of relief escaping him as he clung to that thought. Nobody had seen him but some piglins, a ghast, some blazes, and the kid herself. And he doesn’t think she’ll make it to rat him out so all’s well that ends well.

*beepbeep-beep*

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Reader stepped through the portal closest to L’manberg and sped through the Nether, disregarding anything in her path, and eventually she got to the familiar area where she’d build Azo’s house. But there was no sign of Azo or Tubbo anywhere. She furiously looked around before holding up her communicator, getting ready to message Tubbo if she couldn’t find him on the other side of the portal.

But when she stepped through the sight that greeted the white eyed being almost made her knees give out underneath her.

Tubbo was holding Azo. Azo. Who was IN THE OVERWORLD!

No, no, nonononoNONONO! She should not be here!

“TUBBO! NO! What-wh- oh fuck. What is Azo doing out here??” Reader gasped.

The boy in question started babbling about how he didn’t know, he found her out here and she was already shaking badly by the time he had.

Reader shakily stumbled forward before collapsing onto the ground in front of the pair so she could check over Azo, her hands trembling as they reached out for her littlest child, but… she was already too far gone. Her usual white eyes looked milky and showed a glossed over appearance to them, revealing her not really being focused in the present. And her skin had taken on a bluish tint, giving her usually rosy pink flesh a colder candy pink tone. And if that weren’t bad enough, it looks like part of her flesh is starting to shrivel and rot. The sight made her stomach feel as if it weighed 100 pounds before it sank into her shoes.

Azo looked up at her but there was nothing behind her eyes. A sudden thought burst into Reader’s head and all at once she was opening her inventory and desperately scrounging through it for two particular items. She flipped through categories before finding the one she wanted, then started scrolling around in a pell-mell fashion in search of one in particular. Once she found the first she snatched it before going in search of the second. Both gathered she pushed her inventory closed and quickly uncorked the potion bottle and gently but urgently grabbed Tubbo and pulled him away from the mindless ziglin child.

Then without warning she doused her in the potion, that’s when Tubbo realized what Reader was doing. Tears welled in his eyes and he gently placed a hand on his mum’s back, softly saying that trying the potion of weakness and golden apple route wasn’t going to work. He heard that it only works on villagers. But Reader snapped back that they didn’t know that for sure! Tubbo watched sadly as she tried offering Azo the golden apple, but she didn’t show any interest in it. Reader got so desperate that she bit off a piece herself before gently forcing it into the girl’s mouth, sighing in relief when she automatically started chewing it.

Tubbo hated that he actually held his breath for a moment afterwards, that he’d hoped it would actually work. But nothing happened and Reader’s desperation grew and she muttered about maybe the golden apple just not being strong enough so she pulled out an enchanted one instead, doing the same move of biting a piece off and feeding it to Azo. The small hybrid behind her sighed softly, his ears lowering in grief. He patted her back and said it wasn’t working, but Reader cut him off in a wobbly voice,

“No! It has to work!” before her resolve hardened and she pulled Azo into a tight hug and continued, “It WILL work!”

She rubbed Azo’s back, whispering words of encouragement, telling her she could do it and to just let the apple take effect. The antlered woman clenched her eyes shut, clinging to her piglin baby and mentally begging anything and everything possible in the universe to make it work. It had to, she couldn’t lose Azo to zombification. It wasn’t fair to the child, she didn’t deserve this fate. So Reader wished with all of her being that it would work and everything would be okay.

“Mum… I don’t think it’s working..” Tubbo muttered forlornly.

Reader let out a choked sob, she knew he was right. Nothing was happening. But she felt like if she gave up then she was letting Azo down even more. She’d failed to keep her safe in the Nether and look what happened to her! She was a fucking zombie! Reader was a failure of a mother! She couldn’t give up! So in a wild frenzy she practically yanked her inventory open, just looking for something, ANYTHING! Her weapons, her various gold trinkets, other random shit she tossed in there without a care. Nothing that would help- huh?

“The orange?” She said in a teary tone.

At this point she was beyond desperate to help her child so she took a crafting table out and figured that if she didn’t try every option then she didn’t really want Azo healed so she was trying EVERYTHING. In record time she’d surrounded the orange with gold ingots before hesitating, not sure if she should use ingots or gold blocks or neither at all. Worried now she started frantically peeling the orange until she was left with 8 individual orange segments. She would try each of them on Azo one at a time to ensure she doesn’t waste the one orange. So normal orange first. She slips one of the segments into the piglings mouth, smiling as she chews.

“Wait, is that an orange?-” Tubbo started to ask.

But just as he said this Reader felt like someone stole the breath from her lungs, because Azo’s body started to convulse while she let out little soft snorts. Reader took in a stuttered breath while looking down at her smallest child. Azo looked up at her, face still blank but the shaking was a sign that it was working! She might not even need the rest of the orange! Reader could feel her heart beating so fast she’s shocked she didn’t feel ill from it. But then of course she was hardly giving it any mind, far too zeroed in on her child’s physical state to even think of her own.

All they could do was sit there in stunned silence as Azo quivered under their scrutiny, not that she was aware enough to be bothered by it.

*sssshhhwwhooosh* “HEY HEY! What the fuck is goin on?! Tubbo what was with that ominous as fuck message-.. oh shit..” It was Tommy.

He’d just rushed through the Nether portal, looking mostly angry, but with that hint of worry, before catching sight of Tubbo and Reader and demanding to know what the hell was going on.. but then he saw Azo. In the Overworld. Yeah so it was clear what was wrong..

Tommy started panicking, seeing Azo shaking in the Overworld and fucking zombified. Tubbo grabbed his arm and shushed him, ignoring Tommy’s anger at being shushed when something like this was happening before he began to fill him in on what was going on while Reader gently ran her hand down the soft hair on Azo’s head, not knowing what else to do right now besides attempting to soothe the pigling. While her two other children talked in hushed whispers behind her she was mentally chanting ‘please’ over and over again, praying to the universe that this would work and Azo would go back to normal and make it through this.

Reader couldn’t even bear to open her eyes at first when Azo stopped shaking, too scared to look down and see her baby still rotting away slowly. But the surprised but happy gasps from the two boys behind her gave her enough hope to pull back enough to look down. And she felt tears well in her eyes at the sight of Azo all healed and no longer zombified. She went to pull her small child into another happier hug but stopped when Azo made a soft snort of worry. Reader paused and asked her if she was okay, mentally starting to panic, thinking she was about to re-zombify again. But Azo pushed herself away from Reader until the antlered woman let her go.

Azo timidly took a few steps away from the three, looking anxious… like she’d never met them before..

“Kiddo, what’s wrong? You still feel sick?” Tubbo asked with a tense frown.

Azo didn’t answer him, just stared like she was too shy to reply. So Tommy chimed in and asked if she was alright, even calling her ‘Azzy’ like he did sometimes when he was feeling more brotherly than usual. This seemed to catch Azo’s attention but now she just looked confused. Reader felt a dark pit forming in her stomach and she kneeled down and spoke directly to Azo,

“Azogamay. Do you know who we are?”

This time Azo visibly perked up, her ears twitching at the sound of Reader saying her actual full name. The white eyed child glanced between the two boys and Reader before gingerly shaking her head ‘no’. Reader felt like she’d been kicked in the chest by a ravager. She wanted to cry, to scream, anything to help her not feel so hollow all of a sudden. She knew from her ‘past life’ knowledge that the only way to ‘reset’ a villager with a profession was to zombify them, heal them, and then give them a new profession. Dying, even briefly, made them forget what and who they knew.. But she stupidly hadn’t thought that would apply to Azo. But that was probably just her foolish hopes speaking.

Reader couldn’t help how she fell back onto her behind and just… started crying. Her baby had forgotten her.

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Tommy and Tubbo were at a loss. They’d never seen Reader cry, hell they’d never seen her this upset ever. But.. if Azo had really forgotten them then they knew Reader had a reason to cry. They didn’t want to admit it but they would probably cry if Reader suddenly forgot who they were and that she was their mum.. And when Tubbo looked at Azo he saw her looking at Reader sadly, apparently not liking how she was crying. That was a good sign at least. So Tubbo blinked back his own tears and pulled a gold ingot from his inventory and held it out to the small pigling. She blinked at him before quietly taking it from him. Then he gestured for Tommy to do the same, snapping the blond boy into action. Soon Azo had two ingots and looked a lot less tense.

Tubbo sat next to Reader and rubbed her back while Tommy went and sat on her other side before gesturing for Azo to come sit in front of them. She did, gold clutched to her chest and not feeling scared anymore, now only feeling curious and sad for the tall lady in front of her that felt a bit familiar.

“Azo, this is your mum, and she’s ours too. You’re our sister!” Tommy explained with a grin that had the pigling’s head tilting in curiosity.

The two explained everything to Azo while Reader softly cried herself out. The whole afternoon had been one emotional gut punch after another and she was feeling more than a little exhausted from it. But after she calmed down she did feel better, which was one good thing she supposed. But she felt a little bad for breaking down like that in front of her kids, she shouldn’t place the burden of consoling her onto their shoulders. So without thinking she untied her mask and took it off to wipe her face clean, missing how her sons’ eyebrows shot up seeing her do this. And when she opened her eyes they couldn’t hold back the flinch of surprise they gave to the glowing white orbs.

But Azo seemed to like them, they were the same color as hers! So she scooted closer and gave little snorts of happiness, which made Reader smile in return. But then she sighed and she told Azo that what her brothers said was true, she’d adopted all of them even if she couldn’t remember any of it. She told Azo all about the house she’d built for her in the Nether to keep her safe and how she came and visited her every day with Tommy and Tubbo, making them all food and playing with her when she wasn’t working. Azo didn’t seem distrustful anymore but Reader wasn’t sure she believed them, but then the antlered woman remembered something she had saved. With a gasp she pulled out her ender chest and happily told Azo she’d saved all the pretty pictures she’d drawn for Reader.

When she pulled out the stack of colorfully decorated paper Azo’s tail swished back and forth happily. So many were things from the Nether. Fire, netherrack, piglins, blazes, fungus, gold, and more. Then there were some things from the Overworld that the three had given to Azo; like potted flowers, amethyst gems, a jack o’ lantern, and other stuff. But Reader’s absolute favorites were the ones Azo drew of her, Reader, Tommy, and Tubbo all together. She showed these to Azo with tears in her eyes and a loving smile on her face, so motherly that Azo couldn’t help but feel loved. The little pigling might not really remember these three but they clearly remember and love her. Which was… odd, but also nice. She feels bad she can’t remember but she likes these Overworlders so she’d like to stick with them. So with a happy snort she stands up and takes Reader’s hand and says,

“Amamay!”

Reader wanted to cry all over again but held herself back and grasped Azo’s hand back gently and agreed with her, saying,

“Yeah sweetie, I’m your amamay! And these are your brothers, Tommy and Tubbo!”

Azo waved at the two, then said their names in Piglin speak, which was basically just Ubbotay and Ommytay, which sounded sorta cool but still goofy to them but they were just happy Azo was seemingly slowly starting to come around. It wasn’t back to how things were originally but.. it was better than her being a mindless zombie. So Reader rubbed her thumb over the back of Azo’s little hand and said with as much love as she could muster,

“Azogamay, I know you don’t remember us right now. But we promise to love you no matter what. If you someday get your memories back we’ll be so happy!”

Azo let Reader pull her into a hug as she continued speaking,

“But even if you don’t… I’ll still be your amamay and they’ll still be your otherbrays. Maybe we can make lots of new memories together, as a family. How’s that sound?”

All Reader got in reply was a hug from the little pigling, and she supposed that was as good an answer as any. And with no hesitation the eldest of the four pulled the two boys into the hug with them, saying that no matter what now they were going to stick together since it seems that since being healed Azo had no problem in the overworld. The boys asked her if she wanted to come live with them, saying they could take her fishing, show her the markets, introduce her to Henry the cow, all their friends, and more! Azo seemed pretty excited so Reader stepped in and said if Azo wanted they could make her a room in her house, but only if she wanted of course. And in her excitement Azo agreed easily. Living in the Overworld sounded fun!

With that settled Reader sat Azo down on the ground between Tubbo and Tommy and with a much happier smile pulled some paper and crayons she made from her inventory and told the two boys to keep an eye on Azo while she went into the nether to grab Azo’s stuff from her house, then they could all go back to L’manberg together. They agreed and waved Reader off when she warned them to keep an eye out for mobs but then she put her mask back on, almost forgetting it, and hopped through the portal. Once through her smile fell and a scowl overtook her features as she looked around at the damage she’d missed before, the craters from what she was guessing were ghasts. But she wasn’t here for that, she was here for information.

She started questioning all the piglins in the surrounding area, asking them if they’d seen anything odd that day involving the pigling that’d gone through the portal. A couple of them weren’t sure but one did and called over two others from further away and the trio started filling Reader in on what they’d seen that day. About how a human had kidnapped one of their young and they’d all given chase but he’d been fast while only one of them had been wielding a crossbow. And when they finally caught up with him he’d run with her through the portal, and they shamefully admitted to losing sight of them after that since they couldn’t follow them through. They’d said a prayer for the child but chalked her up to being dead, which was a fair guess on their parts to be honest since she had ‘technically’ died.

But she needed more information. She asked them if they remembered what the human looked like. What color was his skin, his hair, clothes, anything to give her a hint on who he was. None of them got a good look at him from the front, since he was running away from them and all. But they did manage to notice a few distinguishing things about him…

Like his wavy dark hair.

His dark pants and long. Brown. Coat.

The hat he wore that was almost the same color as the netherrack around them.

And the funny little patch. On his shoulder.

Reader felt her eyes narrow behind her mask and with a blank expression she pulled out some paper and drew a little L’manberg flag, internally seething when the Piglins all snorted in confirmation that, yes, that had been the patch on the man’s sleeve. Reader crushed the paper in her hands before tossing it into the nearby lava to burn away. The sound of her grinding her teeth together in silent rage made the piglins’ ears flatten in displeasure. But they said nothing, not wanting to aggravate an already furious looking ‘sow’. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the child that had been taken was her’s. So it was best to just answer her questions and stay out of her way. So they just nodded when she gave them a tense but grateful smile and excused herself. She really did have to go get Azo’s things since the pigling was going to be living with her and the boys now.

But as she did she felt her rage festering inside her. That little bastard, it was his fault Azo had fucking died. She almost lost her child because of him, it was only by pure chance they’d managed to save her. Reader never wanted to hurt someone quite as badly as she wanted to hurt Wilbur at that exact moment. Just snap his little bastard neck and toss his worthless body into a lava pool, no fuss no muss. But… she couldn’t. She wasn’t some psycho killer who snaps the spine of anyone who wrongs her. ..Even if they deserve it. She needed to talk to Wilbur first, get his side of things. There’s a chance, small as it is, that the piglins saw someone else who looked like Wilbur. Sadly Wilbur wasn’t the only white boy with dark hair on this server, so she has a duty to do some kind of investigation.

As she decided this she made her way back to the portal, Azo’s belongings tucked away in her inventory. She needed to remain calm, cool, and collected. She would peacefully message Wilbur saying she needed to have a meeting with him, question him on his whereabouts for the day, and if he was suspicious it would lead to an arrest for child endangerment and kidnapping. It would be handled professionally.

..Brown.

Over to the left, at the edge of the crater she’d passed on her way in was a splotch of brown amidst the sea of sangria colored soil around her. Her eyes narrowed and she paused before going to see what it was, the white hot anger she’d managed to cool earlier now beginning to heat up again. And when she got closer and reached down to pick up the offending material, which turned out to be a small strip of dirty brown leather. One she’d fucking know anywhere. It was a part of that god awful fucking coat of WIlbur’s. She’d bet anything on it. She clenched her teeth together, milling them together and wanting so badly to just tear them into something, just bite something so hard. She needed to talk to WIlbur. Now. So with an inhuman speed she opened her communicator and started typing…

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Back at the ravine the two defectors stared down at their respective communicators in silence, the air around them feeling almost stagnant from the tense feeling that was settling into both of their bones. Schlatt narrowed his eyes, his ears dipping down as anxiety buzzed around in his head, he needed a drink. While Wilbur felt his mouth suddenly increase its saliva, causing him to hurry and swallow before he stiffly cleared his throat and opened his mouth to say something to clear the air but… nothing came out. Schlatt ended up being the one to cut through the strained atmosphere,

“I’m gonna hazard a guess that… someone may have seen you after all..”

That was pretty fucking obvious by this point, at least if the string of messages from Reader were to be any indication..

Reader: Wilbur

Reader: wilbur I need to talk to you

Reader: now. message me right now.

Reader: where are you?

Reader: wilbur soot message me right fucking now.

Reader: wilbur I know what you did. I know you were here in the nether.

Reader: im going to come find you.

How they started normal, but slowly became more and more threatening sent chills along the ex-presidents spine. Despite being quite sure he could take the behemoth in a fight he still felt… anxious with how aggressive her messages had gotten. Wilbur swallowed again, not sure if he was trying to swallow the surplus of his saliva or his own mounting alarm. But either way he thinks they’re going to be needing backup asap. So he pulled out his crafting table and penned a quick but straightforward note before tucking it into an envelope and sealing it with twine. Schlatt watched over his shoulder as the brunet wrote the name of the future recipient across the back before sending it off,

‘Technoblade’

-0-

#LWAT #Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth #LW&AT #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #dreamsmp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #potentially other ships with reader #c!wilbur #c!tubbo #c!tommy #Azo #c!schlatt

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rats-write · 7 months

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Flufftober day 2: Head cannons

Ranboo

(I’m doing general relationship head cannons)

CC! Ranboo

- the sweetest but also, he teases the absolute shit out of you- in an endearing way of course

- Wants you to do their make up or nails and would want to do yours as well

- Maybe streaming together if you’re comfortable with it- if you are there would definitely be a fnaf stream or something like that

- Hugs! Lots of hugs from them

- Would definitely want to see you wearing their clothing

- They would find it both cute and just absolutely hilarious

- Sharing all their silly hats

- Writing random ass little notes to each other like little love notes or reminders to you can help each other keep track of stuff

- His heart would literally burst if they found out you kept all the random notes/pos

- Unprompted tiny gifts

- Reassuring each other all the time, both in your relationship and outside of it with general life stuff

- Helping each other pick out outfits

- Playing with their hair <3

- Being awkward as hell in public

- Maybe being in Tommy’s vlogs and just like awkward handholding just outside of frame

- Him having to bend down to a hellish degree to kiss you if you’re short (I’m 5’1 😭)

C! Ranboo

- having to remind them of stuff constantly

- Enderchest and all his other pets literally loving you more than they do him

- He pretends to be upset but they like seeing you play with them and seeing how affection they are to you

- Awkwardly tall, like to an uncomfortable point cause man’s like over 8 feet tall canonically

- Literally the best cuddles ever

- Them making random enderman noises at you for fun

- Jokingly (and gently) grabbing their horns like they’re a goat

- Trying on his crown

My other Flufftober things:

#flufftober #ranboo x reader #cc!ranboo x reader #c!ranboo x reader #dreamsmp x reader #dsmp x reader

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imagines-babes · 1 year

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Who is She? (C!Quackity)

I've had a week off now I'm back again. Thank you for almost 30 followers and hearts to all my stories honestly thought people weren't gonna enjoy these but thank you. Also the end of season one of dsmp was so good. I did watch tubbo version instead of Tommy. So who did you watch? When I saw tubbo side all I thought was the song As the World caves in by Matt Maltese (story idea?maybe). Anyways I'm rambling. Since everyone loved my c! Quackity I thought why not another. So today story is about the last Las Nevadas lore adding my own thing to it. So this is about the characters. The song is Who is She? by I Monster. So I hope you enjoy this. Ps this does switch to quackity pov to the readers pov. Maybe a another Foolish one will be posted next week?

Quackity List Masterlist

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'It's been a few months since you left us. Why did you take his spot? It hurts to wait for you while there is a war on the top. What you didn't know is that you both died. Charlie, that's his name now. Purpled put you both in. So you died for nothing. I cried every night. The nation I built lost already. Awesamdude left once I found out he lied about Dream being in his cell. Fundy left saying nothing. I went to his house but it was empty. Purpled well he is the one that you are in 6 feet under while slime is frozen. I know you saw purple and fundy as navie and young. Importantly you saw them as family. But one left you and the other killed you. Foolish is the only one I can trust he is the one that is loyal to me. The thoughts in my head always guess he's gonna leave as well. He hasn't and I hope he never does. Now I must be going I have a meeting with Foolish.' He closed the book placing it in a chest near the grave. Glance at it once more towards the grave with the engraved.

UnknownY/n

Beloved by many but betrayed twice as more.

Mí amor

He stood as he destroy the torch walking away from the grave as the light dim. With the distance of a man with a white hoodie with black line beside him stood the man that was gonna destroy the next thing he loved with a book in his hand.

Waking up I started to take in a breath glancing around to see iron bars as well for the door. I start to hit them as I looked around. " Hello," starting the question while I shake the bar, "can anyone hear me please." with that the iron door opened. With as confused I was I step out slowly notices the hall to it felt familiar but nothing was coming to me. Hearing voices at the end of the hall I lean up to the door. "They are gonna wake up soon. What are we gonna tell them?" One voice answers as the other stay his ground. "Just let me talk to them I've been with them since las Nevadas." Walking in to see three young men. One approach me giving me a hug I didn't even move my hands while the other two talk. "I thought I lost you?" He pulled back tilting his head, "y/n it's me purpled remember?" Nothing came to mind. This also caught the eyes of the other two men. The air in the room started to change as purpled told me everything. Of how I was in Las Nevada, how I was in love with a man called Quackity, how I was purple older sibling, and how I died. "Quackity trapped us both y/n he pushed you in the lava along side slime." I couldn't believe what he was saying. My feet felt week as Purpled help me bring one man over. The man I loved killed me. Not only me but Slime aswell.

After that day I swore to take a life from him. Even if it was to my death. Punz help me train. While Dream and Purpled started to strategize a plan. Purpled brought Slime as he ran to me. He was the only one I remember since being revived. The day was choosen. I thanked punz as I headed inside his tower walking to the top to see lights but the further I looked I notice the sign. The red. The logo. The white. Everything was bright the details on the sign. Something in the air shifted as if a liar came outside and only the wind knew. "Why are you out here? On the top of the tower no less?" He questioned sitting down next to me. All I did was stared front looking at the lights as a staring contest. "Would you ever lie just to get revenge, Purpled?" He stares at me as he glanced down as if he was questioning his words to answer that simple question. That's all it was a simply question. "No I wouldn't lying just gets people killed." Breaking the eye contact with the sign to see Purpled. He was one of the young one. Yeah I saw him as a brother but something in that moment made me doubt his words. Quickly turning my head, "Get some sleep. Tomorrow is when Las Nevadas gets burned to the ground."

We walk near the sign noticing the colors face to face. Walking down the road to see him. A maroon button-up shirt with suspenders along with black slacks. With no beanie. He froze. "Seems like you have seen two ghost quackity?" walking closer to the fountain he started to yell, "Get back both of you." Quackity walked back as we step a foot forward only 15 feet apart. He question what he was looking for as for Slime he tried to calm him down. The fear that quackity had flushed alway. With a smile seeing us both together and alive. "The last thing I remember was y/n going in lava then I went in lava." Quackity tried to make words holding onto my hand walking in front of the casino. Then asked us about purpled saying if we remember what he did. That's what caught my attention. But if it was on cue Purpled and Dream appeared. The smile on his face instantly disappear. The two got closer as quackity yelled at us to go inside the building. The worry of losing both of us once more worried him. It was all over his face but why would he worried if he killed us. Right? Purpled wouldn't lie to me, right? The tnt broke the door open. Dream and purple talked to Quackity. Wanting to take him to the prison and torture him. Like he did to dream. As for slime and I made it to a corner, quackity held out a lever switch it to only hear fireworks. The two in front of quackity tease him more. "I just don't want to just kill you. I want you to die, abandon by everything and everyone that you love. Your city ruins run by the one person that betrayed you. Your best friend Realizing that you're trash. Human Trash. And your partner. Leaving and forgetting about you like Karl and Sapnap once did to you." Slime approach quackity, "Legacy is all you leave behind, Quackity" Slime put on the netherite that Dream and Purpled provide to us as Quackity turned to see him glowing. "So why did you leave us behind." He glanced over at me as I wore the same standing next to Slime. To only see a glimpse of a totem god, Foolish by the entrance running away. Something was coming. So I did what I knew best was run. Dream and purpled stayed with Slime trying to put Quackity in a corner.

Making my way to the tower to overlook the top. The ground started to shake as little slimes started to appear out of no where. It was Slimes just like Slimecicle but they weren't. I tried to look for Slime, Purpled or Quackity till 1 minute later they ran out of the building to only hear a fuse light us landing tnt everywhere blowing it up. The footsteps by the stairs caught my attention as I waited for then to appear. Quackity was too busy running, in the process I tripped him pulling out my sword. "So you left us and you think you can just get away?" The blade was getting closer to him as he stood walking backwards. "Y/n please listen," Quackity tried to talk. Purpled started to yell. "Don't listen to him he never tells the truth." Purpled started to go in front of me. While quackity started to beg saying he tried to protect us two. All purpled did just denied he left to go in front of quackity. Slime walk forward standing behind the two. The next second to only see him push purpled off the building. One life of his was gone. Slime moved back. "Quackity from Las Nevadas." That what got quackity to smile. While quackity wanted a hug to only see slime walk down the stairs not saying an only word. This is your fault," was all I said once I step closer to him. Holding the blade up looking at him. "This is your fault." He stood next to the ledge. "You thought it was right to torture someone into getting a book to revive people. So you can what keep it." All he did was look at me he never noticed this person in front of him. "For what? Everyone dies you can't live forever!" He kissed me. I tried to pushed back but my heart took over my body. The sword fell to the side as he kissed me. Pulling me in closer. This kiss was a ending of us. "I promised you that I would've loved you till my life ended and I did," I moved his hair to the side getting close to whisper in his ear, "Now it's your turn." With that I pushed him.

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