#techno x you

[squishycheekanon]

I have a request: how would the Techno react if Reader dies but appears a few months later alive but very injured?

Now this inspired me.

Warnings: 18+, angst, suicide mentioned, hints at nsfw, blood, alternate timeline where she was never pregnant; adding Athena and Apollo into this would have made me cry so no. 

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Techno was distraught, it was against his nature to love and be loved and yet you taught him how. You were his everything and more. From the moment you shot him in those woods all that time ago, when the voices went quiet when your face came into his eyesight, everything changed for him.

He loved you more than life itself, so when Phil broke the news to him that you were dead, he lost it. Standing in the living room of the home you had shared together, rage burned through him, his shaking hands ripping, shoving, destroying. By the time he was done, Phil had witnessed something he thought he’d never see.

Techno was weeping, sobbing, screaming for you. A broken man wanting the only thing he couldn’t have. For months Techno barely ate, barely slept, contemplated suicide daily. How could he live without you? Why would he even want to? Without you there was no meaning to his life. It was like a huge hole had been punched through his chest.

The absence of you was everywhere he looked, the little touches you had slowly added to the house over the years. Your perfume, oils and lotions on the white vanity in the corner of the room. Techno remembers vividly, when you had talked about wanting one and he worked for weeks to build and paint one you’d love. He sat for hours carving intricate designs onto the legs and around the mirror just for you.

The wardrobe filled with your clothes, the beautiful materials you covered your body with, he was always envious of them, they got to touch you all the time. Dresses hanging there that hugged your figure perfectly, that made his heart beat faster.

The bathroom filled with your sweet bath oils and bath salts, countless times he had come home from fighting and you drawn him a bath and washed him clean. Countless times had he taken you apart in the sweet smelling waters and steamy room.

The bed was the hardest to deal with, it reeked of you. The mouthwatering smell he wanted nothing more than to roll around in, it was always present when he slept. It was a slight comfort to him, but always left him distraught. He thought about sleeping downstairs but had to remind himself that he had destroyed the couch.

More time passed, around six months now since Phil had told him about your death. He was a hollow shell of himself, he had lost a lot of weight and always had dark bags under his eyes. He was surprised he was still breathing.

“Techno!” Phil had screamed, a dreaded, fear filled, confusion dripping scream. Techno sighed, it took so much energy out of him to simply stand. Feet practically dragging along the floor, he shuffled to the front door sparing a longing look to his axe of peace. Whatever was on the other side of his door was dangerous if Phil’s scream was anything to go by, and he was happy to let whatever it was kill him.

Opening the door and stepping out onto the wood panels just before the stairs that led down to the snow, red cloak and gold crown nowhere in sight, The Blood God isn’t who stepped out to fight, but a broken man ready to die.

That all changed the second he saw you. You who had been dead for six months, you who he had mourned for six months, you who was bruised and covered in cuts with blood dripping from them. You who looked just as starved and exhausted as Techno did, in fact you looked worse.

“Sweetheart?” Techno’s voice cracked as he uttered the term of endearment he hadn’t spoken in so long.

“Tec.” Your voice was small and fragile, your hand reaching for him. The clothes you wore were torn and certainly not enough to keep you warm in the freezing cold snow you had trekked in to get home.

He ran to you, feet moving quicker than they ever had before all so he could take you in his arms and hold you close. “I’ve got you darlin’, I’ve got you, hold on to me.” He used all his strength to help you into the house, Phil running to your aid too.

You took in the state of your home and honestly it was alot better than what you had expected. Glancing at your husband, he avoided eye contact sheepishly, normally it would have made you smile. You don’t even think you know how to do that anymore.

“Let’s uh, get you upstairs.” Phil said awkwardly, helping Techno carry you up into your bedroom, and onto the bed. You sighed in pure relief that you body didn’t have to hold itself up anymore, that you weren’t on a nasty cold stone floor too but the soft, Techno smelling, mattress you had been dreaming of for six months.

You were so happy you cried. You cried ugly, hard, loud. Letting all your emotions out. Techno was there stroking your filthy, greasy hair and holding your dirty, sore hand. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m just so happy, I thought this day would never come. I had convinced myself that it wouldn’t. And yet here I am. Home.” You sobbed out the words, looking at your husband through your tears blurred eyes, just about making out the crooked smile on his gorgeous face.

He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who had done this to you. But just seeing your relief to being in a bed, to being home, he knew you’d need time.

Phil went home after Techno had asked him to, they agreed not to tell anyone you were back until they figured out what had happened to you and by who.

Techno ran you a bath and took extra time and care into washing you off, he had to pull you out of the disgustingly mucky water and run you a new bath. This one you could soak in, allow yourself to relax, even when the clear water did dirty again, only a little this time though.

You saw the look in Techno’s eyes as he washed you and you knew, remembering the vow he made to you all those years ago; “I love you, it took me a while to say it I know. But I need to know you understand—“

“Understand?” You asked.

“How much I love you. I’d destroy empires for you. Pillage country’s for you. Kill for you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “If anyone ever even thought about hurting you, they’d be dead before they could finish that thought.” He growled, deep from within his chest. The ruby of his eyes shining brighter the more he talked about it.

“I understand.” Of course you did. You knew from the moment you said ‘I do’ exactly what that meant.

“You’re going to kill him aren’t you?” It was a question you knew the answer to but you still felt compelled to ask nonetheless.

“Yes.”

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[lonely-lost-soul]

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.

~~~

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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[smokingtea]

Living with C!Technoblade (dating)

On the rare occasion that he would use the axe of peace in front of you

He would use it like a normal knife or even a butter knife

He once use it to flip some pancakes over

Techno is actually not really protective and doesn’t get jealous

I’m kidding he’s kinda overprotective and gets jealous often when talking to someone other than him, philza, tommy, ranboo and sometimes Steve

when you would meet one of technos best friends STEVE!

Steve would be a little suspicious of you but when you feed him some fish from your inventory

He instantly loves you

Weirdly enough techno would get jealous of steve when you would talk to him in a baby voice

One of his biggest fears is you getting hurt or getting hurt by him

During doomsday planning he would almost never come out of his room except when he would come out of his room and give you a big kiss on your lips and some loving words before returning to his room

During doomsday he would not let you go with him as he would be scared that you would get hurt

After doomsday techno and would have all his attention on you cause he felt like shitty bf after not giving you lots of attention for a while

Clingy techno is da best

On another note when you meet philza he immediately see the look in techno eyes when he looks at you

Philza recognizes the look on his eyes as the same look he gives Kristen

After meeting you, Philza would love you in a friendly ways and he would always tease techno about his in love state and techno would just brush it off

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[rapid-looser]

Leverage.

C!technoblade x gn!reader

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

Can be read as Romantic or Platonic

Pronouns: They/Them

Request: Yes/No

★

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

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

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

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

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

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[bittersw33t-lotus]

Sorry guys I’ll no longer be writing about Techno. My heart hurts, I don’t feel right writing stuff about him especially romance stuff.

Edit: I will be writing about him now but I might just do platonic from now on, I still deciding if I want to finish part 3 to Adam and Eve

Rest In Peace Techno you’ll forever live in our hearts and may your legacy continue on❤️❤️

Of course that doesn’t mean you should stop too, I’m fact I’ll just be taking a break until I feel mentally better and process his passing. A lot of people are refraining from writing fan fics about techno, out of respect, or they’re just processing the news and need some time off and that’s totally understandable I respect your reasons as to stop writing Techno fan fics. I saw someone tweet on Twitter how this shouldn’t discourage us from writing fics. Some people might not agree with it but idk, you can continue writing if you’d like :)

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[toiletwipes]

STILL | techno blurb

You were supposed to be sleeping, and you had been trying all you could. Counting your breaths and making it to thirteen before getting distracted with thoughts about your work tomorrow.

Work today, as it stood, had been particularly not fun.

And you had resigned yourself to an equally not fun dinner, a poor excuse of a sandwich, and bathed in not-quite-warm water. Inside, you knew you didn't deserve to kind of punish yourself, but you couldn't be bothered to try to comfort yourself either. You just needed to do the things you needed to do.

And sleep was the last thing you had to worry about.

Your boyfriend, in all of his murder-inclined reputation, hadn't even gotten home until the night was well underway. You figured it to be a fair deal.

Your eyes, though closed, heard him wander in your shared home, probably setting his robes and his weapons down on the table or their respective places, it was always a fifty-fifty shot with him, pausing to look at whatever you brought home this time.

(It'd been a book about mushrooms, a lot of the pages that had the mushroom's picture was accompanied by a short poem. You'd tucked it into your bag, a fond smile on your face when you thought about showing it to Techno.)

And when he finally nudged the door open to your bedroom, you still didn't open your eyes, feeling the thud of his feet against the floor, moving from the doorway to the closet. Hearing the clothes being pulled off of his, most likely sweaty or very heated, body and then hearing them be tossed into the hamper by the door. Cloth slides against skin and you hear his bare feet walk across the floor before you feel the dip in the mattress and hear the groan it sounds out while he gets comfortable.

It was nice, feeling his very warm body in the coldest room in the house, a painfully thin sheet covering you gives you little heat. He pulls you into his arms, tucking his chin into your neck and breathing out heavy. "You okay, honey?"

You time your breath with his, breathing deep and feeling yourself melt into him. "Long day."

He hums, and says sorry, offers you a beat of silence to elaborate but when you continue your deep breaths, he presses a kiss to your head, rubbing a large, warm hand over your stomach in wide circles. "Okay," he breathes out, "goodnight then, I got breakfast tomorrow." You smile to the ceiling, and it's the last thing on your mind before you're lured to sleep with promise of rest and warmth, and perhaps your warrior of a boyfriend in the only apron in the house, daisies covering the front.

Tomorrow is going to be better than today. Guaranteed.

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[itsonlydana]

I got another request: (if you can allow me that is lol) Can you do c!Techno with no. 17? With fem!reader?

"I am going to run away" - "I only asked you to wash the dishes"

➛ pairing: c!Technoblade x fem!reader

➛ tags/warnings: fluff, none

➛ event masterlist

➛ an: whoops, sorry for the wait!

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

If you couldn't see it, it wasn't there, you told yourself as you buried your nose deeper into the book in your hands and pulled the blanket over your head lower. It was a boring book, one written in such an incomprehensible language that you weren't even sure if it was your language, because no one spoke in such a high-pitched way, and even after you concentrated really hard on the sentences, you didn't even begin to know what you had just read. It looked so appealing, not only because Techno loved to flip through the pages of this book and would look incredibly handsome as his eyes flitted over the words in fascination and he put a finger to his lips as he pondered, but also because the cover was really pretty. 

Your attempts to read the book failed, but your concentration and sheer will not to come out from under your covers allowed you to temporally tune out the rest of your surroundings. 

You didn't hear the front door to your cabin open and close as clothes were patted off. Your blanket caught all sounds, muffled the shuffling in the hallway, as well as the shedding of heavy shoes and a coat thrown over your heels from which fresh snow trickled onto the wooden floor. Footsteps unheard by you came closer, and by the time you could make out a pair of feet clad in thick white wool socks under the edge of your blanket on the floor, it was already too late and with an electric crackle in the air, the blanket was pulled up.

"Hey!" you shrieked as you were suddenly confronted with the warm light of the midday sun and a weird looking Techno in the room. Both two of your favorite things to stare at, unfortunately at a very inopportune time. Your lips slipped into a pained smile, with which you tried to convince both yourself and Techno. "Hey," you repeat yourself, this time with less startled crying and more loving affection. 

"What are you doing?", Techno asked you, tilting his chin at the book in your hands. "Is that my book?"

"What, this? Oh yeah, I've always wanted to read that!"

Techno may not have been the fastest when it came to understanding any human emotion, but it was different with you. He could read your lie from your flushed cheeks and restless wandering gaze. Still, you confused him, a lot. It wasn't unusual for you to look for occupation in his things, but you didn't know piglin, so why would you browse through one of the books in his language, and then also hidden under a blanket?

After a while of awkward silence, in which you held tightly to the book and Techno seemed to consider what you were up to, he slowly turned away from the sight of you, curled up on his favorite chair.

Techno found his answer quickly, a skim of the open kitchen was enough to send any of his questions up in smoke, and the fact that you no longer looked him in the eye when he turned back to you and instead you sighed, abandoning your relaxed position and stretching your legs over the back of the armchair told him everything. 

"I'm going to run away," you groaned out, hiding behind your arm so you wouldn't have to watch Techno laugh. The deep, vibrating, and most importantly, loud laughter caused more blood to rush to your cheeks and you pressed deeper into the chair, hoping he would swallow you. 

"(y/n)-"

"Wonderful how amusing my suffering is to you," you murmured into your arm after interrupting Techno's attempt to speak with a skillful toss of one of the pillows in your back in his direction. 

"Never would I laugh at that darling, your welfare is my number one priority" The smirk was clear in Techno's voice. You hurled another pillow, which he only dodged. "I only asked you to wash the dishes" he laughed "Not that you're acquiring a new language".

You dropped your arm and stared at him seriously, at least until his laughter became too infectious and your serious expression fell. Groaning in agony, you swung your legs down from the backrest and sat up straight. Now it was probably time, you had to face your biggest enemy, dirty dishes, and you couldn't keep hiding like a coward. 

Techno, grinning, pushed the sleeves of his sweater over his elbows, then held out a hand to you. "Come on, together we'll beat this monster easily. And if you're still interested in the book afterwards, I'll translate it for you."

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[ohworm-writes]

▬ CINNAMON SWEET ▬

Pairing: Modern!Technoblade x Gn!Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mentions of tears, mentions of anger, minor anxiety, allusions to sex and tenseness (?) overall in the first half of the work

Synopsis: In which Techno forgets about a date he had planned for the two of you. When he comes to pick you up out of the pouring rain, the air between you two is left tense- almost in a suffocating manner. He knows he can’t trust his words to help him out of this hole that he’s dug himself, but perhaps his actions can do something to heal these wounds. 

Word Count: 3.9k

Author’s Note: This work is dedicated to @dreamwvrld​ as an entry to her 1 year event! I know I’ve told her this before, but I’m so f*cking honored to be a mutual of hers and everything that she does inspires me so much and just- gods. If you don’t already, please please please go give her works a read and give her a follow, as she absolutely deserves it an so much more. 

There’s a certain type of beauty that comes with silence. For many, it’s found in time spent alone, that solitude acting as a breath of fresh air in a way. For others, they may find it in a comforting silence shared between two or more people. The usage of words isn’t exactly necessary in being able to fully enjoy the company of others, and that’s precisely what’s so wonderful about it.

Though, in this case, silence is suffocating.

—-

Technoblade sits with his back set straight against the driver’s seat of his car, sweat acting as an adhesive to keep him stuck in place as his fingers curl around the steering wheel in a grip that leaves his knuckles a lighter shade. Normally, for him, silence while driving is something that he enjoys, being able to block the worries of the day out as he keeps his eyes trained on the road ahead of him.

Today, however, this silence leaves the air thick and tense, almost like smog.

You have your body pressed up against the opposite side of the car, arms curled around your legs in a, what you would call, fetal-like position. It’s slightly uncomfortable and entirely awkward, but it’s the only solace you can find in a situation such as this.

The road ahead stretches on for miles and miles, streets left near-empty with only a handful of people to be seen out this late.

Now that you think of it, you should be one of those people out on the sidewalk right now. You should be curled into Techno’s side as you walk down the avenues, genuine smiles etched on to your faces as you enjoy one another’s company.

But again, given the current situation, that seems like nothing more than a pipe dream.

Techno drums his fingers against the steering wheel as a poor attempt to fill the silence. It’s hypnotic when you take the time to zero-in on it. It’s like- the hooves of horses galloping onto a track, going faster and faster and faster until one crosses the finish line.

That doesn’t happen.

His eyes cast toward you every few seconds. He’s aware he’s doing it. You’re aware he’s doing it. But, somehow, he doesn’t know that you know. Funny, no?

He’s… exhausted. He’s spent the past 14 hours- 6am to 8pm- hunched over a desk, work piling higher and higher above the limits of his patience while higher-ups breathe hot air down his neck, lecturing and nit-picking him at every chance they get.

“Remember T, I need this on my desk by Thursday morning.” “C’mon, is this really all you have to show?” “Chop chop, porkchop! I need these papers sent to our asap!”

He just wants to go home and sleep with you, his partner, the two of you huddled beneath the blankets and feeding off one another’s warmth. If given the opportunity, he’d sleep with you like that for a week and then some.

But the guilt of leaving you out in the rain for hours on end after he’d promised you dinner that night hangs over his head heavily, the whispers in his head laughing at him and scolding him and telling him “they’re going to leave you because of this. And you deserve it.”

He hates it, but he knows that there’s nothing he can do to change what he’s done and he hates it. He just wants to say something, maybe for you to say something if not him to fill this awkward and tense silence that’s been simmering since you stepped into the car a little under 10 minutes ago.

Well, it’s not even the fact that you haven’t looked at him. Saying that implies that it just hasn’t happened yet, that you haven’t turned your head to take a good look at him yet. No- since you slammed the door behind you and huddled into your current position, you’ve refused to cast your eyes anywhere near him. You’ve actively decided to not look at him.

And truthfully, it breaks both of your hearts, not just his.

He can’t see it as your face is directed away from him, but tears prick at your eyes, leaving them a dull reddish-white shade as they accumulate. He had promised to dedicate tonight to you. Promised that nothing else would get in the way and stop this night from happening, and yet that is exactly what had happened.

He’d been so… distant lately. With the way his hours were lined up, he barely even got to see you awake anymore. You’d be lucky if you got to see him for half a second on his way out or when he’d periodically press a kiss to your forehead before knocking out beside you in bed. He barely had any time with you anymore and you’d begun to hate it.

You’ve never had a problem with it before.

Truthfully, you hadn’t. It was something Techno had always loved about you, even before going into his current profession. You’ve always been patient with him, understanding when things came up out of the blue and he’d have to cancel, but he’d always reschedule for sometime soon and make it up to you.

You still had that mentality, of course, but now it was being tested.

He had cleared everything off of his board for tonight, doing everything in his power to set aside the night for you both. And even then, it wasn’t enough.

Technoblade was not a man that broke promises. He dealt with them seriously, and there was not one moment in your relationships where he‘d broken a promise. Well, until now. And that’s what hurt you so much about this whole situation- that, even after having made it a point all throughout your relationship that promises were final, he still fell short.

It broke you.

Techno isn’t a stupid man. Yes, he may make stupid decisions, but that doesn’t inherently make him stupid. He knows he let you down and he knows how angry you are about this whole thing and he knows that you’re making it a point not to show that anger because he knows and you know that doing that would only make everything worse.

It’s this frustratingly repetitive cycle that he finds himself in that he hates so much. He doesn’t know what to do to fix everything because he feels as though he’s walking on thin ice, the wrong step leading him to plunge into the icy currents below.

F*ck, he hates this so much.

The car slows, the dull click click click of the blinker resonating in the silent car as the vehicle turns into a parking lot. It’s only then that you decide to actually look away from the passenger’s side window for the first time since getting in the car.

It’s a plaza. There are several markets and shops dispersed around the area, dull red and blue ‘OPEN’ signs flashing on and off in store windows. You can count on your hands the number of cars in the lot- all space far away from each other to subtly let you know that nobody is shopping at the same stores.

It’s when Techno pulls into a parking space in front of a small bakery that you actually speak up. Your voice is hoarse, tone soft and low as you speak to him for what you realize to be the first time that day.

“Techno? Why are we stopping here? I thought we were going straight home?”

You hate how pathetic you sound, voice small as you speak to the man. He responds quickly after a few beats of silence.

“I need to pick something up real quick. I’ll only be a few. I promise.”

Oh, the irony.

In a fluid motion, Techno takes the keys out of the ignition, the car drumming down into silence as the engine slows to a stop. The heater, of which had been on the entire ride, stops as well, all the heat from the car settling into the stale air you had become familiar with.

He- Techno, is quiet. Eerily so, though not in a way where it seems like he’s about to chew you out, but the exact opposite. No, instead, this silence makes him feel like a child about to be scolded by their parents for doing something they shouldn’t have.

It’s not far off, actually.

His eyes are trained on the view ahead of him- the bakery, watching the workers in the store slump over the counter in exhaustion as they count the minutes tick by and calculate how much longer it’ll be until they’re allowed to leave. It’s only in this silence that you actually cast your gaze to him, taking every inch of him in and storing it in the back of your mind for later.

His hair is a mess, long pink strands tied up into a messy bun that barely even does its job of keeping his hair out of his face. His wide, square glasses are left askew on his face, falling off the edge of his nose but hanging on at just the right angle so that they don’t fall. His eyes- his eyes are so dull and full of sorrow, you almost break into sobs then and there.

There’s so much emotion behind those brilliantly red eyes, the hundreds of different shades of the colour swirling into a mix that leaves you gasping for air.

Even so, you still want to yell and kick and scream and pull your hair out from its roots and ask him “why?” Why would he make a promise such as this- a promise in general if he couldn’t even keep his word to it?

You hate him and you love him all the same for it, but f*ck is this whole thing messing with your head.

Your focus then shifts from his face, down the length of his arms, to his hands. The drumming of his fingers against the steering wheel had stopped a short while ago, instead his hands turn to hold the object in a vice grip. One of which looks as though if he were to apply any more pressure to it, the steel would bend and break underneath him.

Your fingers twitch. You want to offer him comfort; you want to let him know you aren’t entirely mad at him- but, still; you are mad at him in a way, so wouldn’t that action contradict itself?

Your eyes travel back up to his face, but the difference this time, as opposed to the last, is that he meets your gaze. His entire body freezes and stiffens the second he meets your line of sight, breath catching in the back of his throat as his mind scrabble to figure out what he needs to do next as to not f*ck anything up further.

So, his solution in this scenario is to leave. His hands abruptly part in front of the wheel, almost in a way that resembles someone being burnt by a hot object. His sweaty palms leave a certain shine on the wheel, and it’s then that you can obviously see the dents his grip has left.

You almost don’t catch it, but he mumbles something under his breath, something along the lines of “you can keep the keys in the ignition if you want.”

Something like that.

He’s quick to open the door after those words leave his mouth, stepping out head-first with the crisp air biting his exposed face. He’s not entirely out yet, though, as only his first left and upper body have exited the car.

Now you have a choice to make, and you hope to all the gods that may listen that you’re making the right one.

“Wait, give me a second and I’ll be right behind you. Grab the keys.”

You aren’t surprised that he listens to your words, healing his movements as you open your own car door and exit the vehicle, arms continuing to curl around yourself, though this time the reason for doing so is because of the cold.

Techno notes that, already shedding the muddled brown cardigan he had been wearing moments before as he snatches the keys from the ignition. The car door shuts behind him with a slam, keys in one hand and sweater in the other.

He meets up with you around the hood of the car, passing you the sweater with pleading eyes, hoping that you’ll take it without argument. You do, and both you and him are grateful for that for your own reasons that don’t need entertaining at this time.

As the two of you cross the short distance from Techno’s car to the store’s front, his lips part in awe. He… he never expected you to come along with him. He thought you would have stayed in the car if anything, maybe turning on the heater and radio in wait for him, or possibly screaming into the void about how utterly stupid he is.

Or, hell- maybe you’d drive off and leave him where he stood.

But no, instead, you’re walking inside the bakery with him, your strides matching his as the two of you go up and down each aisle, inspecting the different loaves of bread and treats that the establishment offers.

Techno has a quaint brown basket in his hold at this point in time, one which he grabbed by the door the second he walked in. That minor aspect was something he rather enjoyed about the store, the small, stupid detail bringing a smile to his face- yours too, it seemed.

Even with this soft, barely noticeable grin on his face, you notice the way his hands are curled tightly around the handle once more. It’s an anxiety thing, that much you can tell. But you notice, of course you do, so as an attempt to ease the anxieties of the man you love, you softly curl your palm around the back of his.

It’s an attempt not only to soothe him, but to also try and ease this tension that’s been forming between the two of you.

Are you stupid for trying to comfort him after he ditched you and made you look like an idiot? Absolutely. But would you rather have him anxious and worried that he’s in worse than he thinks he is as opposed to him calm and ready to talk through it with a level head? Absolutely not.

He noticeably relaxes from your little gesture, his shoulders slumping a little as he casts his gaze at you. His eyes hold a silent “thank you” within them, and all you can do to respond is nod. He gets the message, bringing your hand atop of his up to his lips as he presses a gentle kiss to the back of it.

He’s got you wrapped around his finger even if he doesn’t know it.

A soft, breathy laugh passes through your lips at the affection, your eyes breaking away from him and instead toward the baked goods around you as you both walk up and down the mini-aisles within the confines of the store. Soft jazz plays over the speakers, perhaps Billie Holiday , and it only romanticizes the scene further.

Techno’s not necessarily looking for anything in particular while he’s here. He planned to just come in and buy you something sweet and hopefully that would somehow resolve his issues. But, watching your eyes linger on every item within the store, small oohs and aahs sounding from you every few seconds, he realizes that was a sh*tty plan to begin with.

As the two of you near the front of the store, a glass barrier displaying all the freshly cooked sweets under the countertops, you stop in your tracks and watch as one worker places a freshly baked batch of cinnamon rolls onto a rack.

Your sudden halt brings Techno to a stop beside you, his eyes moving their way up to your face, and then soon after following your gaze to the treat that was making the bakery smell sweeter than it already had.

It’s in that moment that Techno knows exactly what he’s getting.

Techno isn’t standing entirely beside you, per se, but rather a little bit behind you as your body has turned toward the cinnamon rolls ahead. So, with his hand at the dip of your back, he pressed you to move closer to the cash register, his head finding a home next to yours as he meets the eyes of the cash register.

The transaction moves quickly, the worker quickly putting four or so cinnamon rolls into a small box for the two of you to take. Though you are in no way focused on that part of anything. No, rather your attention lingers on the way his warm breaths fans down the side of your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You focus on the way his body presses into your back, the heat of him seeping through your clothes in a way that makes you shiver.

It’s only when he squeezes his hand around your own, tugging you softly towards the exit that you’re snapped out of this trance he’s put you in.

D*mn him.

But you get the notion quickly, following behind him as the smell of the cinnamon rolls follows you out the door and through the parking lot. There’s a silence between you two, but this time it’s in no way as awkward as it had been merely 15 minutes ago.

As you’re getting into the car, shutting the door softly behind you, you notice that Techno doesn’t open his trunk or stick the treats in the back seat of his car. Instead, he steps into the car head-first with the treats following after, placing the thin cardboard box onto this lap as he settles in, shutting the door behind him.

You watch as he opens up the box carefully, taking one roll out and hiding it to you. There are no napkins available, so the sticky coating of the treat travels from his hand to yours as you accept it, taking a bite the second the treat is in your grasp.

He follows your actions soon after, taking one for himself and taking a bite out of it. It’s the first thing he’s had to eat all day, so he tries his best not to eat like a starved man (even if that’s exactly what he does the second the flavours hit his tongue).

The two of you eat in a comfortable silence, the cinnamony-sweet taste from the rolls settling and melting on to your tongues. It’s… gods, there aren’t words in the English language that can fully depict how good the treat tastes on his tongue right now.

Though, however good it may be, there’ll always be one taste that stands above the rest as his favorite,

The muddled silence shared between the two of you speaks a thousand words. The soft chewing, the sounds of dough tearing away from each other, the rustling of clothes against the seat- all of it.

Techno’s no good with his words, both of you know that. It’s not a bad thing, of course, as he expressed his feelings and emotions in other ways, but the fact is still important to note upon. Nonetheless, him going out of his way to buy you a treat as a sh*tty way to make up for forgetting about tonight is… well, a horrible way to make up for the situation. Though with Technoblade? You understand that these actions of his express the way he feels better than words ever could.

Between bites, though, he does make the effort to apologize to you verbally. He can’t meet your eyes while doing so, and while others might take that action as a way to say that he doesn’t actually mean his words, you as his partner know that it’s the only way he can put together his thoughts in a coherent manner as to stop them from crumbling beneath him.

Even if he never meets your gaze during his little speech, you keep your eyes entirely focused on him, your sticky fingers as a result of the icing dripping down them long forgotten and stored in the back of your mind for later reference.

It’s only when his mouth closes for good that he actually turns his head, deep red eyes meeting yours. Though you could never understand it, there’s this way his breath audibly catches when he meets your eyes. They’re so full of… emotion, in a way that he can only describe as a love-struck gaze that makes his heart skip a few beats, a dopey smile forming on his lips.

Every part about you, every little thing that makes up who you are - he can see all the love and understanding and compassion that follows them when you look at him. The way your smile reaches your eyes, the way the colors in your eyes mix in a way he’s never seen before, pupils blown wide and visible to him. Just-every single thing about you leaves him at a loss for words.

He loves it.

You take Techno’s face in your hands, sticking fingers pressing up against his cheeks as you take hold of him and guide his lips to yours. The kiss is so sweet, so soft and full of love that he can’t help but slump against your hold, fingers finding themselves at your waist as he ever so slowly drags you impossibly closer to him.

F*ck, the two of you would stay like this forever if you could, your lips pressed against each other in kisses that leave you both light-headed and dizzy.

But alas, air is something that the body can only go so long without. So, as your lips part from Techno’s, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you, he presses his forehead into yours with a guttural humm following after it.

He loves you; he loves you; he loves you; he loves you. Gods above, the things he would do for you- to you, if you so asked. He’s wrapped around your finger and gods, he’d be a fool to ever try to leave that.

So, as your softly whisper against his skin, telling him that you’re grateful he made an effort to make it up to you, but you still are quite a bit upset about the whole thing- you tell him that you’re willing to put the situation behind the both of you so long as he made it up the right way in the future.

He knows that he has work to put in to better himself and your relationship, but as he presses tender and fervent kisses against your lips and skin, he takes a deep breath to give you a proclamation that leaves a lovesick grin plastered onto your face with your mind in a haze that make you euphoric:

“I know that I have work to do, I know that I need to get better at- well, a lot of things. But thank you, thank you, thank you for forgiving me this once. I promise to you, darling, that I’ll take a thousand years and then some to make it up to you if that’s what it takes. My heart is yours, and in your care it shall stay.”

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[aldakat31415]

Soooo uhhhhhh...

the dsmp got me down bad.. technoblade is.. ight I know but hes so.. anyway uhhh.. here.

Technoblade x reader

Warnings: Mythology may be inaccurate I went off memory.. sorry.

The sound of books hitting the counter, dust flying everywhere as you opened the book in front of you. The pages stacked up for what seemed would take centuries to read. You had no idea what had possessed you to come back here, the library.

The bookshelves didn't just shelve novels, but memories. The two of you used to run through the building, knocking over book-karts and bumping into people as the librarian shushed you.

"Blood for the blood god!" the boy shouted, a fake wooden sword in one hand as he stood atop of his book pile. King of the hill.. You looked up at him, a literary throne fit for a king. Laughing while trying to climb the mountain and accidentally knocking him down under you, the two of you laughing your heads off until something smacked into him.

"huh.." he picked the book up, showing it to you. It had a large hardback cover, images of strange people. One had shoes with wings, and he flew over another man who was half horse? You laughed at the absurdness, but Techno stared at it for a second, seemingly intrigued. "Greek mythology.." He mumbled under his breath, staring at the words.

"Isn't that the weird story from history class?" You asked as you both stood up. He opened it up, and the first page was a little terrifying. A giant man, swallowing babies.

"Oh its Kronos." He commented, far more educated on the subject than you had been at the time. "He ate his children so they wouldn't overthrow his rule."

You stared at him, disturbed. Your elementary school brain did not like or really get what this was. " He ate his kids.. Yeah.. that's freaky.." You said, making a face at the picture.

"Well it doesn't end badly." Techno begins, trying to ease your discomfort. "The kids actually win at the end. " He flipped the page, pointing to a bunch of people in bed-sheet dresses. "Zeus mom actually tricked his dad, so he didn't get eaten. Instead he grew up, and formed a plan. He made his dad eat a really gross mixture and throw up all his siblings, and they defeated him afterward. So they got to rule Olympus."

You were silent for a moment. "You know a lot about this.."

"I actually pay attention in class."

You laugh a little, remembering the two of you as kids. You opened the book in the middle, knowing it like the back of your hand as you flipped to your favorite part.

"Theseus.. Theseus.. who is this guy.." A teenage you mumbled to yourself. "Is he like Perseus..? Is he in Percy Jackson.." You looked at the book, not really wanting to read it and just hoping your memories of your favorite children's novel would help.

"It's disappointing to know you only know stuff from that book.." A voice behind you grumbled, the piglin holding his books close to himself as he sat the stack next to you.

"I like books, but I have other hobbies Tech. I can't dedicate my whole life to them you do.." You reply teasingly, finally giving in and opening the book.

"Hey! I play Minecraft!" He argues, reading over your shoulder.

"And kill orphans, such a booked schedule tech.." You comment absentmindedly. "It's a miracle you have enough time for me."

"Hey, you would fail English without me."

"I would not. I'd have B's."

"So thank me for the A's." He teases, tucking a piece of hair behind your hair. You look up at him, snorting at his action. He was always so touchy, at the time you didn't think much of it. He was just Technoblade.

"Thank you so much.. Technoblade ruler of English class.." You rolled your eyes, before scrunching up your nose at one part. "He reminds me of your little brother... wait.. is this where the nickname comes from?"

He stares at you light your dumb.

"Right.. Mythology nut.. of course it does.." You mumble and he laughs, leaning his head on your shoulder. Even at that age he towered over you, just not as badly as he does now.

You pushed him off. "Why do you like this shit so much?" You wondered, a little grossed out at these supposed 'heroes'.

He thinks for a moment, before taking your hand in his own. " It's just.. it's cool.."

You sigh. "Is that the best I get.. that's so little from a nerd like you."

He laughs. "Like you're not one.. You got all those weird things you like too."

"Touche, now.. maybe you could give me a better answer?"

"...no.. But maybe you could actually study.. don't wanna fail that essay do we?" You sighed, some of his mothering tendencies could be annoying.

"Like I could with you around." You mock.

"...flattery. I like that. Does work on me. Okay, I guess it's because.. i like how exciting it is, the danger and the romance. Not everybody is great, but it's.. compelling. Besides, this book reminds me of you." He points to the one you were reading. "It always finds you, you say you can't stand this subject, but I always find you looking into it. It feels.. special."

He stared into your eyes, and suddenly you were hyper aware of his hand on yours as you found yourself feeling warmer. His words touching something inside of you as you looked into his glistening orbs of eyes, something you had never seen in them before.

A sigh and a vague feeling made you close the book. You could recite every word inside out and backwards and the words were dancing along the tip of your tongue. Tears started to fall down your cheek, and you came back into reality cupping your cheek with a realization.

"Thump. "

A book hit the floor.

You turned around to see long pink hair fall across a man's shoulder as he bent down to pick up what he had dropped, his appearance was familiar, but when he looked back up at you your heart popped.

"Y/N.." The word came from a voice both familiar and not. You stood up, the book to your chest. You legs found their way next to him without you telling them to, staring at his face like a book you couldn't put down.

"Tech.. It's been a while. " he had gotten tall, and you noticed how nicely he kept his hair in a braid. A collared white shirt that practically came from a fairy-tale. You couldn't help but admire how much he looked like a prince.

He held a hand close to his chest, the words catching on his throat."Y-yeah.. It's.. I haven't seen you since high school, have I?"

You giggled at his reaction, his emotions clear as day. "..Missed me?"

His breath catches, such a strange but beautiful reaction from such a large man. "Y-yes. Yes I missed you. Oh Y/n, I missed you."

You sigh as he cups your cheek noticing your tears. "Y-"

"I missed you too." You cut him off. "The past three years.. have been so.." You bit your lip, clutching the book closer to you.

He noticed the book, his eyes widening before he laughed out. "You have it!" He held it up, before looking at you. Something in his eyes changed as they widened at his realization.

You nodded. "I'm actually a teacher now.." You looked down blushing. "I needed it for my class.. thought I would use the special one.."

"You're a teacher?" He looks at you curiously before you notice his badge.

"You work here now?"

"Literature major.. I'm hoping to become head librarian.." He looks away blushing.

You hold the badge in your hand, admiring it. "You're gonna be an amazing one."

"thanks.. I thought you hated mythology.." He commented, handing the book back to you.

"I changed my mind.." You replied, as one last memory came back to you.

It was graduation day, and it was pouring rain. You and Techno sat under the bleachers, laugh at you used him plus his jacket as an umbrella. He was drenched, and not a drop had touched you. "This is not fair.." He complained.

"You're the one who wanted to read it to me.. here's the best spot.." You replied, trying not to laugh.

He let out a annoyed sigh, opening the book as you leaned into his chest. "People are gonna think were making out or something.." He replied blushing.

"Let people think what they want.." You were serious, but a warmth crept through you at his words as butterflies filled your stomach.

"Okay.. Theseus?"

"You read that every time.. " You complained. "Any new ones?"

"No.. But we haven't read this one in a while. " He pointed to a page with a goddess with flawless skin and gorgeous features adorned. "Aphrodite."

"Hmm.. Okay.. but you gotta spice it up if I'm not supposed to get bored. "

"I didn't write it.. how could I.." He sighed at your look. "Aphrodite was the goddess of love. One of her birth stories is that she came from the ocean, the foam of sea birthing her. She's married to Hephaestus, but cheats on him with Ares.. who's apparently much hotter. Her son is Eros, who is the god of love-"

"I'm bored.." You admitted after trying to pay attention for a while. "Can't we do anything else.. "

"Aphrodite is interesting.." He whined.

"While her love life may be, i beg to differ.. " You sighed and closed your eyes. "I'm gonna fall asleep.."

He laughed, running his hands through your hair. "You think her love life is interesting? That's.. a start."

You laughed with him. "Well it's better than mine, I've never even dated.. I don't think anyone's attracted to me.."

"What no.. you're plenty hot. You'll find someone in no time." He tried to cheer you up, and ignore the blush that the words caused him to adorn.

"Mmmm.. maybe a person like Hephaestus. Ugly face and good personality. Good spouse, just a little.. boring. I'd marry them in like ten years." You tried to think of the best thing you could think of for yourself.

"So you do listen.. "

"Yeah I know his mom yeeted him off a cliff for being ugly.." You replied. "Like me."

He sighed. "You're anything but ugly. You rival.. you rival Aphrodite. " He did the look once again and you felt yourself pulled in.

"You reall-"

"...Yeah.. Look you're gorgeous.. inside and out.. You make the goddess of love look like some nobody with how much you outshine her. And I.. I love you. I love you so badly.. " He looked away and you could feel his heart beat against his chest, practically trying to escape.

You opened your mouth only to close it, and what started as pull was now a force of magnetism so great you found your lips close to his before you pulled away. "You.. Technoblade.." Your heartbeat was a stampeding armada. He looked down and you cried, tears dripping down your cheeks.

"I know you don't feel the same.."

"I didn't say that."

His eyes slowly met yours, and you felt like the sun and moon had become one and the same. The sky was a storm overhead and the man you loved and who loved you looked at you with such a gaze that you felt like you might pass out. You leaned in, and you found yourself in the present again. Staring up at him and techno staring down at you like both of you had just had gone through the same memory.

"I Uh.. " He looked away blushing, his glasses catching the light and glinting pink. Those were new.

You held his hands. "I know.." his eyes returned to you. "I know.. I know Tech." Pressing one of his palms into your cheek you looked up at him and a wave of emotions passed between the two of you, it had been years, but that same magnet drew the two of you closer. His lips touched yours as he cupped your face with a hand, the other wrapping around your waist.

Right where it belonged.

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[ficwriterwastakenalt]

Would you be willing to write a part 2 to "Angel Wings and Pledges to the Crown" where we heal techno them phil, mumza, tommy, and wilbur come running to us to see what's happening the rest would be up to you

:0 COMING RIGHT UP i've been wanting to write a part two but had no ideas so thank you Hun!

Angel Wings and Pledges to the Crown P2

"I thought you said you never die," Yn said as she sat behind Techno and placed his head on their lap. Techno rolled his eyes at his wife and remarked, "I'm still alive, aren't I?" as Yn stared at the bloody mess in front of her where the three bodies lay still. "You're aboustlaty gorgeous m'lady," Technoblade said as Yn giggled and joined their hands together.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" When Yn looked up, she saw Tommy standing there with his jaw hanging wide and his eyes staring directly into theirs. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?" Tommy exclaimed, causing Yn to frown and turn her head away. "Tommy, stop talking to my wife like that," Techno glared at his younger brother, ordering him to stop. "That's Yn?" Yn nodded as she turned to Wilbur after hearing his voice. Mumza and Philza nodded after glancing at Yn and each other.

When Yn opened her eyes after closing them, the heaviness of her wings had vanished. She then turned their head to Techno and said, "I understand if you don't want me any longer, my lord." Yn muttered as their vision was clouded by tears. Techno swiftly shook his head no, "You my love are never getting away from me" "We should get you back to the castle, dear," Yn remarked, looking up at the sky. "I prefer it here," Techno responded, grabbing hold of Yn and bringing her to his chest. "But the-" "shhhh," Techno interrupted.

---months later---

Jumping out of the huge bed because a loud bang Yn hurriedly removed her crimson nightgown and changed into a white blouse, black pants, and dark red corset. Techno was sleeping in the bed when Yn snatched his cape and wrapped it around her shoulders before sprinting out of the room and towards the bang.

As she rounded a corner, Yn reached up and snatched one of the swords off the wall. What is with all this noise, Yn Instally hit down the intruder and aimed the sword directly at their chest. Yn raised her head to an tired looking Technoblade in her view. "Why are you aiming your sword at the new cook, Yn?"  Yn turned to gaze at the guy who appeared to be shaking; he had brown hair that was fluffy and grey eyes. Yn felt like they kicked a puppy.

"I'm sorry, I heard a bang, I mistaken it for an interupter." Yn swiftly put her sword down and assisted the man in standing.

Yn nodded and the man apologised, saying, "Of course Queen Yn, my apologies; I shouldn't have been so loud in the first place" "it's alright..."  "Karl Jacobs, my lady!" Yn smiled and said, "Mr. Jacobs, it's quite alright." The cook immediately bowed once more, dashed for the kitchen. Yn rolled her shoulders and groaned. "Honey, you've been off ever since the accident in the field," Techno said. Yn bit her lip and bowed her head, saying, "of course my lord, my apologies." The marble floor started to blur.

"Shh my little godess you're ok I'm here," Yn felt arms encircle her. Yn couldn't help but sob and hug Techno."Let's get you back to sl-," "Techno. My son, we have a very important meeting to get to. Oh Yn, are you okay, dear?" "Mother, I don't think it's the time for that meeting," Techno said, as Yn pulled herself away from Techno. Mumza sighed, "Her parents want it, not us, hun."

Yn eyed the two while asking, "What meeting?" Mumza nodded as she turned to face Techno, telling him, "You have to tell her Techno...I'll leave you guys a minute." "Techno," Yn said, staring up at her husband, whose red eyes pierced into hers. "You father wants er-...heirs," Techno said with a flush, "is he here?" Techno nodded and watched as she stormed into the meeting room, flinging open the door. "Hey dear-"  Yn ignored her mother and stepped in front of her father, who appeared unfazed, saying, "You will wait till I am ready or you won't receive any at all."  "then you will be done with this marriage," Alexander glared down at Yn before grabbing her wrist, "wha-" Yn struggled to contain her tears as her father told her to pack her things and head home. "You can't make me leave," Yn said, "I can and I will young lady go pack your things NOW."

Yn eventually started crying and said, "but i-" Everything got silent after "BUT YOU WHAT YN" and "I LOVE HIM," and the only sound was Yn sobbing with her arms around her shoulders. "Come on Yn, let's go get you packed, honey," the Mumza said. Mumza led the way as Yn leaned into her, meeting Techno in the hall,  Techno paused and turned to face Yn before turning to face his mother, who was merely shaking her head. Technoblade nodded and stormed into the meeting room.

The moment Technoblade threw open the entrance, the entire castle seem to shake. Yn sobbed uncontrollably as she packed her things and even harder as she picked up something Techno had bought them. "I don't want to leave,"  Mumza quickly drew Yn into a hug and comforted her, saying, "Shh, it's ok. Techno will bring you back, I promise you."  Yn nodded into Mumza's chest.

Her father threw open Yn's door while grabbing Yn's wrist and ordering some guards to retrieve their bags. As everyone was gathered at the front door of the castle, Yn was being pulled there. She immediately stopped, causing their father to turn and stare at her. "Please just let me say goodbye," she pleaded, her voice breaking. Alexander said, "hurry up."

Even the cook Karl, who she barely knew, was hugged by her. When she turned to face Techno, he had a single tear running down his cheek. Yn hugged him tightly and let out a sniffling sound before her father interrupted her. "Goodbye my god," Yn was yanked away, the last thing she heard was "goodbye my little godess."

Yn was escorted from the palace and into a carriage, where her mother sat with her face streaked with tears and her father sat next to Eloise, leaving Yn to sit across from him. As the horse started to pull the carriage down the walkway, the carriage started to rock. Yn quickly turned around to watch the castle and her husband slowly vanishing.

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[technoblade-simp16]

This is a story I made for a writing event by dreamwvrld, my prompt is fallen angel/devil au with c!technoblade. Dont forget to check out @dreamwvrld and all the others that are participating in this event (check the tags to see the event and the writers participating in it)

Word count: 3000+

It has been many year's since you've fallen, not quite sure exactly how many though. You've grown to accept being condemned even though you did nothing wrong, you actually prefer living down on earth rather than heaven seeing as how it changed from the supposed holy place it once was to becoming a place governed by unjust and unfair 'saint's' now being only a shell of what it was before. Though you've roamed the earth for quite sometime you never really interacted with mortals much, the first and only person you actually talked to eversince you fell from grace was a demon named badboyhalo. It seemed that you two had something in common as he was kicked out of hell because of how nice he was, ever since your first encounter with him you started meeting with him more and he became your first friend. As time passed by he started worrying that you were too lonely seeing as he was the only person who you befriended.

"you need to find more friend's you muffin, so that you wouldn't be so sad and gloomy all the time" hearing this i once again told him for the hundredth time that i was not interested in befriending mortals seeing as they'll just grow old and die one day while me and him are immortal. "Well i think i know someone else that's immortal, maybe you can befriend him" "Oh? And who is this person you've never told me about for some reason?" "Hehehe.... Sorry, i don't really know him well so i never really thought of telling you." I just nod and signal him to continue "well his name is Philza and I'm pretty sure he's an angel of death from the vibe he gives off sometimes"

*An angel of death? From what i remember they're supposed to be like grim reapers but resemble fallen angels just without the halo.* Bad then points in a direction "he lives that way but his house is quite far so it might take awhile, maybe 5-8 hours of flying depending on the weather. Though he's an angel of death he's actually more of the town dad treating nearly every kid he see's as his own so I'm sure you'll get along with him great. He also lives with my other friend he's a piglin named techno he always says technoblade never dies but i don't know if he's actually immortal or not, they live together in a house located in the thundra and it's currently the only house there so you shouldn't have a problem finding it"

"so you want me to spend possibly 8 hours flying just to see a dad and someone who has a catchphrase and might be immortal?" Bad only nods and waits for a response, you want to say no but if you do he's just gonna keep asking you to do it and use his puppy eyes like always, *sigh* "fine, I'll do it. But if anything happens I'm going to kill you when i get back got it?" He hesitantly nods knowing you're not lying about killing him. "So, when will you be leaving?" "Tomorrow since i have nothing better to do and besides, the sooner i befriend them the sooner you'll stop pestering me about making friends" bad only nods and smiles at me, he's happy that I'm actually gonna try and make friends. After about 30 minutes of chatting, mostly him telling me about the people I'll be meeting he gets up "Well i should probably get going, skeppy might destroy our house if I'm gone for too long" i nod and we say our goodbye's and he takes off flying to his and skeppys house, "i should probably start packing some stuff for the journey since it's going to be quite a long one and i should prolly head out early in the morning if i want to be back before midnight"

*Time skip to early next day brought to you by my lazy ass and last two brain cells*

"Ok lets see if i have all my stuff, food? check, weapons? check, spare clothes? check, other stuff that I'm to lazy to count one by one? check, ok i think that's about all the stuff i need i think. Well i should get going now since its gonna be a long flight" with that i leave the house, spread my wings and take flight heading in the direction bad told me. The sun hasn't risen yet since it's only 4 in the morning so hopefully i get there before noon, as I'm flying i think about how i should approach the two when i get there, "maybe i could talk with philza since we're both angels or maybe i could talk to that techno guy since he doesn't like governments from what bad told me and heaven is like a government and i dislike it" i keep thinking about how i should talk to them so much that i don't even notice that im in the thundra already, i only snap back to reality when i feel a snow flake land on my nose and it makes me sneeze a bit "damn how long was i zoned out?" i look at my watch and see that I've already been flying for over 5 hours "I've been flying this long so i should be close to it by now" after about 15 more minutes of flying a house comes into view, it was a single house in the thundra so that might be it. I land carefully as not to make to much noise and head towards the door, i can feel my whole body tense up from all the nervousness since it's been a long time since i interacted with people besides bad and skeppy. I nock on the door a few times and wait patiently for someone to open it i can hear footsteps coming closer and i take a deep breath and exhale trying to calm myself. The door opens and reveals a man with large black wings wearing a green robe and a white and green striped bucket hat, *this guy must be philza from the looks of it.* The man just looks at me and i finally speak up "are you philza by any chance?" "Yes and who might you be?" "My name is y/n, i came here because my friend badboyhalo told me to" "bad? Why would he send you here" "he says that i need to make more friends but i don't really want to be friends with mortals since they'll die eventually so he told me about you and said that you're immortal so it should be fine" he's caught off guard by what i said but goes back to being calm, he tells me to come inside since it cold outside so i do, we both take a seat by the fire place and he starts talking "so, are you immortal too?" "Yeah, im actually an angel, a fallen one to be exact and from what bad told me you're an angel of death yes?" "Yes i am, how did you end up falling if i may ask?" "i got blamed for some stupid crap i didn't do and they ended up banishing me here although I'm a bit pissed for being wrongfully punished i actually prefer living down here rather than heaven" we ended up talking for a while telling more about each other, he also told me about his wife who turns out to be lady death and that she's the reason he's an angel of death, at first i didn't believe it but then he showed me hundreds of pictures of her and i had no choice but to believe it.

After an hour or two of talking i heard the door open, i looked to see who it was and i saw a piglin wearing a red cape and a crown i figured he was technoblade since he matched what bad described me. After he noticed me he just stared at me, he seemed to be wondering why a random stranger was in his house he looked tense but phil told him that i was ok and i was not an enemy. He asked phil who i was anf why was i here and phil told him about me like how i was a fallen angel and that bad told me to go here since he wants me to make more friends, after that he looked at me and gave a questioning look "don't angels suppose to have a halo?" I chuckle a bit and snap my fingers, my halo materialises above my head it was a shiny obsidian black with a glowing gold pattern runing along the middle and some of my feathers also became gold as a simbol of how wasn't an ordinary angel before but a gate keeper angel. He seemed to be mesmerised by gold glow from my halo and wings, makes sends though since he's a piglin and all, phil snaps him out of it when he asks him if i could stay for the night since a storm seemed to be coming in, he nodded and returned to staring at the gold feathers on my wings which just made me laugh since from what bad told me he was supposed to be this though and stoic warrior but here he is, unable to look away from the gold feathers staring at them like a dog who saw a squirrel phil chuckles a bit and leaves, possibly to make some food for us. He snaps back to reality when i start walking to him, he looked a bit tense since he's still not sure about me, i run my hand through one of my wings and stop when i reach a gold feather, i pluck it out and reach out my hand giving it to him "what?" Was all he could say "well you looked like you couldn't look away from my feathers and i know that piglins like gold a lot so i thought i could give you one of my feathers" "why?" "Well cuz if i want to befriend you than i need to make a good impression" he grabs the feather and looks at it for a bit and looks at me "thanks" "you don't talk much do you?" He laughs at this which made me smile since he seems to trust me. time goes by and we just sit by the fire place talking about our selves and our opinions on things, "what are your thoughts on government?" He asked me "well from experience i think their complete shit, using their power to benefit themselves and punishing those who dare oppose them" he gives a small nearly unnoticeable smile but it was enough for me to see, he tells me that both he and phil agree and that they're both actually anarchists, it doesn't surprise me since bad already told me. "What is it like up there, you know, heaven?" I frown a bit hearing this since i don't really like remembering heaven due to it being shit "it's not the holy and pure place you guys down here think it is, atleast not anymore. Heaven is governed by these 'saints' they're like a government, and most if not all of these so called saints abuse their power for their own benefit and punish those who have done nothing wrong, back then every thing was nice a peaceful but nowadays there's even drugs in heaven, now it's merely just a shell, a name for what it once was long long ago" he looked at me and could tell that i didn't want to think about it "I'm sorry for asking about it" "no it's okay, i fell from grace a very long time ago and besides i need to be honest if i wanna make friends atleast that's what bad told me" after that techno told about himself like how he has voices and his head and what they say to him "why are you telling me this?" "Well you told me about stuff that you dont like talking about so i thought i could do the same" "ok then, does this mean I'm your friend now" "more or less yeah" we keep chatting about interesting topics such as fighting, mythology and suprisingly gardening.

*Time skip to when it's night and all should be asleep*

I should be asleep by now but something's keeping me awake, i try to sleep once again but i suddenly hear a noise coming from down stairs. I got up from the bed and quietly leave the spare bedroom and head to the stairs, as i walk down the steps i see that the door was open and there was a figure in the porch. I head to the porch and as i got closer i realised that it was just techno it seemed that he was lost in thought since he still hasnt noticed me so i gently tap his shoulder, he looks at me and gives a tired smile to which i answer with my own "what are you doing here late at night?" "I could ask you the same" "well i heard a noise and came to check but saw it was only you, though it seems something is troubling you" "it's nothing" "that's what people say when they do have something bothering them so tell me, besides I'm your friend now so I'm obligated to help if something is wrong" "did bad tell you that?" "Maybe, but i agree with it" he tells me about his problems, most of them being about the people who're hunting him down and how he's worried about his enemies finding this place and putting phil in danger as well as keeping the voices from hurting anyone that he care's about since they sometimes get to loud to bare with. I feel sad cuz it seems like he has quite a bit on his shoulders and i wanna cheer him up or atleast calm him down, whenever i feel down bad always hugs me and that usually works so why not give it a shot, i wrap my arms around him and hug him tight, he stills not expecting me to do this. He eventually relaxes and returns the hug, it feels like he needed something like this, someone showing that they care about him with actions and not just words. After about a minute or two i let go and see that he's looking better now, "thanks" "no problem, that's what friends are for anyway. Now let's get you to bed since it's still two in the morning and it's too early to be awake" i grab his hand and lead him to his room which felt a bit wierd since this is his house but at the same time it also felt natural in some way and i didn't know why. Once he gets to his bed i turn around to go back to the spare bedroom but stop when i feel a hand grab me by the arm, i turn to see that it was techno "stay, please" i couldn't say no since i knew he just needed someone to be with right now, someone who he feels safe around and it ended up being me. I give him a small smile "fine, though you might need to move a bit if you want both of us to fit in the bed" we both quietly laugh at this and he moves a bit so that i can also fit on his bed. I lay down on the bed beside techno and see that we're both facing each other, i get a bit flustered since his face was really close but manage to say a small goodnight before closing my eyes and turning around, i was starting to think this wasn't a good idea sharing the bed until i feel his arms wrap around me and pull me towards him. I can feel my wings and back touching his chest, his breath touching my neck and a sharp object poking me near a vital body part(his tusks poking the back of your head not that you sinful minds). I can't help but turn into a tomato but i was glad that he couldn't see my face since it was night and i was facing away from him, "thanks again" "n-no problem" was all i could say before shutting my eyes and focusing on falling asleep, after a little while i finally managed to drift away to the land of dreams.

*Time skip to the following morning (this is the last time skip i swear*

I awake to the rays of sunshine poking through the curtains and try to get up only to fail and i realise that techno still has his arms wrapped around me, i turn my head to look at him and see that he was still asleep. I couldn't help myself from smiling when i saw how peaceful he looked, it was so different from how he looked from when he first saw me yesterday, *he looks so peaceful, so calm, so charming* i qiuckly realise what i just said in my mind and try to calm myself the fuck down before i end up waking him up with how loud my heart was beating. After calming down i try to remove his arms only to receive a groan doing so he starts waking up and i try not to panick and muster the will to speak and ask him if he can let go of me now so i can get up but all i get is another groan and him muttering "five more minutes" "techno, i need to get up now we both do, it's already 9 in the morning" he gives one last groan before letting go and getting up. We both get up and leave the room only to be met with phil who gives us a questioning look to which we just shrug in response, the morning goes by without any stange things happening, we eat breakfast and talk more about stuff we have in common. Time passes by and it was time for me to leave we were all sad since it was time for me to leave especially me as well as technoblade it seemed from the look he had, i say my goodbyes to the both of them and turn to technoblade to give him one last hug before i go, this time he hugs back faster and tighter than last time, after the hug a thought came to my head and got me very flustered at the time my mind was yelling at me to either chicken out or do it to which i ended choosing the latter. I use flap my wings so that i get to his level and give him a kiss in the cheek, after that i instantly flew off yelling bye with a tomato face. As i flew o looked back to see techno touching the spot where i had just kissed him and saw a smile coming on his face, this made me relieved since this doesn't mean he disliked me but at the same time it made me even more red since it meant he liked it, liked me. I big smile appeared on my face and i laughed a bit *i guess this wasn't a bad idea after all, though I'm never telling bad about this especially skeppy. I'm definitely going to visit this place again soon though* and with that i had made two more friends and possibly something more, who knows only time can tell what it'll lead to.

Im finally done with this story, i had a hard time thinking of how to write it since i don't really do oneshots but hopefully some people will enjoy reading this. This was my story for dreamwvrld's writing event please go and check out @dreamwvrld and the other writers participating this event if you have the time, that is all.

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[lonely-lost-soul]

Hello everyone,

Im not sure if everyone has heard the news at this point and if this is how you’re finding out I’m so sorry. Unfortunately, Technoblade has passed away from stage 4 cancer. I was just made aware of this about an hour ago. Im absolutely heartbroken and all my condolences go out to his friends and family. Im utterly devastated as many of you know I got COVID last January and because of that I ended up having a seizure and becoming diagnosed with epilepsy. As all of that was going on the only thing that kept me sane and happy was Technoblade’s videos as well as the dreamsmp videos, if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t have started writing and I wouldn’t have met all of you amazing and lovely people.

That being said I don’t think I can write for Technoblade any longer. I feel like personally writing for a dead content creator, whether his fictional persona or his irl persona, does not morally sit right with me. I love him, he’s changed my life as he did with many others and wish to honor him and his memory but I don’t think continuing to write x reader fan fiction is the way to do that. The last thing I want to be is disrespectful to his memory and those who are mourning. I hope you all can understand but if you don’t I also understand, you may unfollow me if you want too because this is why I built my blog upon.

I hope you all continue to read the other things I write because I don’t plan on stopping. I don’t know if I’ll write any further for dsmp at this very moment because everything is so fresh but if you have any other requests for any other fandom I’d be happy to hear them. I’m taking requests at the moment because I need to distract myself and I do that by drawing and writing. I can make a full list for all the fandoms I write for tomorrow possibly.

Lastly, I want to say my dm’s, inbox and discord are ALWAYS open. I may not respond right away but if you need to talk about what has happened you can reach out to me and I’ll try to respond.

I love you all and please stay safe in this time. Take a break from social media if you need too, take deep breaths and drink water. You’re going to be okay.

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[icedb1ackcoffee]

Corrupted by Design CH 1 | Feyd-Rautha x Reader

After generations of pillaging and destroying their ecosystem, you are assigned by the Emperor to work on with the Harkonnens to improve their planet’s agriculture as Imperial Ecologist. However, Giedi Prime is far from welcoming, and you must fight to survive the horrors you endure at the hands of the Harkonnens. When you catch the eye of the Baron’s youngest nephew, and most prized possession, you step into a world complicated by politics and revenge.

Tags: Unbeta'd, AFAB Reader, multiple OCs, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, enemy to friends to lovers/enemy lovers, slow burn, fake science, blood, violence, gore, body horror, cannibalism, uncle/nephew incest (implied), eventual smut, etc.

A/N: I’ve never read the books, so this is a combination of the Villeneuve films, the Dune Wiki, and a heavy dose of just making shit up lol. I try my best to make Reader as nondescript as possible, but there are mentions of having periods and body hair in later chapters. As a warning up front, this will not have a Happily Ever After ending, but maybe more like Happy For Now?

Please mind the tags; this is very dark, but that comes with the territory.

Chapter One: Like Meat (Spoiled)

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When you first arrived at Giedi Prime, nothing could have adequately prepared you for the shock the harsh environment brought. 

Approaching the planet, dark, heavy clouds of pollution choked its atmosphere, seen even from your descent into the atmosphere. Any hope you’d had on your mission here began to wither as you saw the goliath manufacturing plants and landfills that scarred the horizon on all sides. Even the advanced Sardakaur technology on this ship couldn’t soften the harsh winds. Could this be the reason why they accepted you— a last-ditch effort to salvage whatever was left of this godforsaken planet…?

When you landed, you rose unsteadily to your feet and grabbed your luggage. Two large bags and one satchel tied at your waist. The rest unloaded off the ship, full of your tools and plants. Your entire life packed away, always ready for the next move. An escort accompanied you off ship, the rest staying inside. Not that you would blame them; if it was not required of you, you would not leave, either.

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[rapid-looser]

★Sweet moments with the dsmp★

a/n: I randomly got this idea while looking back at some memories from a year and a half ago^^

Pronouns: You/Yours

TW: Makeup (in Niki's), injury, extremely heat/molten stuff (technoblades) and an mentions of dying (C!Sam's)

Request: yes/no

Romantic/Platonic

★

Cc!Niki:

•The both of you were going to an event and Niki wanted to do her makeup, but the two of you started a pillow fight, and her makeup ended up getting smudged

•By the time both of you had started calming down from a pillow fight, she had to redo her whole makeup, which she was a bit upset about, so she asked you for help

•So while you were doing her eyeliner, she accidentally jumped from the coldness of the eyeliner (for she reason she keeps it in the fridge), which made the eyeliner mess up, for a second time, but you didn't wanna have to redo her foundation again, so you tried to wipe it up, which ended up worse, and that got Niki laughing

•You were extremely mesmerised by her laugh, and when she noticed you stopped doing her makeup, she was confused at first, until she saw you staring at her

•"Your laugh is really cute, do you know that?" You said as you continued doing her makeup after a minute

•Needless to say, she was extremely embarrassed for a while after that, and through the event, she kept getting embarrassed from time to time cause she kept getting reminded of the incident that happened about 2 hours prior

•Even months after the event, if you mention the incident she will get slightly embarrassed and try to brush it off

★

C!Technoblade:

•He usually makes most of his weapons and armour by himself, with the occasional helping hand from Phil

•The main reason the makes it himself is so he knows the enchantments on it, and he knows that it's properly made, not just a half job

•But he'll also get you to help him with shaping the molten nertherite just incase you'll ever have to make some in an emergency, but he'll never let you touch it as it's extremely hot

•So, your beside him shaping the molten nertherite, with his supervision, and so far it's going good, your doing everything like he showed you to do, when you get distracted by some gold shining under the light, which when directly into your eyes

•Your hand was still near the half shaped nertherite, but it was still extremely hot, and unfortunately for you, while your eyes were adjusting from the shine of gold, a small bit of molten nertherite got on your finger

• "Shit" you cussed as you instinctively pulled your hand away from the molten nertherite which had just gotten on your finger

•Technoblade had looked away for a bit to find some more material, but once he heard you cuss, he turned back around to see the molten nertherite and you with your hand pulled away from it

•He knew what happened after a few seconds, cause it happened quite a few times before while he was making nertherite armour

• "Give me a second." He said as he went out of the room and came back in with a bandage and a potion of healing

•He knew that you weren't a damsel in destress and he knew that the burn wouldn't affect you in the long run besides a scar, but he still wanted to make sure it didn't cause much pain

•And he knew how much molten nertherite hurts when your just leaning to make armour, that's why he got the potion of healing, to stop the pain from burning as much

•Once he was finished bandaging up your finger, he held your hand which your burnt finger was on.

• "I told you to be careful with molten nertherite." He said, sighing. It was his was of saying 'I love you and all but you have to be careful', and you knew that.

•He would occasionally kiss the scar on your finger, usually just before a battle, because to him, it symbolised that you and him were always together, even if you couldn't physically see each other. The reason it symbolises that, is because it's a memory that he always has on his mind.

★

C!Sam

•Now Sam is a very busy person, even after the whole prison situation

•He always makes an effort to gift you things when he's extremely busy

•But one day, Sam stumbled across a wolf pup, which was abandoned, so what'd he do? He brought it back to the house where the two of you lived

•He wasn't too sure what to do with it at first, but luckily you where there to help him get it heated up and eating

•Now at first he was against the idea of keeping it, he just wanted to take care of it until it was old enough to fend for itself in the wild

•But you wanted to keep it, cause it looked so cute! Sam wouldn't be cruel enough to put something so defenseless back into the wild where it could die, right?

•In the end he kept it, after a fair amount of trying to convince him from you, but now another problem arose, what would you two name it?

•Eventually you both agreed on a name for the wolf pup, which was Fran. Sam originally wanted to name is Francis, even though the wolf pup was a female, but you refused to name a female pup that, so it was settled to Fran

•Now, Fran often cuddles up to you and Sam when he is home, even though Sam complains that she takes up so much room

•But in the end, he doesn't seem to mind her at all and seems to enjoy Fran joining in with cuddling

#niki x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp fic #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #techno x you #awesamdude x reader #awesamdude x you #c!techo x reader

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#destiel meme #destiel meme news #united states #us news #news #elon musk #grimes #claire boucher #fuck elon musk #elongated muskrat #x æ a xii #exa dark sideræl #techno mechanicus #yeah i'm putting their names on here if you have a problem take it up with grimes and musk for doing that to their poor children #giving your kids horrible names should be considered a form of abuse #suing #parental issues #custody battle #parental rights

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hello! its that cabin au part 3! know that meme, i can fix him? we're making them worse!

part 1 / part 2

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After an… exciting day of hiking, where techno has taken many chances to slip inside of you, watching you cry into his neck trying to muffle yourself… and the hike back to the cabin of course, it is perfectly okay to say that everyone is exhausted.

And well, you’re one to tap out after strenuous but after a three hour nap, and your boyfriend boiling you in the dead of summer, you’re not shying away from the cool night on the porch, on the swinging bench.

Your feet scrape the wooden boards gently, brushing against it as you let your legs do some of the work, the breeze cooling your burning face and neck faster than you anticipated. Your head tips to the left, leaning against the arm and closing your eyes. The sounds of the night lulling you into a sleep, the crickets chirping and the owls hooting every now and then. It’s pretty nice.

Then someone opens the door and you’re not that quick to open your eyes. The door shuts with a quiet click.

Your name is murmured within a scratchy throat, and you lift your head, rubbing your eyes open as you turn to look at the father of your boyfriend. “Hey, Phil, couldn’t sleep so I figured I should sit out here for a minute,” he nods, taking the seat next to you, the bench creaking the tiniest bit under his weight, nothing like the sounds it’d make if his boyfriend was the one next to you.

You’re tempted to do something but something about the peace, the quiet and existing next to him is something you haven’t had in a while. Yes, you enjoyed feeling good while making this man feel good, while under the current, rigid circumstances, but there’s a reason why you loved Techno’s family the way you did. They were not only interesting but incredibly kind to you. (Not to mention, unbelievably hot.)

“You’re good for my son, I’ve never seen him happier.” Phil’s low voice hums next to your ear, mumbling to you or himself, you’re not sure. “I don’t know why I’m meddling with it.”

You smile, shifting in your seat and give him a side-look, “you know I’m not good for him for that exact reason. And… I don’t think I want to stop anytime soon.” Your hand slides over his pajama pants, squeezing his thigh a little bit. You lean close, your mouth parting as you kiss his shoulder. “But if you ever want to stop, then tell me.” You slip your hand away, sitting straight up while you pull the cardigan over your chest, “I'm not going to be an asshole.”

You hear him shudder a breath, a shiver rolling down his spine as his hand stops you from leaving, encircling around your wrist soundly as you turn to stare at him. You watch him hesitate to form words but with the way he’s stopped you… you know he’s not going to stop this little thing between the two of you. (You’re certainly not, if you can help it.) 

“I don’t want to stop. I’ve never felt more alive,” he confesses and you reach up with a free, slow hand. Caressing the side of his face and watching him lean into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut and you nearly coo, enjoying this bit of peace with him. You nearly feel bad at ruining it when you tug your hand out of his hand, cupping his junk and feeling him stiffen against you. “You gonna let me suck you off while everyone’s asleep?” You whisper to him and his head tips back, a quiet groan escaping his lips while you move to get on your knees, getting comfortable while you fish his cock out, wetting his head with the tip of your tongue and sucking it into your mouth.

His hands come up to hold your head, his hands gripping the sides and making you feel hotter in a way you didn’t come out here for.

His muted moans, only quiet because of how hard he’s biting down on his lips, you’re sure, they set your insides on fire, knowing just how much chaos the cabin would be in if they found the two of you like this. Phil’s tiny ponytail slowly comes undone while his jaw is lax, prayers being mouthed to the ceiling of the porch, and no doubt, the reason being why the most incriminating. You, on your knees, lovingly tending to his dick, slobbering over and taking it into your throat even when you felt you couldn’t breathe, your lips will no doubt be puffy. And when his thighs tense, his fingers dig into your skull, a little dull tugging at your scalp making you moan, you know he’s close. So what do you do besides flick your tongue over his piss slit and suck at his head until he shoves your head down all the way, leaning forward as he curls into your mouth, pulsing as spurts of cum are shot down your throat.

You finally come up when he relaxes against the bench, massaging your head and giving you a look with his half-lidded eyes, kissing his tip goodbye and you press one into your fingers, fingers against his lips. “See you in the morning.”

“Can’t I return the favor?” He asks, hand sliding up to kiss your knuckles, looking up as you stand.

You hum, thinking to yourself how you should return to bed, Techno will probably wake up any minute and the faster you two part, the safer you should be from the consequences of getting caught.

And the thought of getting caught leads to you pressed against the cabin from the outside, gasping as your legs are over Phil’s shoulder, his tongue lapping over your clit, over your labia and pulls not one but two orgasms out of you, the sounds of slurping too addicting in your ears to let him stop at one.

You gather your breath as Phil wipes his mouth across your thighs, smiling to himself as he says goodnight, entering the cabin. Still breathing heavily and legs shaking as you approach the bench swing, you take what feels like an hour before going back inside, being sure you could actually walk without seeming weird.

And when you slip into the shower, scrubbing your scalp with the delicious smelling shampoo, you’re too content to check whether the person slipping into your shower is actually your boyfriend when you greet him with a groggy voice.

“I thought you were asleep,” you say as he pulls the curtains back, hands coming around to settle at your waist, squeezing and pulling you close to him, and when you didn’t immediately feel him slip inside of you, you’re curious. You hum a question as you open your eyes, looking down and seeing the music note tattoo on the inside of his wrist, you know it’s Wilbur holding you close in the warm water.

“Would you believe me if I said you kept me up?” He kisses the back of your neck, hands slipping towards opposite directions, one curling around your neck and one hand pressing a digit inside of you, pressing you closer and closer against him.

You bite your lip, one of your hands coming up to cover your mouth and he shushes you quietly, “none of that, c’mon pretty girl, let me hear you.” And you have to pull him by his neck, pressing your needy moans into his mouth so you would have a chance at actually fucking without getting caught. He slips a second finger, and you’re twitching, needing more of his long, cold fingers inside of you.

“That’s it, that’s it, I got you,” he bites your lip, fastening his pace and guiding you over the edge, pushing you into a freefall of an orgasm, shaking in his arms and nearly falling over. You let him press you against the wall, the water cascading over the sides of you two, as he pulls one of your legs up, sinking his dick in so easily, so good for him. He murmurs in your ear how good you feel, nearly whimpering when he has to hold himself still, how you feel too good and how he might just cum right then and there.

His hips move slowly, inch by inch, groaning with how your walls clench around him. “You’re gonna- fuck, oh you’re so good, my good girl, right?” You nod, trying not to lose yourself in the dizzying pleasure, gasping against the onslaught of water.

“Letting me f-fuck you like this, oh fuck, so close to him and yet you’d let me bend you over in front of him and show him who owns this pussy, wouldn’t you? Yeah? You’d show him who fucks you better?” You weren’t processing his words at all, only knowing it made your stomach flutter at the thought. 

“Tell me,” he gasps in your mouth, one of his free hands dipping down and circling your abused clit, pulling every sound he could out of you. “Tell me I fuck you better, tell me you’re my good girl,” and you say every word. Well, the best you could when he fucks you in the shower while trying to not wake your boyfriend. In between whines and crying, you tell him. You tell him everything he wants to hear and more because it all sounded so, so good in that moment.

And when he’s down cumming inside, he doesn’t hesitate to drop down to his knees and clean his mess.

He leaves the shower not long after, a kiss pressed to your forehead and promise on his lips.

You don’t even make it to your shared bedroom, you just curl into the couch and pull the thin throw blanket over your body, too exhausted to do much else. You know that among most nights, this was the riskiest. And the thought only makes you smile, the danger buzzing underneath your skin, sending you to sleep.

Tonight was too risky but you couldn’t find yourself to care.

If anything…

You had even more… daring ideas to try next time.

#wilbur soot x you #philza x you #techno x you #wilbur soot x reader #philza x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot smut #technohblade smut #philza smut #tw: cheating #cw: cheating