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squishycheekanon · 10 months
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Human!Techno x reader
Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, humanTechno being a grump, grumpy guy-sunshineish girl. George complaining (no hate). Touch starvedness. I didn’t mean for there to be a size kink but there is one.
You’re confused, nothing new there, your head swirling from your long week and silly meetings at work. Nothing was more tedious than listening to George drone on about utter nonsense, mindnumbingly stupid complaints that were pointless to point out.
But even after getting up at four am every morning to work late into the night you still agreed to hang out with the gang at their shared house, at first you thought it was idiotic so did Techno maybe that’s why you two and a few of your other friends didn’t join in on the whole living together fiasco.
As much as you loved your friends thirty plus people in one house, no matter how big, was a recipe for disaster. Apparently not. Two years later and they had all managed to make it work setting up chore schedules, and bathroom schedules that seemed to make the house run perfectly.
Still you couldn’t be more glad to end the night in your own apartment snuggled up in your large bed, which is why you’re confused as to why you agreed to hang out tonight knowing full well that Wilbur wanted to have a piss up.
Pretty much everyone had a drink in their hands expect for you. You instead, after having half of the sangria Quackity had made for you, had claimed the little area in the back corner of the big living room. Head tipped back again the sofa, eyes closed and pressing into something warm.
Techno had arrived half an hour after you did, his week had started off great, but by the end of it he couldn’t help but feel a little agitated. He hadn’t seen you the whole week and as much as he’d never admit it out loud, and definitely not to you, he’d missed you.
You were the only person he could truly relax around and he needed that. Has done since he met you. Ten years ago it was, you had been stood up, sitting at a bar quietly crying to yourself when he bumped into you pouring his whiskey on the rocks all down your back, soaking your dress and pulling a squeal from you. A squeal he still teases you for. But he spent the rest of the night doing everything he could think of to make you smile and laugh to make up for it. It worked and you’ve been friends ever since.
Techno weaved his way through the huge hallway into the large kitchen to grab a beer from the double door fridge offering small nods to those who greeted him on his way to the massive living room area. His curious eyes scanning the space until they landed on you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly at the sight before him.
With a shake of his head he sat down next to you perhaps a little too close but when you sighed so softly pressing yourself into his warmth he relaxed against the leather sofa. “Long week?” He asked watching with a knowing gaze as you nodded. Knowing because this would be one of the nights he’d have to get a very sleepy you into his car and all the way up to your apartment and into your bed.
Techno dragged his gaze away from you to watch Wilbur try and teach Tommy and Tubbo how to play poker. At that point Phil and his wife arrived, Phil immediately coming over to Techno giving him a bro hug and saying hi to you which revived a thumbs up and a lazy smile. No matter how hard you try to open your eyes they were just so damn heavy you couldn’t do it, Phil smiled anyway glancing at Techno when he huffed at you.
“Take her home dude.” Phil patted Techno’s shoulder making the latter nod passing his unopened beer to Phil before picking you up. It was meant to be bridal style but you clung to him subconsciously wrapping your legs around his waist. He adapted a big arm around your waist and another under your tush, glaring at those who made whooping noises or whistled too loud making you whine softly onto his neck.
“Alright bun we’re going, we’re going.” He soothed, the words feeling a little foreign on his monotonous tongue.
“Tec!” Tommy was quick to stop his beefy uncle hooking your little handbag onto his shoulder, the sight was enough to make Tommy snicker to himself as he walked away. With a roll of his eyes Techno left the large house rather happy he had managed to skip the get together.
You thanked Techno ten times over in the morning when you woke in your own bed, you knew exactly who got you there. You felt ridiculously bad resulting in you spending the whole morning and most of the afternoon baking him sweet treats while you waited for his reply text to see if he was coming over or wether you’d need to drop them at his.
Music played through out the kitchen, your cherry covered apron wrapped around your oversized T-shirt clad body as you iced the cupcakes to look like little Minecraft piggys giggling as you did so.
“Well isn’t this a sight.” You jumped back at the sound of Technos voice, looking up to see him grinning at you.
“What the fuck Tec!” You huffed dropping the icing bag to place your hands on your hips, he simply held up the spare key you’d given him before slipping it back into his pocket. “Dick.” You scoffed instantly regretting it when Techno gasped loudly, overexaggeratingly.
“Excuse you missy! I carry you home-“
“You drove.”
“Risk my life getting you up those stairs-“
“You always take the elevator.”
“Almost die trippin’ over the pile of dirty laundry-“
“It was one sock.”
“And this is the thanks I get?! Unbelievable.” He huffs crossing his muscular arms over his rather burly chest. You suppose you’ve never stopped to think about how big your best friend is, how good looking-
“Those better be for me.” He grumbles coming further into the kitchen freezing when he rounds the island you’re icing the cupcakes on to see your exposed legs. Clearing his throat and shaking off whatever that was, it’s not like he’s not seen it before. Hell he’s seen you in a bikini, this is nothing but he swears that’s his shirt as he walks closer.
“Yes they are Mr.Grumpy.” You smile when he pinches your hip slightly, his hulking form compared to you standing behind you, hovering over you as you work to get the pig just right. What you don’t expect, it really does take you by surprise and a warmth spreads in your stomach when he gently undoes the apron sitting on your hips only to redo it tighter.
It’s a simple act of helping but it has your cheeks warming like this man hasn’t done it before, like it’s new but it isn’t. “Thanks.” You internally praise yourself for not stuttering. Techno doesn’t even notice the slight tremor in your voice too focused of the that fact that you smell so good. Like vanilla.
Well maybe great minds think alike because his musky scent is now all your mind can focus on, it swirls around you stinking up the area around you, bursting your precious bubble replacing is with his cologne. Cinnamon and hint of tangerines? An odd combination but it smells so fucking nice on him, you just wanna bury your face in it.
“You missed the eyes.” He chuckled, eyes scanning over your face while you blink out of your little trance.
“Oh right.” You laugh stiffly, nervously. It makes Techno frown, he’s never heard you nervous around him. Others, yes. Him, never. That’s how it should be, yet you are. It makes him lean forward placing both palms on the worktop, essentially caging you in.
“What’s the matter bun?” He asks gruffly and as if by instinct your thighs press together, a small wiggle of your hips to create some unknowingly needed friction. His voice and that nickname, both of them usually so sweet and calming suddenly have a strange effect. Maybe it’s just you simply being touched starved? The loneliness catching up with you?
“Nothing.” It’s a blunt reply but it’s all you’ve got, you don’t dare turn around. How can you? Then you’d have to stare at his gorgeous face, you already feel his careful gaze burning holes into your head.
“Now I know that’s not true.” His breathy laugh skims over your skin making you shiver, he notices his hands sliding to your hips to turn you around, thumb and index finger keeping your chin locked so you have nowhere else to look but him. “Tell me bun, what’s troubling you? The long week?”
His voice, his eyes, his whole demeanour is too sincere it has a whimper slipping from you. The noise enough to make you both freeze, Techno’s eyes darkening.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You admit honestly, fists tightening in frustration. You hadn’t felt like this in a while always too busy with work to sit and wallow in your feelings, maybe that was a good thing because right now with Techno so close; someone you trusted and knew cared for you; your body was taking control, letting you natural instincts take over.
You needed him, and Techno understood. He understood the look in your eye from what he’d seen in his own. Moving a few inches forward he wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand sliding up to tangle itself in your hair soothingly. Before you could even think about freezing up, “Relax bun, I got you.” He encouraged making you melt slipping your own arms around his muscular form.
“What do you need from me?” He asks after a few minutes feeling you grow restless in his hold. He knew you needed more but what he says next takes you back slight, “Do you need an old school finger fuck and make out session on the couch?” He asks jokingly though there is an air of seriousness to it. Especially with what he says next, his beautiful eyes sparkling with want, “Or do you need to sit on my face and let me lick you until your cum runs down my jaw?”
He squints when you whimper gripping his arm tighter, his head tilting slightly as he looks you over “Or maybe you just need a good fuck?” It takes you a second to comprehend but his hand’s already sliding up your leg, his rough palm against your soft skin.
“Mmmhmm, yeah, I think that’s it. Here, lift my t-shirt up a little so you can slide these panties off.” You blush at his words but do as he says, watching in almost shock when he drops to his knees large hands sliding up your things guiding you to open your legs slightly.
“Oh god your thighs are so soft bunny.” He murmurs against your skin, his nose dragging over the part where your thigh and your stomach meet. “And this pretty pussy, I can’t believe you’ve kept this hidden Bunny. So selfish.” He chided playfully.
The grin broad as daylight disappeared between you thighs, your head falling back, hands seeking purchase on the kitchen countertops. He placed a pressured kiss right on your clit listening to the hitch of your breath. Techno swears he’s never heard a sound so pretty than the moan he pulled from you when he wrapped his lips around little nub.
He wants to work night and day to make sure you never stop making that noise. Techno watched your wetness trickling down your thigh quick to lick it up not letting any go to waste. It’s as if his first taste transformed him from the composed grump of a man you knew to a starving man who had a three course meal laid out in front of him, your eyes rolled back, sinful moans echoing in the room.
He moved his tongue like he was possessed, licking into your clenching hole as if he was digging for something before closing his lips around your clit and sucking it so hard you swear it will be bruised tomorrow. His harsh and continuous actions on your cunt had one of your hands grasping onto Techno’s hair, your back arching as you started a slow grind on his tongue.
“That’s it Bunny make yourself cum, use my to tongue.” He hums into your weeping entrance, but you’re so focused on the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins you don’t hear him, all your senses being taken over and before you know it you’re cumming, drenching the lower half of his chin though he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, slurping down all you give him, trying to pull more from you.
Though with a push of your hand against his head and whine of sensitivity he conceded rising from his knees instantly pulling you close into his hold, lips pressing against your own.
With one roll of his hips he’s inside you and not giving you a second to comprehend it. No, he’s already pulling back and slamming into you over and over again watching as you arch your body into his.
Techno is swift and slick with how he manages to pick you up, placing you on the worktop and deliver a hard thrust quickly after leaving you short of breath.
His large hand slides up over your throat applying slight pressure to push you down against the counter. Then up to your mouth, two thick fingers slipping inside letting you moan and whine around them, saliva dribbling down your cheeks. Neither of you care so engrossed in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly.
Your moans down right pornographic, when he hit that spongy rough patch inside you. Striking it over and over again, Techno had never looked more happy than when he watched your head fall back, eyes rolling with it.
“Fuck, yes bun clench around me like that, take all that I’m giving you like a good girl.” They way he grunted the words into your ear before sucking your earlobe into his hot mouth had you whining around his fingers. White hot pleasure engulfing your messy form, nothing had ever felt better than this moment.
Your body felt like it was burning with each thrust of his hard cock, all you could do was lie there on the kitchen counter and dribble around his fingers while he fucked your pussy ruthlessly. If this was his version of a good fuck, you’d happily have it everyday.
The coil in your lower abdomen tightened and tightened, until you shattered on his cock, cumming harshly as the waves of pleasure rolled over you so intensely, your walls clenching around him tightly. He snapped his hips into you quicker chasing his own high, wanting to fill you up desperately.
“Please Tec, cum inside me!” That did it for him, absolutely finished him. He groaned thrusting into you so deep as he finished inside you just like you begged him to.
“Fuck bun, you did so good for me. Just relax, breathe, I’ve got you.” He soothed blinking away the last remaining blur of his orgasm, focusing on you and the aftercare you not only needed but deserved.
Cupcakes forgotten about Techno picked you up and carried you to your room laying you on your bed then helping you remove his shirt.
“So fucking pretty bun.” He shook his head staring down at your body, you were ready to disagree absolutely sure you looked like the mess he’d certainly fucked you into but the way his eyes darkened as they raked over your body had your mouth closing.
“Now, before I start running you a bath. I need another taste.” He groaned kneeling in front of the bed, grabbing your ankles to pull you closer to his face.
“But Tec you already-“
“No but’s bun, you’ve been keeping this fucking delicacy from me for far too long. I’ve got a lot of pussy worshiping to make up for and I’m sure she would agree.”
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maxismp1 · 2 years
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U wraped in his cape
First of all Technoblade has his cape 24/7 365 days a year
And its normal for it to smell like him
But he often has to go, being called my his comrads or just doing his jobs
You get lonly af, and only thing you have is Steve
So when he finaly comes home to rest, he give you his cape for you to fix it and wash it
It's not often for him to wake up and not find you by his side
But at the other hand, when you do wake up before him you just start your day
"Y/n?"
He calls for you, but no answer. He went in to a small panic.
"Y/n?"
He calls once again while getting out of your shared bed. Slowly stumbling down the leaders.
"Y/n?"
Techno was now in full panic. Going to reach for his cape on the small stand, so he could search for you outside, but it wasn't there. He didn't care enogh about right now, he cared that you are safe
Reaching for his sord on the other side of the small stand, and quickly going outside. Only to find you wraped in his red cape.
"It smells like you"
You said simply
"I smell like me too, now go back to bed"
And with that he scooped his ball of live and went back upstairs to your shared bedroom
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dreamcatcherrs · 1 year
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all too well; c!technoblade x reader
!PLEASE READ!
this is an incomplete story I started on last year, and I never managed to finish it and probably won’t as I find it hard to write for techno anymore. but I figured I wouldn’t let the stuff I wrote go completely to waste, so here you go :)
+ based on taylor swift’s “all too well” ten minute ver. but techno actually has a reason to be an asshole unlike jake :)
++ if you know the song, you already know it’s gonna be an angsty and fluffy mess
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stepping through the door to his cabin you let out a sigh at the feeling of the sweet warmth of his home surrounding you, quickly closing the door behind you to prevent the cold air from crawling up your neck. the cold from the snowy biome he chose to live in was no joke.
a pair of arms snaked around you from behind, cold lips placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. you giggled.
"mmm, I’m thinking rabbit stew for dinner tonight, whaddya say?" you turned around to face him, swinging your arms over his shoulders with a smile on your face.
"that sounds wonderful." your lips met his, cold and a bit chapped, but soft nonetheless, pulling away shortly after. he pressed his lips into a thin line, blood flowing to his cheeks as the voices went crazy for you in his head. luckily, for him, you couldn’t hear them, or else he’d probably die. he shedded himself from his cape, your eyes lingering on him as he did so, admiring his effortless charm, wondering how you could ever be this lucky.
once shaking yourself out of your daze you reached for the red scarf around your neck, unwrapping it and letting it hang from the railing attached to the stairs along with your thick and wooly coat that protected your body from the icy air outside.
walking into the kitchen, techno was already chopping up the potatoes, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and hair tied into a bun. the sight alone was breathtaking to you, and he didn’t even know it. you walked over to stand by his side, grabbing the carrots on the counter to start chopping them up. techno glanced at you without moving his head so you wouldn't notice, and you didn’t. 
you didn’t notice.
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you grunted as you failed at your second attempt of mounting the horse, your leg just not long enough to swing over the saddle. about to try for a third time, a pair of hands landed on your waist, making you halt your movements.
“here, let me help you.” the warmth of techno’s fingers melted through the material of your clothes. you felt your blood rush to your cheeks. you uttered out a small “thanks,” letting him lift you onto the horse with little power needed from you.
you grabbed a hold of the rope attached to the horse to lead and stop him, waiting for techno to get on his horse again, watching as he does so with ease.
“alright, let’s go.”
you wanted to go for a ride together in the forest a few miles away from the snowy cabin you were held up at most of the time, for a change of scenery, or just to spend some peace and quiet time together if you will.
techno turned his head to look at you, seeing if you’d found your way around on the horse, meaning for it to just be a quick glance. but when he saw how you smiled sweetly at the horse as you ran a gentle hand over his fur, he couldnt help but to admire you. your were so… kind-natured. innocent, sweet. completely different from him, yet here you were - his. his heart tugged in his chest as the voices in his head kept repeating compliments aimed towards you.
“techno!”
with a last minute jerk to the rope, techno just about managed to miss falling down the deep ravine one block away from him. he swallowed, looking over at you again as you giggled at him. he recollected himself, moving on ahead of you casually to look calm and collected.
you reached the woods, the snowy path you’d been following slowly disappearing and being replaced by the beautiful array of colours from the autumn leaves. your eyes widened at your colourful surroundings, not having been used to this type of biome since you got into a relationship with techno and stayed with him. and as much as you loved staying with techno in the snowy biome, you still missed what you were used to.
distracted by the scenery, you didn’t notice the creeper sneaking up on you from between the trees.
but your horse did.
kicking his front legs in the air, you screeched, holding on tight to the rope as your horse started running with full speed down the path and away from the creeper. away from techno. now was the time you really wished you knew more about riding a horse. you probably should've listened more when techno helped you learn.
your hair blew back from the powerful wind, eyes squinted as you tried your best to make your horse stop, but despite your effort, nothing seemed to work.
suddenly, a hard tug to the rope you were holding, and everything stood still again, no more cold wind. techno appeared on his horse beside you, pink braid messy from the wind blowing into his face and brows furrowed. he quickly got off his horse, keeping a hold on the rope as he approached you.
“come on, boy, it’s okay. that nerd is far gone.” you laughed a little at his choice of words, noticing a little gunpowder on his hand as he reached out to you. “you okay?” his eyes drooped, a sincere look crossing his face as you placed your hand in his. warm, as always.
“yeah, I’m good. y’know, just glad I didn’t die from that,” you smiled, letting him help you down. he rolled his eyes.
“maybe you're being a bit overdramatic. I don't think you could die from that.”
your brows furrowed, arms crossed over your chest. overdramatic?
he swallowed.
“I mean, y’know, you’re the lover of the blood god, I think you're too strong for such a weak death.”
you squinted your eyes at him and shot him a small glare. he shot you a lopsided smile, letting out a breath once you turned around to get on the horse again.
victory.
he watched you struggle mounting the horse again. “d’you need help with that?”
“no!”
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“ah! this is you?”
you picked up the photo from the counter, just in time before he could snatch it away from you. you quickly held it to you, sending him a mischievous smirk as you looked at it. he sighed.
it was a picture from when he was little, barely taller than wilbur who stood beside him in the photo with his arm slung over his shoulders, little tommy peeking at the camera between the two brothers. you felt a pang in your chest as your eyes softened looking at the photo. techno had his long hair in a braid, hanging from his shoulder and down his chest, tusks peeking out from under his upper lip, glaring at will as he pulled him close, a bright smile on the brunettes face. techno’s glasses were the same, but the scar that usually ran down the middle of his eye was yet to be seen.
it was… so precious.
“aww, look at you tech! even back then you hair was in a — braid…”
you turned, looking at techno with a faltering smile, watching as his cheeks and ears glowed a bright red. he itched his neck, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.
“tech? you okay?” you reached out, gentle fingers pushing a strand of hair out of his face, same hand cupping his face to make him look at you. he did, eyes gloomy and brows upturned.
“they hate me.”
your face fell, breath hitching at his words. how could he say that?
“what? honey, they don’t hate you. you’re their brother-“
“brother? what kind of a brother am I, y/n? a good one? a brother who leaves his family behind? I would understand if they aren’t very fond of me.”
your lips parted, eyes open wide as you listened intently, observing his icy orbs.
techno didn’t mean to suddenly unload his emotional baggage on you, but you seeing that photo - it reminded him of why the ones he loved were not in his life anymore, and it reminded him that you might become an addition to that list. as a man known for control and power, he has little of that in his head. he has no idea if the voices are gonna betray him again like they’d once done before and leave you, abandon you. lose you. his fears were coming out, crawling out of his mouth in no words and-
he sobbed.
head landing on your shoulder, he hunched over and clung to your body, releasing the tears he hadn’t cried for so long, years, into your shoulder. you found it hard to take in his sudden outburst, not having ever seen this side of the piglin before.
you quickly shook off your own feelings, knowing that now was a time where you had to think of him and only him. you placed your hands on the back of his head, over his hair as you held him close to you, kissing his temple. looking down at the photo still in your hand, you wondered what kind of past he must’ve had to feel this way, to feel so… alone. even when he still had so many people who loved him.
“techno.” you managed to pull him slightly away from you, teary eyes staring into yours as you wiped his tears on his cheeks away. “tell me what happened.”
he sniffed, unbuttoning the top button to his shirt for air. “which part?”
“all of it.”
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they deserve nothing. they’re merely just another peasant who’s gonna end up stabbing us in the back.
techno stared at you as you slept peacefully beside him, hand still resting on his bare chest. he swallowed, eyes clouded with darkness. he squeezed them shut to get the voices to stop.
do it now. while they’re weak, disadvantaged. one stab through the neck and we’re safe, free. alone.
techno shot up from the bed, panting and clutching a hand over his heart. he groaned, wiping the sweat off of his forehead, but to no avail - his whole body was completely covered.
he hadn’t even heard you stir awake, the only thing he’d been able to hear being the voices, murderous, merciless voices roaming his mind.
“techno, what’s wrong?” you asked, but received no response other than the loud breathing he was letting out as he heaved. “hey.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, to which he immediately flinched away from your touch, as if you’d burned him with your fingertips. he stared back at you with wide eyes, backing away from you on the bed. your slight feeling of worry turned into a feeling much worse.
“get away from me,” he panted, moving further away from you once he noticed you trying to get closer.
“techno what’s wrong? talk to me, please! I’m only trying to he-“
“please just get away from me, y/n…”
you gaped at him as he stood up from the bed, claws scraping his scalp as he held his head, facing the ground. he heaved, shoulders moving up and down to his breathing as it grew louder along with the voices. he grunted, placing a hand on the wall as if he couldn’t stand up straight.
ignoring his words, you stood from the bed too, finding his health and happiness much more important than whatever reason he had for asking you to stay away from him. your heart started beating faster, anxious about him. what was happening? why was he acting like this? you’d never seen this happen to him before, and you were too desperate to know what was going on in his head to listen to his desperate words.
you grabbed his forearm, trying to get him to turn to you, but as soon as you did, the air from your lungs left your body as he pushed you harshly against the wall. a cold feeling on your neck, and without being able to move you could feel the blade pressing into your skin, a drop of warm blood running down your neck from where the blade had broken skin. you stopped breathing, looking into his eyes as tears fell from yours. he was still heaving, eyes black and hot breath fanning your face as he showed off his tusks from his open mouth.
“I said get the fuck away from me,” he growled, eyes unrecognizable as they stared into yours. you whimpered, clenching your hand around the wrist holding the blade to your neck. your nails dug into his skin, not wanting to hurt him, but fearing that not doing so would end up getting you even more hurt. though nothing felt as painful as what you were feeling right now. this man- beast, before you was not techno. it couldn’t be…
you cried out his name, closing your eyes in fear of what would happen. and then, the pressure was removed from your neck, a shaky pair of arms embracing you as the clang of the blade hitting the floor surrounded the room.
“y/n I- the voices I can’t-“
you gasped for air, pushing him off of you with all of your power and sobbing as you looked at your lover, disbelief coursing through you. your bottom lip shook as you cried, shaky hands clinging to your own body in a way to try and cope with what just happened. blood was smeared on your neck from the cut he made with the blade, his soaked eyes widening at the sight. he huffed, heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. what had he done? the one thing he’d ever wanted to do was protect you, and now he was the one hurting you. “y/n please, I’m so sorry. something took over me I- you know that I’d never try to hurt you, right?”
he inched slightly closer to you, tears that were forming in his eyes finally falling when you backed away from him in fear. you just cried harder at his words, smearing blood on your face when you placed your hands over your eyes, sobbing into your hands. words couldn’t explain how you felt - betrayal? shock? anger? sadness? none of them felt like the right word. all you knew was that you didn’t feel good.
and neither did techno.
he backed away from you, realizing that the only way for him to make you feel at least a little bit better, safer, was if you were far away from him. far, far away.
he was out of the bedroom before you had the chance to stop him, looking up from your wet hands to see him gone along with his red cape and sword. wide-eyed, you looked around the room, contemplating wether you should go after him or not. the man you loved, your soulmate. the man who just attacked you.
techno left hooveprints in the snow as he ran, away away away. as far as his legs would let him. he didn’t know what his mind could do now without his control. he didn’t know if he was capable of keeping you safe from himself. all he knew was that he could never hurt you again. not like this.
he reached the woods, huffing out a breath as he stopped by a tree to catch his breath. the need for oxygen in his lungs blocked out the sound of loud gallops coming his way.
you spotted his blood red cape, royal colour standing out from the dull trees. “come on, Carl. we’ve gotta get him,” you mumbled to yourself and the horse you were sat on, speeding up as you entered the forest. “tech!”
turning around with wide eyes, techno’s heart sped up as he saw you there, getting off the horse with ease. he took a step back. “y/n, please, I don’t wanna hurt you again,” he pleaded, holding his hand out to prevent you from coming closer to him.
you signed sadly, heart glowing with love so powerful that you swear he could see it through your skin. unfortunately, he couldn’t. so you needed to tell him, or else you were scared you’d never see him again.
“honey, please. let’s talk about this,” you stepped closer to him, attempting to get close to him without scaring him off. he didn’t step back this time. instead, he faced the ground, ears downturned in shame. he watched a tear fall from his eye and melt into the snow below him. “I know you’d never try to hurt me, tech.”
your hand was on his cold cheek now, lifting his head up to look at you. he did, tearful and pouty. it almost made you cry. you know he didn’t mean to hurt you, you could see it. but that just left you confused with what had happened. and something told you he was just as confused.
“please,” you begged, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you.” techno closed his eyes shut at your words, giving into your touch as he melted in your arms, crying softly into your shoulder. you let your tears fall silently as well, watching as the sun started rising in the horizon as you stood embracing your broken lover in the middle of the snowy woods.
he hadn’t answered you back then. he wished he’d been different.
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your eyes lit up in excitement as you spotted a green and red figure from the window despite the blaring sun shining onto the snow, blinding you. you bursted out of the door, running towards the two men wearing barely any clothes. but you didn’t care. because he was back. techno was back, after a whole month since that night.
you threw your arms around him, crashing into his body. his usual warmth surrounded you. oh, how you’d missed that warmth. you shut your eyes, trying your hardest not to cry as the piglin embraced you back, bearing the same expression on his face as you did.
phil continued walking to the cabin, muttering a small “hey y/n” and then leaving you to it.
“you’re back earlier than expected,” you said, running a finger over his spine as you took him in.
“yeah… puffy said it seemed like I was getting better faster than we’d thought. so she sent me back,” he explained, monotone yet heart pounding incredibly hard for you.
you pulled away from him, cupping his face to get a look at him. he looked… calm. better. sending him to puffy’s therapy must’ve done something by the looks of it. but of course you couldn’t know since you hadn’t talked about it yet. but all you could think of right now was how much you’d missed him.
you placed your lips on his, kissing him gently to get used to his lips again. you’d missed his kisses, his presence, him him him. he kissed back, pulling your chest against his as he soothed his thumb over your chin. he tilted his head for a deeper angle, letting his tongue run across your bottom lip. you let him in, electricity shooting through your body, leaving you with a fuzzy feeling.
he pulled away and wrapped his red cape around you, resting his chin on your head. “I missed you so much, kid.”
and the words he spoke were true. he’d missed you so much that when he left you it felt like his lungs would collapse and his blood would run dry and like his whole body was shutting down. he loved you more than he’d ever thought he’d be capable of loving anyone or anything. like you were the sole purpose of his life, the end goal. you were everything to him.
and yet he had this feeling that he shouldn’t be with you. that he should stay far away from you, like you weren’t meant to be. it was draining and it was there with him whenever he thought of you or was in your presence - this breathtaking and anxious feeling ripping the love right out of his heart.
he squeezed you to him, kissing the top of your head. you smiled into his cape. “I missed you too. so much.” 
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𝕍𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕞!𝕊𝔹𝕀 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤
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about: technoblade, wilbur soot, tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, jack manifold, philza, jschlatt
warning(s): swearing, more blood mentions
pronouns: you?
note: okay I absolutely love writing volleyball!au-- it is so much fun and it remind me of back in my day! :'D Kisses! <3
note pt2: he's a link to the sex haver's volleyball team here!
summary: what the SBI plays/acts like on a high school volleyball team
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Now let’s talk about our starter’s positions
Tommy is our setter no doubt
It mainly has to do with the fact that he has the right height and hands for it
Like he’s quite tall and lanky, so it’s quite easy for him to get to the ball without disturbance and his hand’s shape are just perfect for setting 
I feel like he’s been playing forever because of his brothers
Like when he was little, he saw Wilbur and Techno playing so he was like “I want to do whatever they’re doing”
They ended up roping Tommy into their game (reluctantly) and showed him how to set because they wanted to spike
He picked setting up surprisingly quick, so he was forever their personal setter, even now– especially now
Now Tommy loves to taunt the other team, like it’s a problem
Though the rest of the team doesn’t mind because at least he takes it out on someone else instead of them (they’ve learned to ignore it anyway)
One way or another, Tommy loves to set and very good at it for how young he is
Tubbo is our libero
I mean he’s kinda tiny, but it works out for him because being tiny mean being closer to the ground
Unlike Quackity, Tubbo has been playing as long as Tommy
And like Tommy, Wilbur and Techno also roped him into it
Tubbo came over to their house one day to hang out when Wilbur and Techno we starting practice
They went “tiny man” and grabbed him before telling him to try to keep the ball off the ground when they spiked it
Conveniently enough for the brothers, Tubbo absolutely loved it to the point when he’d come over every time they’d practice to join in
Besides that fact, Tubbo can dive like no other
Like I said before, the perks of being shorter means being closer to the ground, meaning that you can get to the spiked ball faster
And on the terms of taunting the other team: he doesn’t. Tubbo is more tame, so he mainly whispers comments to himself, meaning: he doesn’t actually say it to the other team’s faces unless they’re being dicks
Technoblade would be our right side hitter
He might not be super tall but he definitely makes up for it with his build and timing skills
Unlike Wilbur or Ranboo, Techno can’t just stand with his arms up to block because he not 6’5+
So over the years he’s learned how to time when someone will spike or push the ball to the point where it’s almost impossible for him to not block a ball
He’s also been playing since he found out about the sport which actually led him to become the captain for the SBI team
During elementary school, he went to the first game his father, Phil, coached
I mean, he knew that Phil played back in highschool and college, but had absolutely no idea what it was
From the moment the game began, he knew that he wanted to play volleyball
But, like Punz, he gets injured so much
Being a right side hitter is known to cause many injuries, because of spiking, but holy shit it’s a lot
Everyone’s pretty sure he like getting injured, because whenever he starts bleeding he plays better
He’s literally been like “I can feel my nose bleeding… I love it 👹” it freaks everyone out
Wilbur plays middle, I mean look at him
This man towers over almost everyone, like it’s insane
The first time you see this man on the court, it’s absolutely terrifying
It doesn’t help that he has a 100 yard stare when he walks out onto the court
People think it’s because he wants to practically kill his opponents, but he’s really just zoning out to think of how to fluster the other team
Yeah, he’s a flirt on the court– big surprise
When he starts it up with the other team, they become so shocked by the change in demeanor that it has messed up more people than anyone on the SBI team can count
The whole team actually has a counter for how many people Wilbur’s caused to mess up because of the surprise
He gets a point almost every time, because the guys who are supposed to block him get disoriented to the point where they forget to block him
And Wil has been playing as long as Techno
The night Techno and Phil came home from the game, Techno rushed into their shared room to rave to him about the wonders of volleyball
He was so intrigued by Techno’s excitement that he decided that he’ll try it with his twin
And bada bing bada boom– a star player!
Jack plays outside hitter
He’s a very lanky guy and about average height, so those two combinations make it very easy for him to play both backrow and front row
Though, he’s mainly in the back, his build allows him to be able to jump very high if he needs to 
Like, when he first started playing, he went to jump to block and didn’t realize how high he could jump
This man near ended up on top of the net because of how hard he freaked out when he found out he had a five foot vertical
The team now calls him Spring Bean and you have Tommy to thank for that one
Now Jack like to taunt people
He tried flirting with the other team, but got humbled so fast when they just laughed at him for his attempts
He once had a big ego, now he just has hurt feelings and a slightly smaller ego
But back to taunting
He and Tommy like to gang up on other people and get very loud with it, because they’re on different sides of the court starting out
And like I said before, the SBI have just learned to block them out, because they’re absolutely obnoxious
Ranboo plays the opposite hitter
As we all know, Ranboo is a giant
And with being a giant comes the ability to block so much easier and have a massive arm on him
Because he’s so big, it’s very easy for him to spike the ball to the point where some teams have slightly coward, because of his infamous abilities
Now Ranboo discovered volleyball with the help of himself
He had to stay after school one day and heard something coming from the gym
He investigated and found Wilbur and Techno absolutely whaling the ball over the net to a poor Tubbo who was still digging them… reluctantly
He was already friends with Tubbo and Tommy’s self-proclaimed “rival” so the both of them noticed him by the gym’s entrance and had two completely different reactions
You can probably guess what they were
Anyway, Ranboo wanted to try spiking, so Tommy (reluctantly) set him up and he slammed the ball at Tubbo
Yeah, Phil begged him to be on the team
Then we have our lovely coaches Phil and Schlatt
Let’s just say that they have very different approached when it comes to coaching, but at least the ways mesh well with each other 
Phil, we love Phil
He’s our main coach, who does the majority of the coaching and training for the boys
He’s the one who will legitimately train the boys and keep them on track while Schlatt does what he does
Schlatt, the assistant coach, is mainly there to do drills
Like that’s the only reason he’s there
He loves making up drills for the team to do
They’re really helpful in the long run, but they’re an absolute pain in the ass now
Both coaches treat the team like family: Schatt’s more like that one uncle from your Dad’s side who gives you Vodka when you’re 12 and Phil treats the team like he’s they’re father (and he is to 3 of them)
Phil and Schlatt get along mostly, besides when Schlatt first started coaching and their two different coaching styles didn’t mesh yet
It wasn’t pretty
Now for how they act on court… yeah
They’re just a bunch of menices on the court like it’s not even funny
I mean: Techno and his weird blood thing… that’s enough to freak someone out let alone the rest of the team
I feel like it took the team a minute to be able to work so well together, because of all their quirks
They became fast friends, but each of them have their own monstrosity that they add to the court so the rest of the team had to get used to it
What can I say? They’re a rambunctious team.
The amount a chaos that radiates off of the SBI is enough to disorient anyone
The only team who doesn’t get seriously affected it the Feral Boys, but that’s only because they have they’re own set of quirks to practically cancel out the SBI’s
There’s a reason they’re rival teams
Now, like every team, there is some crowd favorites
And one of those players is most definitely Wilbur
He just has that charm to him that makes so many people swoon and he knows it too
Then you have Tommy who the crowd finds oddly endearing and he hates it so much, because he just wants people to think he’s tough
 It’s okay Tommy, we love you anyway
But it’s not just the boys who are rambunctious, it’s Schlatt too
Poor Phil, he has to deal with both his assistant coach and his team’s antics
He tried to hone them when he first started coaching the boys, but later realized that it was pointless and just gave up
He actually started giving them tips on how to still do what they wanted, but with a bit more class
It somehow worked, literally no one knows, but whatever
In the end, the SBI team is like one big, dysfunctional family who never let’s any other team mess with their players
They have their whole history together and it’s quite respected in the league
All they know is that everything’s all part of the game
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bloooooopblopblop · 6 months
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Does anyone remember a mini series (technoblade x reader) where she was sent to fight him but hurt their ankle and he takes care of her then they fall in love. He called her strawberry in it??
I read it a few years ago and am trying to find it again :/
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tredderwrite · 2 years
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What are you doing? ~ Technoblade
Summary: Little domestic techno moment 
Word count: 1.2k 
Pairing: c!Technoblade / reader
Warnings: none!!
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The evenings were quiet as usual, there was not much noise around the house, the air still aside from an occasional ring of dishes hitting the rack to dry. 
You sat on the counter behind him, watching his back and how it moved with his breathing, muscle tissue flexed with every move his arms made to clean the plates you used for dinner not too long ago. He didn’t mind, feeling his eyes on you made him work better, faster, and the less time he spent on chores the more he could spend with you, trying his best to quickly end his current occupation. Pushing your body up, palms flat on the marbled surface, you slid off the counter, feet landing on the cold floor, your attention averting from your lover to the uncomfortable feeling of the freezing tiles on your bare flesh. 
You didn’t notice his eyes on you, too busy with your momentary shock, he had turned to you the moment he noticed you tore your gaze away from him; he laughed at your surprise, blowing his cover as you turned your head toward the noise, immediately catching his eye, rolling yours at the teasing tone in his voice, hiding a smile under your lowered head as you headed toward your room, quickly grabbing a pair of socks from a drawer. 
Your return was hurried, your legs bounced off the floor, running right back toward the kitchen, refusing to miss out on any more staring. 
He was still there, although his hands worked slower; he didn’t notice your return, letting you know he was somewhere between the thoughts clouding his mind. 
Tilting your head you came to a halt, your footsteps now silent as you tiptoed your way to him, in hopes to get your revenge for his previous mocking. Spreading your arms out the closer you got, waiting for the perfect time to go through with your plan. He finally put the dish he was working on away, freeing his hands of any breakable objects; this is when you took your cue to jump on him, wrapping your arms around his back quickly, squeezing to make sure he can’t move. 
You realized your chance at taunting him back was gone when he had no reaction to your sudden touch, his breathing kept its pace and his body made no jumps, he stood still, welcoming your touch.
Pressing your cheek against the soft, fitted fabric on his back, bringing him closer, still unhappy with the amount of attention on you. He chuckled at the movement, your hair just long enough to tickle the back of his upper arms. 
“What are you doing?” he spoke up, voice loud and playful, your head moving with his body every time his chest rose and fell right back, emptying his lungs of any remaining carbon dioxide. 
Pausing for a moment you thought of what to say, needing to come up with a response equally sweet as it was ironic, returning his tone to humor the situation.
“Snugllin’,” you said, and it worked, better than you imagined it would, his voice beamed with laughter, surrounding your head, feeling like you’d won the greatest prize at an arcade. 
Your face lit up too, laughing along with him, enjoying the moment.
He was turned around by this point, his body fully parallel to yours, still smiling. 
Your arms never left his waist, hands now tugging at the sides of his shirt, urging him to come closer and go back to your previous position. But he didn’t, eyes still searching for yours up until the very moment you looked up at him, smiling at each other like fools as the water kept running behind him.
The peace was short-lived, he jumped forward, the water that was now overflowing had fallen on his shirt, catching him off-guard. He turned around, hands immediately flying to grab the handle of the running faucet, he was seconds too late, the water already falling all around you, spreading rapidly on the tiled floor. 
You looked at him, jaw wide open at the incident, backing out the puddle at your feet to grab some towels and help him clean up. He seemed to have the same idea, heading for the same cabinet, grabbing some before you could, laying them out to absorb the water below him. 
You crouched down, following his actions, scoffing to yourself. Head snapping your way,  he titled it to the side, nodding up to signal he wants to know why you’d done that. 
“I tried so hard to scare you and the water was what got you?” you shook your head, faking a pout to sell your disappointment. He clicked his tongue, expressing his disapproval of your words, brushing off the ridicule. “Hush.” “I’m serious literally how d-” your ranting was cut short but yet another, this time drawn out “Hush!” 
“Whatever,” you stood up, walking over to the dryer, placing the drenched towel inside, “I’ll get you one day,” waving your finger at his approaching figure.
He was a mere few steps away as your finished your declaration, reaching over you to place his towel in too, shutting the dryer door with one arm, wrapping the other around your waist. 
“You talk a lot, you know?” He spun you around, his posture slouched as he brought your faces closer together, the hand on the small of your back pushing you in his direction. Your view briefly landed on his lips before ascending to his eyes, throwing another glimpse down in your best efforts to indicate your wishes. He smirked, catching on to your suggestion, one corner of his lips tugged to the side, eyes mirroring your act.
“Really?” you snuffed out the silence, as you often did, tilting your head up in to the side, leaning into him. Leaning in too, he began to close off the remaining distance.
The loud beep of the machine behind you made you the next victim of surprise, immediately cutting the moment short. You hid your head in his chest, chuckling at the absurdity of the string of events that had taken place. 
“REALLY?!” he yelled out in a light-hearted frustration toward the home appliance, entertaining the scene. In reality he was ready to respond to your question, the meaning of the word quickly changing to fit the current environment. Laughter never sized with him, you tapped the back of your hand to his chest, doubling over.
Once the initial shock of everything settled down you calmed as well, taking his hand in yours, away from the kitchen where all accidents seemed to happen.  He kept quiet, taking his seat on the couch, pulling your body down with his. 
The rest of the night was spent in cuddles on the couch, banter shared all about the previous accidents, a few inside jokes added to your list as the hours flew by, the everlasting moment carved forever in your minds.
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ze-maki-nin · 2 years
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Child in the Snow
Pairing[s]: Platonic!Technoblade x Gn!Child!Hybrid!Reader
Idea: You aint getting a spoiler! This is for @dreamwvrld event ^^
Warning[s]: Snow Storms [?], Hypothermia, caps [the voices lol], slight swearing, and blood mentioned. Pls tell me if I missed anything!
Word Count: 1.3k+ [wow thats a lot]
A/n: Enjoy ^^ [Your eyes are a certain color cause of the hybrid thing]
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Pained groans and muffled curses could be faintly heard in the harsh snow storm outside, causing Techno to look out the frosted window curiously. 
‘Who or what could be out in this type of weather?’ He thought, standing up carefully from his spot in his armchair near the fire, and headed closer to the window to get a better look, ax in hand just in case.
As he looked around through the strong winds of snow, eyes squinted to try and see better, he spotted a dark, blurry figure, trudging through the snow carrying something in their hand, the other one blending in with their body.
“What are they doing out there?” Techno mumbled to himself, rubbing his chin in thought as he continued to stare at the slowly growing figure in curiosity. Should he help them? I mean he could just not go through the trouble of going out there.
As the piglin hybrid contemplated the pros and cons, the voices added their opinion about what he should do, which started giving him a headache.
‘LETS KILL THEM’
‘BUT IT'S SO COLD OUTSIDE’
‘EEEEEEEEEEEE’
‘WHY NOT HELP?’
‘YA! THEY COULD GIVE US SOMETHING’
‘MAYBE THEY KNOW SOMETHING’
‘WHAT IF THEY'RE AN ORPHAN??’
‘THEN WE KILL!!’
‘YA!’
‘BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!’
‘EEEEEEEEEEEE’
‘Man that last voice is so annoying, it's so obsessed with the letter ‘E’ for some reason, and it always makes the others join in as well’ The pink haired male thought, a tick mark appearing on his forehead as the voices started spamming ‘EEEEEEEE’ over and over again. ‘Now I have a goddamn headache’
As Techno continued to think about the situation at hand, and eventually getting distracted by ‘chat’ as he called them, seeing as they were giving him a huge headache, he didn't notice the figure slowly getting larger by the minute. Leaning his ax against the wall, Techno began rubbing his temples to try and soothe the headache the ‘chat’ has given him.
“I swear to XD-”
A weak knock interrupted him, causing him to tense up and go on alert, the ‘chat’ screaming that it could be ‘them’ as they've dubbed the dark figure. 
Wait
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The dark figure- 
Looking out the window frantically, Techno began searching for the figure, and silently cursed himself for being so ignorant when he saw nothing. Which now meant the figure was at his cabin door.
“Damn it.” Techno cursed, picking up his ax once more and rested it on his shoulder, wanting to intimidate whoever or whatever was at the door waiting for him. “Now I have to help them” Grumbling to himself, the piglin made his way to the door, ready to face this figure he saw wandering in the middle of a snow storm.
As the cabin door creaked open, the harsh cold wind almost knocked the large male off his feet and the snow blew into his warm cabin, making him annoyed. Looking around he didn't see anyone, making him on edge, his guard up high as he didn't have any of his armor on.
Just as Techno was about to go back into the warm house, he felt a weak tug from the bottom of his cape, making him flinch back in surprise and look down, ax pointed towards the source of the tug. “What the?” The male whispered to himself, eyes narrowing at the small, dirty and blooded body that was laying on the ground, shivering.
Crouching down to get a better look at the body, Techno noticed small, ragged breaths fanning out in the bodys blue lips. A sigh left his own lips as he carefully picked up the small child in his arms, not caring how dirty his clothes got from them.
“How troublesome” The pink haired maled mumbled, shutting the door behind him with his foot with little trouble, and walked further into the cabin, closer to the fire to try and warm up the child.  Setting the child close enough to the fire to warm them up, not too close to accidentally hurt them, Techno walked around the cabin collecting things such as blankets, food, water, and his communicator. 
Once the child was surrounded by blankets, their head resting on a pillow he had gotten from his own bed, Techno sat back down on his armchair, picking up the mythological book up off the end table next to him and began where he left off. He was going to text Phil but decided against it, not wanting to bother the old man and possibly wake him up from his much needed sleep.
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As the sun rose over the snowy forest, the warmth of its rays waking up the sleeping animals, snow softly fell from the sky, the blizzard now over. A couple of crows flew over the trees, something shiny in one of their beaks, and they were flying towards a familiar cabin.
In the cabin sat Technoblade in his red armchair, a stack of books on the floor next to the chair, and another one in his hands. It seems that he had not slept at all the previous night, either too engrossed in the books to actually notice the time passing or he was worried about the small, now warmed up child that was laying in front of the fire.
As Technos eyes skimmed across the pages, his pig ears twitching every once in a while, he heard a quiet pained groan come from the pile of blankets. Looking up from his book, he saw the child sitting up with the blankets hanging off their small figure, their back to him.
“Hey kid” He called out to them, making the kid whip around quickly, their eyes wide with fear and urgency. “Calm down, Im not gonna hurt you” Techno stated, closing his book, showing the child the title which was ‘How to care for a Child’, causing them to calm down a bit.
Cautiously looking away from the muscular male in front of them, the small being began looking around the cozy unknown place they were in, curiosity filling their pale blue eyes. 
As the child was looking around, Techno just observed them, their appearance was interesting to say the least. They had large antlers growing out of the top of their head, accessories handing off of them, pale blue, almost white, eyes, almost as if they were blind, sharp canines that bertrude just a bit out of their mouth, and a sharp, dirty bone tail that's wrapped around their waist, almost like it was protecting them.
“Hmmm” Techno hummed, leaning his head on his hand, trying to figure out what kind of hybrid this child was. “What's your name, squirt?” The child looked at him, setting their hands on their legs, which were now crossed.
“Y-Y/n” They stuttered, their voice quiet and fear filled as they fiddled with their bone tail, which was gently placed in their lap. “Who-Who are you?” Y/n asked, looking up at the large male who stared down at them.
“Im Technoblade” The pigling hybrid stated plainly, not once looking away from the curious child as they shuffled nervously under his burning gaze, obviously uncomfortable. “Sorry. Bad habit” Standing up from the chair, Techno stretched his arms over his head and yawned, his tail swishing side to side every now and then.
Walking towards the small kitchen Phil had built him, Techno left the child on their own accord, not caring if they left, stayed, got into things etc. They looked old enough to care for themselves anyways, why should he do it?
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Might do a part two! Who knows ^^
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straighttohellbuddy · 2 years
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the red means i love you {c!Technoblade}
Summary: Yandere!Technoblade. Fake gods are worshiped with wine and flowers; real gods require blood.
Need to Know: They/Them. Yandere!Technoblade / Enabler!Reader. established relationship. DARKFIC & LIGHT SMUT PLEASE READ WARNINGS VERY CAREFULLY !!
A/N: 2755 words. hey holy shit read the warnings i mean it. this really isn't for everyone. but anyways i started this months ago lol and it makes me feel some type of way. probably OOC as all fuck. if you do end up reading this, 1. is it coherent? 2. is it any good? :/
Warnings: Romanticisation/Rationalisation of Yandere Behaviour; NON-GRAPHIC SMUT (no genitals specified), GRAPHIC KNIFE-PLAY BLOOD-PLAY AND PAIN-PLAY, SEMI-VIOLENT BODY WORSHIP?? OBJECTIFICATION. Violence. Scarification. Bondage. Mutual Obsession. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Citrus Scale: ❤️ GRAPEFRUIT ❤️
{ yandere!dsmp masterpost }
He gets antsy in isolation; the voices are hungry, and fresh bruises will never compare to cherry-red blood on the snow, on his hands, like wine the way you'd seen him savour it before the regret flashes across his face. Blood for the Blood God cheered like the fleeting high was worth the exhaustion the whole ordeal brought with it. You'd seen it time and again; violence simply for violence sake was tiring. It's been a long time since he'd felt like killing for anything or anyone that wasn't you, and since you're by his side in the tundra, there was little reason for him to jump to violence, or at least, violence you didn't relish in.
Because you basked in reminders of his power, finesse, how easily he could wreak devastation, and there was something thrilling about when he turned those skills upon you, knowing he loved you too much to break you beyond repair. But there was also something intoxicating when he almost would, when he'd spend days lavishing praise upon you as he cared for you, tended to the wounds he'd inflicted, nursed you back to health.
In the split second after he'd land a hit while sparring, and he's breathing heavy, eyes wild, and the pain hasn't hit you yet, you see the way his eyes light up. This time it had been a deep gash in your cheek, which had genuinely startled you, and he turns immediately, apologising, saying he lost himself in the moment.
"Don't worry about me," you tell him as he takes your face in his hands, the contact stinging as blood begins to seep from the wounds, "you wouldn't kill me," you assured him, and it's as if he needed to hear the words out loud to believe them, his gaze softening, your hands resting on his hips, "and if you did, we both know you would have your reasons."
"You're so..." but he can't even finish the compliment, syrupy affection in his eyes as he looks at you, still holds your face. He can't find the words in this moment, cant say what you know he's thinking, 'you bleed for me' but you can still hear it. His gaze is endearing as he looks at his own hand on your cheek, before holding it up in the sunlight, your blood shiny and slick on his fingers.
You take his hand in yours, love unspoken but well heard as you softly kiss his knuckles. Carefully, you bring his hand back to your cheek, the stinging wound and the warm, red proof that you were alive. When you pull him in for a kiss, he's holding your face tighter this time, the pressure searing beneath his touch as you kiss him; the tense set of his shoulders had eased, however, and to you, that's all that mattered.
The moment, he tells you later, soothed the voices, at least for the time being. You, stretched out next to him in bed, carefully applying bandaids and ice packs to your more recent training wounds, make a noise of interest.
"I don't like hurting you like that," he admits, voice low, sounding almost remorseful. Instinctively you turn your attention from your bandage application, to him, curling an arm over his chest, resting your chin on his shoulder.
"Like what?" Because he's not one for admitting remorse, especially not about something like this; you've got well cared for scars to the contrary.
"Like in a way we haven't discussed," it takes him a long moment to find the words, but you know its still not entirely the truth; as if your awareness of the altercation was crucial to his enjoyment of it. He got caught up like this a lot, when injuries were accidents. The problem was that it wasn't his intention, it wasn't premeditated; you never minded the lack of warning, he'd had your complete trust for as long as he'd had your heart. You knew what he was capable of, but that he loved you, that's why you trusted him. He, however, knew what he was capable of, and loved you, which is why accidents scared him half to death.
"But it felt good, didn't it? Better than usual," as you say that, he looks to you, sharp and calculating, gaze focused on the patching job he'd done on your cheek earlier, "do you want that? The blood?"
"I don't need it," he says softly, kissing your nose, "I like what we have, I like training with you, you don't-"
"But do you want it?" You ask, reaching up to touch his cheek, your fingertips feather light as you trace where the scar would be on him, and his eyes close for a moment. He leans into your touch.
"The things I crave," he begins, before amending with the faintest smile, "the things other than you, don't matter out here; I'm keeping us safe. The violence for the sake of blood, it's exhausting to keep searching for," he groaned faintly, before adding, "and dangerous," his gaze slides to you, and you know he's not concerned about himself. You, however, held his face for a long moment.
"And what of blood without violence?" You ask softly; he goes very still, breath caught alongside the thought, "Blood for the Blood God," When you lower your hand to his chest, his eyes open. Dark and thoughtful, there's hesitation there, confusion almost.
"You don't know what you're offering," his tone is like ice water, a shock to your system with how cold it is. There's no warning when he sits up, out of your embrace, leaving you cold and confused, "I'm trying to keep you safe." Accusatory, as if you're in the wrong, as if you should know better.
He leaves before you've even formulated a response, tense and seemingly furious and you have no idea how or why the situation changed so dramatically. It's always hard to try and sleep alone nowadays, but you don't have much of a choice.
Techno comes home still wreathed in the heat and horrible sufler smell of the Nether, sweet words on his lips as he curls into bed beside you. None of them are an actual apology, but he's got a talented hand between your thighs as he tells you he loves you, and it's enough to ease your fretting, half asleep mind for the time being.
It seems safer to leave that topic well enough alone for the time being, but it doesn't leave your mind. The thoughts that begin to haunt you encroach on every part of your life. Intrusive, idle chatter starts up when you're training and the sun glances off his blade and catches your gaze, and won't shut up as you're preparing dinner together, and the chatter roars with approval whenever you so much as get a paper cut. Perhaps this is what it's like to experience the voices that clamour for blood and violence in your love's head, though more and more you're sure it's your mind's way of encouraging you, because there are moments where Techno looks at you, eyes dark with a barely concealed desperation, and all thoughts in your mind go silent.
"Don't look at me like that if you're not going to do anything about it," you teased, catching him in one of those dark, thoughtful moments he was becoming increasingly prone to. Techno, however, is pointedly quiet, averting his gaze, light from the fire making him seem somehow even more dramatic, "you've been trapped in there a lot lately," settling yourself on the sofa beside him, you curl up by him, cheek against his shoulder.
Still, he remains quiet.
The crackle of the fire fills the otherwise silent room, though Techno shifts to wrap his arm around you, pulling you a little closer. You feel when he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
"Wish I could be trapped in here," he mumbles against you, drawing circles on your shoulder with his finger, "figure out how you live like you don't feel fear."
"I have you," you respond with absolute, blunt sincerity.
"What?" It sounds as if he genuinely didn't expect your response.
"I have you," it comes out a murmur, angling your face to his, nose to nose as your gaze locks with his, "why would I ever feel afraid." His pupils are blown so wide with want that you're half afraid you'll get lost in them. He must feel the erratic beating of your heart, must know the thrill you feel in this moment -
"You should fear what I want to do to you when you say things like that," his voice is low and you feel like you could melt at the implications, which was probably not his intention, but you didn't care.
"And yet you don't even do anything," you sighed languidly, eyelashes fluttering as you find your gaze dropping to his lips, "what a tease -" but then there's two fingers in your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
"And if I tore you apart, would that make you happy?" He practically snarls, but you angle your head to make sure he can see the dreamy look in your eyes. After a few moments of intensity, he moves his hand from your jaw, your mouth, to grip your thigh, to pull you closer.
"Is it what you want?" You feel elated, all kinds of heady and fire-warm. This is the precipice, the moment where he yet again understands you truly mean you'd do anything for him, and his hesitation will evaporate -
"More than anything," he admits, as if his honesty had left him breathless, and he kisses you hard before you have time to think. Pulling you into his lap, he takes the opportunity to fist his hand in your hair. When he pulls hard, it's the first of many wonderfully aching, stinging, bruising moments of the night.
And you learn that there is no blood without violence, not for the Blood God...
There's a sharp pain the moment the blade first breaches your skin, metal along your sternum cool before the pain brings with it heat. You try to bite back your yelp, but can't quite manage it. You've been cut before but never so deliberately, not by someone who looks at you like Techno does now. Techno, sitting carefully on your thighs, doesn't seem to acknowledge it; he drags the blade down the centre of your chest with an almost agonising unwaivability, tears springing to your eyes, trying not to squirm, to make the pain worse.
"Techno," you whimper, his name escaping you almost involuntarily, nervously tugging at your wrist bindings above your head. There's something dark and strangely detached in Techno's gaze as he meets yours.
"I'm okay," you murmur unconvincingly, "I- it hurts more than I thought it would is all, I'm sorry I'm-" though for all your babbling you don't even consider asking him to stop. He presses the flat side of the blade to your ribs and reaches out with his free hand to carefully wipe away your tears.
"You're so good," there's something hungry in his eyes, "so good to me... beautiful like this." And something clicks in your brain; you'd do anything to keep him talking to you like that, looking at you like that.
"More- please, again," you choke out, a desperate gasp as pain and pleasure weave together in your mind. Something about the way you've already begun to beg has his breath catching in his throat, an animalistic noise escaping him. Already his self restraint is all but shredded; before you knew he'd hesitate, or check in with you, but now -
"More what?" A demand for an answer. The blade is ice cold and feather light against your skin.
"Blood, please," stutters from your lips as you try to lean up to kiss him. Instead, he keeps one hand firm on your shoulder against the table, wearing a pleased smile as he instead dips to keys you, "my love, make me bleed."
He seems to derive pleasure from the way you whimper against his lips, your faint noises of pain as he carefully carves into the skin of your sternum while kissing you. It's starting small, he tells you, at least for now, having left a simple geometric pattern on your sternum that he admires as he fucks you. He lavishes you with praise, works hard to get you off but leaves you a bloody mess until well after the afterglow has faded.
When he tells you it will leave a beautiful scar, something inside you lights up with joy, with love.
"I can take more, I -" already you're babbling, offering. He hasn't untied you; the ache of your bound wrists is comfortingly familiar as you allow yourself to be taken care of.
"Don't," Technoblade warns you firmly, looking up from where he's cleaning and dressing the wounds. Even so, he seems calmer and steadier than he's been in a long while, as if granted a brief moment of mental peace after what had just occurred.
"You keep offering something very dangerous, but maybe your naivete is part of why I find you so precious," he pauses for a long moment before leaning in to press a kiss to the edge of the bloody pattern he was responsible for. A thin line of your blood shines by the corner of his mouth as he pulls back and smirks up at you. You're desperate to kiss him, but you knew it would interrupt his care, and you'd probably remain restrained past the point of it being enjoyable.
"Did it help?"
He is quiet for a long moment after your question. Finally, he spoke.
"How much did it hurt?"
"What?"
"Tell me how much it hurt," there was an unexpected dark edge to his voice now, something pleased and almost smug. He's holding bandages but his hands have stilled, "when you begged me to carve into you like that," it's that hunger again, the same you'd seen the moment you'd winced and gasped and squirmed once he'd finally put the blade down in favour of admiring his work, now free hand between your thighs.
Now he's just... admiring you, bound, marked, still comfortable at his mercy. Looking at the angry red lines in your skin, he can see the blood slowly seeping from them, his personal form of art. Carefully, you wet your lips, shifting the barest amount against the still bloodstained linens.
"It was awful," you murmur honestly, "it still is kind of unbearable, more than I expected." He blinks slowly, hands still hovering inches away from your torso. He hears it, you know he hears it, the way you speak so carefully about the pain without a hint of negativity. He's a sudden rush of movement, kissing you with newfound intensity, one hand coming to cup your face while the other he presses flat against the still fresh wound.
"I could kill you, you silly, porcelain thing," he groans, as if turned on by the very idea he's warning you about.
"Could you?" A breathless, wanton gasp escapes you, and it turns to a pained whimper as he presses against the wounds more insistently, which he echoes with a pleased noise of his own, "please, I need you to -"
For the first time in a long time the voices seem sated. They've had their fill of violence, of blood, of you, they're practically sick with how they've gorged themselves on all you've offered for them. But Techno himself? He loves to know just how much it hurts, and loves to make you beg for it nonetheless. He loves knowing how far you'll let him go, how much you'll endure and still ask for more. He loves the proof of your devotion. He will never get enough.
And you?
You want to wear the scars like the proof of your love for him, with pride. You now understand and appreciate the pain he's inflicted on others in your honour. You relish in knowing you can satisfy all he craves in a way that no-one else ever would.
But mostly, you crave those moments, the bloody handprints he leaves on your thighs, the gentle way he caresses the ice cold blade against your skin, and the look in his eyes as you whimper, like you're the only thing in the world that has ever mattered.
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itsonlydana · 2 years
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Heyo Dana :D you have the same name as one of my irl friends lol, anyways can I get a sbi + winged little sibling reader? Like maybe hybrid school au and their the only winged hybrid so they feel a bit out of place or smth- idk it's just an idea I needed out of my brain. Anyways have a good day and make sure you drink some water and eat something!!
"those who don't mind matter"➷ sleepy bois inc
➛ pairing: c!sbi & winged sibling!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
➛ idea: being the only winged hybrid in your new school took a toll on your self-confidence, but that is nothing that can't be fixed by some good old cuddling on the couch with your family
➛ words: 2,1k
➛ tags/warnings: fluff, tiny bit of hurt/comfort, swearing
➛ an: your friend is like soo cool because of that name! I apologize for how long it took me to write this- tbh i lost motivation to write sbi for a while but now i finally sat down and wrote it in one go. Hope you enjoy it anon!
important links: rules + masterlist
🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3
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you were never insecure about your wings - how could you be when from an early age you were praised by your family for them and any insecurity was smothered in the bud before they could even sprout
even if three of your older brothers were wingless, they tried their best so that you would not feel different. You loved each other for your differences
especially in the early days when your wings were growing and you had to learn how to use them, you did not feel alone, for Phil walked every step with you by his hand and guided you through all the new and unfamiliar things that he had to go through as well
he gave you flying lessons with Techno, Will and Tommy cheering you on from the ground (and rushing to help when it looked like you were going to crash)
all four of them helped you preen your wings, a task each of them performed with care, pride and honor. It was hard for you to groom your wings alone, but as soon as you realized it was time again, all you had to do was sit in front of one of your brothers, and immediately they knew what to do
it was relaxing and strengthened the bond and trust between you all the more, made you feel like family even if you were not blood related
when the invitation to Hybrid School came, Phil was the most excited and raved about the wonderful memories of his school days filled with friendships and adventures. You just had to bring up the subject and a dreamy smile spread across his face and his gaze disappeared into the distance
even if you weren't sure what it would be like to be in a new environment with complete strangers and to be away from your family for several hours a day, Phil was happy enough for both of you - besides, things couldn't be all that bad
The front door clicked into place with a barely audible "clack," and the handle was released as quietly as it could be with that creaky thing. It seemed to work, because the clatter of dishes from the kitchen didn't stop, nor did the clamor of Tommy and Will from the brightly lit living room. You would have to pass both rooms to walk up the stairs to your own bedroom, and so you stopped indecisively in the dark hallway, the straps of your backpack clutched tightly in your hands. 
From the smells coming from the kitchen, Phil was probably cooking your favorite meal, just as he had promised you: "After your first day of school, I'll cook you whatever you want and then you can tell us how great it was!" You were looking forward to finally being able to wish for dinner without Tommy complaining, but now you weren't sure if you would be able to eat a single bite; even swallowing was difficult because of the lump in your throat. And then there were the rocks in your stomach and the loss of appetite, despite the prospect of your favorite freshly cooked meal that Phil must have gone to extra trouble for today. 
You leaned slightly to the side, brushing off your one shoe with one foot and then the other, pushing the pair you'd already worn through to the pile of other shoes lying around in front of the shoe rack where only Phil's shoes were on the otherwise empty bars. Unfortunately, in doing so, you stepped on one of the floor ledges, which groaned loudly enough at even the slightest touch to wake the whole house. Tense, you held your breath.
"(y/n)?" you heard Phil call over the rumbling that was coming from the living room.
Crap
Before you could answer, the blond was already poking his head into the hallway, as expected a gleam on his face that made your worry of disappointing him run cold down your neck. "I didn't hear the door at all. Take off your jacket and come in, dinner's almost ready. You don't even have to help anymore, just sit at the table. I'm sure you can't wait to tell us about your day, we're all very excited mate!" 
During his flow of words you could hardly look Phil in the eye. Instead, you dropped your backpack on the floor. For a moment you considered storming up the stairs and fabaricading your door. If you didn't get out, the others couldn't get in either, and you wouldn't have to answer any questions, and you wouldn't have to get out tomorrow!
The plans you made in your mind were thwarted by two giants rushing out of the living room, because suddenly you found yourself in the arms of Will and Tommy and how could you keep your dams up? 
A sob drowned out every sound and silenced the excited questions of your brothers and one sob was followed by another and within seconds you were pressing your tear stained face against Will's familiar yellow sweater. It happened in a matter of seconds, the crash in the kitchen as Phil dropped everything and stormed into the hallway. Even Techno's room door on the second floor opened, even if he couldn't possibly have heard the crying, and flew down the stairs.
"What happened? Did something happen?" asked Techno, visibly ready to take on anyone who was even slightly to blame for your condition.
"(y/n), hey everything is fine," Will tried to reassure you, one arm wrapped around you and the other patting your head lovingly. You didn't want to let go of him at all, your hands were clasped behind his back in an attempt to feel caught again after a day of completely out of control situations. 
"School was awful," your tears quickly soaked the sweater, as soon as you started crying you couldn't hold anything back. All day you had been suppressing these feelings, trying not to let on how overwhelmed you felt being alone in this new environment and now that you were back with your family it was impossible to keep these walls up. Their love was overpowering, you didn't want to hide from them. 
A meaningful silent conversation took place over you between your brothers, after which you stepped from the dark hallway into the warmth of your living room - you continuing to press against Will, for you dared not look Phil in the eye. 
A cool glass of water and a shuffling around on the couch until everyone had found their place, later, you told your family about the day you'd just had. You began by saying how impressed you were with the old walls of the castle, which had served as a school for hybrids of all kinds for centuries now, and how you couldn't take your eyes off the battlements, sloping towers, and magical-looking courtyard. However, the magic of the castle and the feeling of being a part of something big and secret faded as soon as you stepped into the hall with all the other first-years and quickly realized that you were the only one with magnificent feathers. Of course, there were fairy hybrids whose fragile glassy wings glistened in the sunlight, and there had been a group of older dragon hybrids with gigantic leathery wings that could fling you into the air with a powerful push, but no one was like you. You had been startled to realize that....
"I was completely alone," you finished your narration, and again quickly drank a sip of water before tears could once again make their way up. With that burden lifted from your shoulders for the time being, you leaned against Phil to your right, exhausted. He didn't look disappointed at all, you noticed from the angle you were resting on his shoulder, much more sympathetic and as he looked down at you a warm smile played around his lips. 
Tommy, sitting next to Phil with the armrest at his back and his legs intertwined like a pretzel, again screwed up his face. "But just because no one else has wings like yours, doesn't mean you're alone! There are a lot of kids and really none of these thousands wanted to be friends with you?"
"Can't get more insensitive than that, can you?", Will clicked his tongue before poking you in your left side. "You can never expect too much from your first day. Most people are overwhelmed with it anyway because it's new and unfamiliar. Don't let it get you down that you haven't found anyone to get into mischief with yet. I'm sure that will come once you all get settled." Even though he was right somewhere, you didn't dare approach anyone either, it was different. 
Remembering back to the introductions in your class, how everyone had some friend or sat together in groups. "No one will want to talk to me," you sighed, raising your glass only to mumble in it as you drank, "Not after one of the cool guys said I looked like a pulled chicken."
"HE DID WHAT?" Techno's previously quiet voice filled the room like a thunderclap, sudden and loud enough to make you flinch. The pink-haired man's red eyes were able to pierce a hole through you with the sharpness in them, and you were glad that the anger wasn't really directed at you, otherwise you would have been guaranteed to run for the hills by now. Techno's back was pushed straight through, his thighs strained, and he looked like it was costing him everything not to jump up from his usually comfortable position next to Will. Will, however, didn't really look calm either, his soft gaze had become hard and he gritted his teeth under his tense jaw. 
You looked from the twins, who looked more alike than ever at that moment, to Tommy. His jaw lay ready to be picked up from the floor. 
One hand rested on your thigh, the other under your chin, turning your head so that you looked at Phil. He spoke your name softly, quietly and gently and full of warmth that put a band-aid on all the wounds of the day. "First, and it's the most important thing you need to know in your life, is that you are perfect just the way you are," he began and you were almost ready to cry again. You made an effort to keep looking him in the eyes, even if Phil seemed more hurt about these events than you were "and secondly, you can't let comments like that get to you, okay? The ones who think they can judge you aren't important, but the ones who don't mind matter." 
"Because they're complete bullshit!" shouted Tommy indignantly, and despite the expletive, he was not admonished by Phil. Instead, the elder nodded in agreement, which only spurred the young blond to continue, "They're talking trash, irrelevant lies because they're idiots! Jerks! Ass-"
Before he could utter the last expletive, there came an urging, long-drawn-out "Tommy" after all, to which he only gave you a braces-presenting satisfied grin. 
"Phil he's right" Will fell back into the couch cushions behind you and threw his legs up on the small coffee table in front of you "The little rug rat has no idea who he's messed with" 
"Messed with?" Alarmed, Phil tensed next to you and his eyebrows shot up at Techno's nod. 
"Messed with" Techno confirmed, looking thoughtfully around the room "We could come with you tomorrow and dangle him off one of the towers"
"Or we could dunk him in the fountain for revenge, then he'd have to walk around with wet pants on" Tommy suggested.
"Or," Phil firmly interrupted the creative exchange of ideas on how your brothers could get back at the boy "Or we approach the teacher and settle it without violence"
The three boys sighed, you began to grin. At the saddened faces, you leaned back against Will, patting Techno with one hand and smiling at Tommy. "I'm very grateful to you, but you don't have to be my bodyguards. I can handle it on my own. It was just a stupid comment from someone I don't know and from now on I'll just stay away from him."
Before you knew it Phil's wings spread out behind you all, pressing you all closer until you were lying in a heap on top of each other, arm in arm, some foot half in your stomach, but together. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so bad, maybe you'd even meet a friend with whom you could do all the nonsense Phil had experienced in his time at school.
And if things didn't go well, the four self-proclaimed bodyguards sitting outside the school gate in sunglasses would immediately come to the rescue.
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grey-rambles · 2 years
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Of Iced Coffee and Interuptions
Technoblade x Reader; Coffee Shop AU
This is for @dreamwvrld's one year writing event. Kay's "Starstruck" series is what got me into this side of the fandom, and this writing event is what finally encouraged me to give writing another try! Hope you like it!!
Words: ~7.6k
Warnings: some swearing, potential gendered language (I did my best to make it neutral, but I may have missed something)
Notes: sorry if anything doesn't make complete sense-- this is pieced together from an SBI fanfic draft I abandoned back in November, and writing I did mostly while in a fevered haze while I was sick. I think it turned out pretty good regardless though!
You let out a sigh, breath dissipating into mist in the cool autumn air. Walking up Main St. this early in the morning, dawn’s rays just starting to peek over the tops of the buildings, was always a peaceful way to start your day, a quiet sort of anticipation of the day to come as the street was just starting to come alive. Although you would much rather still have been cozy in bed…
Walking up to the window of Crow’s Roost, you noted that the lights were already on inside the building, casting a warm, yellow glow onto the sidewalk outside. So, Techno had arrived before you, then.
The bell above the door jingled merrily as you unlocked and swung open the door, shattering the quiet of the morning. Heading further into the shop, you start unbuttoning your fall coat, calling out a “Morning, Techno!” to the man behind the bar.
“Mornin’,” he calls back quietly, mouth quirked up every-so-slightly on the left side into a smile. He had paused in his actions to glance up at you when you arrived, but quickly moved back to setting up the espresso machine for the day, hands steady and practiced as he pulled test shots to calibrate the machine.
You grabbed the keys to the staff room from where they were tucked underneath the counter, heading towards the basement staircase with purpose.
“We need more caramel syrup!” Techno called out to your back, “And sleeves!”
“Got it!” you called back, hurrying your steps even further. Down the stairs, through the security door, and onwards into the staff room, where you set down your bag and took off your jacket, popping your lunch into the designated fridge in the kitchen. Quickly switching out your boots for your more practical work shoes and throwing on your apron, you grabbed the items Techno had requested and flew back up the stairs to help the man finish up with the opening tasks.
This was a well practiced dance between Techno and you at this point; you had been working at “Crow’s Roost Cafe and Bakery” for going on three years, and Techno for even longer. The two of you were typically scheduled to open shop together three days a week, and honestly, those were your favourite shifts. It had taken about six months for Techno to really warm up to you, but once you both got comfortable with each other, it was the start of a beautiful relationship.
The two of you had fallen into a routine for these early mornings ages ago– he opened up and calibrated the espresso machine, while you set up the pastry case and brewed the drip coffee. He would then head outside to unlock and set up the patio furniture while you swept up and reset the tables inside the cafe, and then you would typically have ten minutes to sit, have a drink, and chat before it was time to open the doors to the public.
“The usual this morning?” Techno asked, already reaching for the Earl Grey tea bags to start your London Fog.
“Nah, I’m feeling like a Cafe Dulce today, didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Bruh,” he says, switching over to the double shot portafilter and fiddling with the grinder, “I literally do not know how you can drink this stuff, it’s basically sugar masquerading as coffee.”
You giggle. “Ah yes, Mr. Blade, but you’re forgetting a very important fact. I… do not like coffee.”
He lets out a gentle huff of laughter as he quickly measures out the sweetened condensed milk into your glass, then begins pulling the shots overtop, turning away to start preparing his own drink. The two of you fall into comfortable silence as he finishes up with your drinks and tidies the station, before carrying over a tray with your drinks and a croissant to share, and sitting down across from you.
“So,” you say, gently stirring the sweetened condensed milk into the espresso in your glass until it all dissolved, “what’s the plan for today?”
“Well,” he takes a sip of his cappuccino, “Niki will be in around 10 to help you out for a couple of hours until Tommy gets out of class around 1, then she’s got some special orders to work on downstairs. Phil wants me to come with him to the roastery at about 9:30 to do some quality checks, but we’re having a meeting in his office about something first, so you’ll be alone for about an hour, will that be okay?” At your nod, he continues, “Ranboo will be in at 3 when you leave, and he and Tommy are closing tonight.”
“Will you be at the roastery all day, do you think?” you ask him through a mouthful of croissant.
“Nahh, Phil doesn’t think this’ll take too long, he just wants me to get in some more practice, especially with the light roasts, since they’re more fiddly. I’m anticipating being back here in the early afternoon, but we’re running low on most of the syrups and chai concentrate, so I’ll probably be downstairs working on those for the rest of the day.”
You try not to let your face fall too obviously– as much as you love your other coworkers, Techno is by far your favourite to work with, the man’s dry wit and chill personality meshing wonderfully with your own. But, as his apprenticeship under Phil continued on, he was spending more and more time off the main cafe floor, instead putting in hours at the coffee roastery a few blocks down, or in the basement kitchen area preparing house-made syrups and other drink components. It feels like you rarely get to spend any time with the man anymore, and that makes something deep within your chest ache.
Shaking yourself out of your stupor, you set down your now-empty glass and clap your hands. “Well! It’s about time to open this place up, so let’s get moving!”
The morning is relatively steady, but not particularly busy, as per usual. The big rushes in your location tend to come at lunchtime and after work. It gives you some time to get through some of the busy work around the cafe, like restocking the merchandise shelves, and refilling the tea leaves, chatting casually with Techno off and on.
You’re just turning away from the scale used to measure out the drip coffee beans to quickly sneak a look at Techno, when you notice that he’s already looking at you. You tilt your head slightly, smiling softly. “What’s up?”
His eyes widen slightly at being caught, and a very faint, almost imperceptible pink flush spreads up his neck and across his cheeks. If you had been less well-versed in reading your coworker, you would have missed it.
“I uh,” he stuttered slightly, before continuing on more confidently, “I was wondering if you’d—”
“Good morning, you two! How’s the day been so far?”
You turn to the entrance and see the owner of the shop, one Philza Minecraft, just coming through the door.
You shoot him a wide smile. “Good morning, Phil! It’s been pretty good so far, not too busy. We’ll need to order in more vanilla rooibos soon though, it’s getting pretty low.”
“Espresso’s pulling really long today too,” Techno adds, “I fiddled with the grind settings, so it’s okay for now, but we’ll probably have to pull it apart and descale the pipes soon.”
“Alright, good to know,” Phil says, “I’m gonna head down and start getting ready to head over to the roastery. Tech, if you could finish up here and head down, I need to speak with you about something before we head out.”
Techno nods his assent and quickly begins a surface clean of the espresso station, passing along any relevant information to you in his usual calm monotone. Just as he turns to head down, you shoot up from where you’ve been causally resting your back against the counter.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot!” you exclaim, “What were you gonna ask me, before Phil walked in?”
The subtle blush travels quickly back up Techno’s cheeks. “Don’t worry about it,” he says gruffly, “it wasn’t important.” He turns quickly on his heel and walks away, not waiting for a response.
Blinking slightly at Techno’s abrupt (and rather stange) behaviour, you turn back to the counter to continue your shift.
~o0O0o~
You’re just finishing up with an order when Techno storms back into the cafe, letting the door to the stairwell slam behind him. You exchange concerned looks with one of your regulars as you hand over their drink. Techno continues on through the mostly empty cafe, stopping just shy of the door to put on his outerwear, scowl affixed on his face.
“Heading to the roastery now, Techno?” you ask his back, as he buttons up his coat. He ignores you. Your eyebrows furrow slightly. “Techno?” you repeat, as you begin making your way over to him.
He continues to ignore you, finishing up with the fastenings on his leather gloves and reaching for the door of the shop.
You place a single hand on his forearm, effectively stopping him from leaving. “Hey, don’t ignore me. What’s wrong?”
He turns to face you, expression softening slightly.
“Sorry. That talk with Phil didn’t go in the direction I thought it would, but I shouldn’t take it out on you. I really do need to go now though.”
“Do you want a drink for the road?” you ask, desperate for just another moment with him. He shakes his head, expression hardening again as he looks back at something behind you. He shoots a “Good-bye” over his shoulder as he whirls around and walks out.
You turn around to see your boss in the doorway to the stairwell, expression strained.
“You headed out too, Phil?” you ask, circling back around to your post behind the counter.
He grimaces slightly. “I’ll probably give it a couple of minutes. Let Tech have some time to cool off a little on his own.”
“What was that all about, anyways?” you ask Phil, as you hold up a travel cup towards him with a raised eyebrow. At his nod, you begin preparing his usual Americano Misto. Phil lets out a sigh, letting his head drop back.
“My son’s coming home.”
“Oh?”
Phil sighed again. “Yeah, he moved away for university five years ago, but now that he’s graduated he’s not very happy living there anymore. We’ve been talking about it for a while, but he’s recently started showing interest in helping me out with the shop again, like he did in high school.”
“Well, I’m really happy for you, Phil,” you say, passing over his finished drink, “but I don’t understand what this has to do with Techno storming out of here.”
“Well, Techno is my apprentice, and the understanding we had was that he would take over the shop from me some day. And I’d still like for him to! He’s very good at his job, it’s just… he's very good at the coffee part of the job. Less so the… people part of the job."
You nodded, understanding where Phil was coming from. There was a reason Techno typically handled the drink making, and you, the till when the two of you worked together… he wasn't the most social person, especially with strangers.
"And so," Phil continued, taking a sip of his drink, "I thought that maybe the two of them could split the job. Wil doesn't know a thing about coffee, but he studied political science with a minor in business, so he could handle the people side of things, and Techno could deal with the coffee."
You hazard a guess. "But Techno didn't like that very much when you told him?"
“You could say that, yeah," Phil said with a strained laugh, "He stormed out of my office pretty much as soon as I finished talking."
You pause in wiping down the counters, brow furrowed, staring out the front window. That… was incredibly unlike Techno. He and Phil had had their share of disagreements, but you had never heard of an instance where the younger had literally walked away from the problem without at least trying to talk it out. To say you were concerned was an understatement.
As though sensing your tumultuous thoughts, Phil clapped his hands gently. "Well, no sense dwelling on it. I'm sure we'll get it all sorted in the end. I should head out now though, thanks for the drink, mate," he called over his shoulder on the way out the door.
Giving your head a quick shake to clear it of any wandering thoughts, you turned back to your work. Phil was right– no sense in worrying too much over it, everything would be resolved in time.
~o0O0o~
The rest of your shift seemed to fly by, between the lunch rush and catching up with Niki and Tommy, and soon enough you were handing off your station to head home.
"Have a good close, guys!" you called over your shoulder as you headed for the stairwell.
"Good night, king!" Tommy hollered back, Ranboo opting to just shoot you a wave.
Pushing through the security door, you pause for a moment as soft music floats through the air of the basement. The door to the staff room is ajar, propped open slightly by a small can of paint, casting a soft beam of light into the otherwise dimly lit space.
Peering your head in through the open door, you see Techno, back turned to you, humming along to the song playing on his phone. He's got a couple of pots on the go on the stove, hair pulled back into a messy bun and shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He seems relaxed, fully focused on the task at hand.
Moving a little further into the room, not wanting to disturb his workflow, you quietly head towards the coat tree to get ready to head home, keeping an eye on Techno all the while. You're somewhat transfixed in watching him work, seeing him so at ease.
Techno walks over to the storage shelves adjacent to the cooktop, back still turned to you. Huffing very slightly, he reaches up and grabs down one of the industrial sized bags of sugar, carrying it back over to his station easily.
Now you had helped Phil unpack and shelve those things a couple of times, and they were heavy. You hadn't realized that Techno was so strong until now, watching the muscles in his shoulders and biceps flex as he set the bag down on the countertop. God, he could probably pick you up and pin you against a wall if he wanted to–
Wait, what? Where did that thought come from?
You must have made some sort of noise, since Techno finally looked up from his work and turned towards you. “Oh hey, didn’t see you there,” he said, seeming much more calm than he had this morning, “You headed out for the day?”
“Yeah, all done for the day!” you reply. Silence falls for a moment as you turn to hang your apron on the shelf, before you break it again to mention, “Seems like you’re feeling a little bit better.”
He laughs, but it doesn’t really sound happy. “Yeah, a bit. Still reeling a little bit, if I’m honest.”
You take a seat in one of the chairs to change your shoes out. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Techno lets out a sigh, shoulders slumping a bit. “How much did Phil tell you?”
"Not much, just that his son was coming home, and that he wants the two of you to split the duties involved with running the shop when he retires.”
"I mean, that's pretty much the long and short of it." Techno sighed, falling into a contemplative silence as he gathered his thoughts, gaze distant. You sit for a moment, just observing his silhouette in the dim lighting. He really is very handsome, you mused, tracing over his features slowly. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, large hands. Bright eyes and long pink hair, roots just starting to grow out. You feel a sudden urge to smooth out the crease between his eyebrows with your finger.
He turns back to the countertop abruptly before he begins speaking again. "Phil originally didn't want to offer me an apprenticeship, did you know that?"
Your eyebrows raised in surprise. Techno'd already started his apprenticeship when you had begun working at Crow's Roost, and Phil had always spoken so fondly of the younger, pride shining in his eyes, you would never had thought there was any sort of patchy history there.
Making a small noise of acknowledgement and interest, you wait for Techno to continue, your boots sitting forgotten on the floor in front of you.
"Yeah, he really wasn't too keen on the idea at first. I'd been working here for about a year, had just finished my first semester at college, and I was miserable. But I liked working here. And I liked learning about coffee– it's a lot more hands-on than my English courses were, no matter how much I love literature. So, I dropped out to start working here full time.
“Phil started teaching me some of the more complicated barista stuff– I had set my eyes on winning the National Barista Championships as my goal at that point, and Phil won that thing twice back in the day, so he walked me through creating my own signature drink, and gave critiques on hundreds of shots of espresso while I perfected my technique. Like, he spent hours in here with me after the shop had closed for the night, practising everything.
“And then the local competition came, and I dominated. Then Regionals. I swept that one too. Phil came with me to every event, talked me down while I had a panic attack backstage, helped me through my social awkwardness while talking to the judges and other contestants before and after the competition.
“And soon enough, it was time for the National Championship. Waiting for the competition to end and the results to be posted was agonizing. But in the end…. I won. And at that point, I knew this is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
“We threw a pretty huge party, here at the shop, after my win. It was nice, but it all came down to me and Phil here again once everyone had headed home. He told me how proud he was of me. And I asked Phil if he would like to take me on as an apprentice officially. That I’d done some thinking and decided that this is where my passion was, that I wanted to learn more about the art of coffee, and we had worked so well together, so wouldn’t he pretty please be my teacher?”
Techno pauses here, finally. "And he said no. Said it had nothing to do with me, that he just didn't want to train anyone at that moment."
He laughs. "I had just won the most prestigious award a barista can win, and it didn't even matter any more because I still couldn't have the one thing I wanted more than anything.
"I knew Phil had a son, of course. Even met him a few times. He's nice enough, though he was never really interested in the business, much to Phil's disappointment. I think he was hoping to be able to pass his passion onto his kid, but Wil was always more interested in his music and his politics than he was in coffee. I don't know if Phil just stopped holding out hope, or if they reached some sort of agreement, but he came to me about a month after I initially asked, saying that he had reconsidered the apprenticeship, and that he wanted to take me on."
"And now Wil's coming back…. It just makes me feel like second choice all over again."
The two of you sit in contemplative silence for a few moments. You stare at Techno’s back, trying to figure out anything that you could say that might help him. After another moment, you heasitently ask, “Have you… told Phil any of this?”
He snorts. “Talking about my feelings with my pseudo-father figure? Cringe.”
“Techno…”
He turns to face you again, leaning casually against the counter. “None of this is his fault or his problem. He never asked for an overly-attached and insecure protégé. I clearly am putting more value on the relationship than he is, and that’ll just have to be okay. It’ll be hard, but I’ll get there.”
You look at him in disbelief. How can someone so beautiful be so very stupid?
“Techno…” you stand and move closer to him, meeting his eyes, “that… is maybe the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
He blinks at you, clearly caught off guard. “Heh?”
He opens his mouth as though to continue speaking, but you cut him off before he can. “Dude, anyone with eyes can see that Phil thinks the world of you! I’m sure this is all just some sort of misunderstanding, and I’m sure he would be happy to talk it out with you if you bring it up. There’s no need for you to suffer in silence because you’re afraid of being ‘cringe’.” You put air quotes around the word, and your heart warms when the corners of Techno’s mouth lift slightly into a smile at the action, but they quickly fall again.
“How can you be so sure?” he asks you, expression surprisingly open and vulnerable for a man usually so stoic. Your stomach swoops at being trusted with this side of him.
“Because I do. Every time Phil talks about you, his face lights up, and he has done nothing in my presence except for sing your praises. Even today while he and I were chatting after you left, he was talking about how he just wanted you to be able to play to your strengths in the future. Did he not explain to you how he wanted the split between you and his son to work?”
Techno looks to the side. “I may not have… stuck around for long enough for him to get that far…”
You roll your eyes. Of course he didn’t. “Well, he explained it to me. He wants you to run the coffee side of things, and for– Wil, you said?-- to handle the ‘people’ side of it. He minored in business in college if I recall correctly.”
You place a hand gently on Techno's forearm, moving a little closer. He twists his arm around to gently grasp at your arm in turn. “I know that this isn’t how you imagined this going, but at least give it a chance. Talk to Phil, let him explain. Work on splitting the duties with Wil. Try it out. Please. For me.”
“And if it doesn’t work out?” Techno’s eyes bore into yours. The smell of coffee and spices surrounds you. The playlist has ended leaving only the sound of breathing, like the two of you are in your own little world. His skin is hot against yours where you touch.
“Then you finish out your apprenticeship and strike out on your own. Open up your own shop, run it however you want."
He lets out a breathy chuckle, thumb running softly across the skin of your arm. "Open up my own shop, eh? Not sure how that would work. Who'd want to have me for a boss?"
"I would. I'd follow you anywhere." You feel a blush rise up on your cheeks, but you refuse to break eye contact with the man in front of you. He looks surprised, but then his face melts in to a gentle expression.
Very gently, he sweeps a strand of hair off of your forehead. "How is it that you always know exactly what to say?"
His hand moves down to cup your face, thumb running back and forth over your cheekbone. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. Your heart flutters, then starts beating overtime.
CRASH!
Startled, you whirl around to see Ranboo in the doorway to the staff room, an overturned box of metal tumblers on the floor next to him.
"I uh. Sorry," he stutters, face absolutely burning red, "I needed- I just- Almond milk!"
The poor boy practically races over to the shelf and grabs a case of almond milk before practically running back out again, door slamming shut behind him.
You turn back towards Techno, but the moment has already been lost. He's turned to face the counter again, stirring something in one of the pots on the stovetop. The back of his neck is pink.
"I… guess I'll head out then," you say to break the silence. Techno barely spares you a glance as he says a stiff goodbye. The silence surrounding the two of you as you finish getting ready to go is stifling.
As you walk out of the shop into the late afternoon sun, you ponder what just happened. What was that? Was Techno actually going to kiss you? Would you even have wanted him to?
With a jolt, you realize that you would have. You absolutely would have.
Several things suddenly click into place for you. The excitement whenever the two of you worked together. The ache in your chest when you don't see him for a while. The… kinda weird thoughts you've started having about him.
Oh god, you were in love with Techno.
~o0O0o~
Now that the realization had been had, it was basically all you could think about for the next three days while you were off work. It consumed basically your every thought.
You received a single text from Techno during that time, on the first day of your time off. It read "Talked to Phil. You were right. I'm meeting Wilbur on Wednesday. Thanks" and the high of getting it carried you through the rest of the day.
Heading in to your shift on Thursday, your stomach is filled with butterflies. You haven't seen or heard from Techno since that text message three days ago, and you were very excited to be seeing him again. Maybe you could even discuss what had happened in the staff room that day…
Arriving outside "Crow's Roost", you note that once again Techno had beat you there, light shining out onto the pavement from the windows of the shop. You open the door eagerly, greeting dying on your tongue as you spot Techno… chatting with a tall, curly-haired stanger wearing a beanie.
"Morning Techno," you call out, "who's this?"
Both men look at you as Techno replies, smiling very slightly at you, "This is Wilbur, Phil's son. He'll be hanging around the shop for a few days, getting the feel for how things work around here."
You smile, stepping forward with your hand extended to shake as you introduce yourself. Wilbur's grip is firm as he shakes your hand. His eyes look you up and down, appraising. "It's very nice to meet you finally, I've heard a lot about you from my father."
"All good things, I hope," you joke in return, smiling up at him.
"Very much so," he replies. You realize that you're still holding onto his hand, and drop it as though you've been burned.
"Well," you say, "I should go down and get ready to start. Anything we need from downstairs, Techno?"
"Nah, not today," he replies, eyes focused on his hands as he fiddles with a portafilter. He's no longer smiling, you note.
You quickly head down and get ready, starting your opening routine. As you begin pouring the premeasured drip coffee beans into the grinder, Wilbur comes up beside you. "What are you working on?" he asks.
"Oh, I'm starting on the drip coffee. There's four different roasts to get through, and we only have two brewers, so I like to start the first couple before I put out the pastries for the day."
"Oh, that makes sense."
Wilbur continues to ask you questions as your shift continues–"What's your favourite pastry that we sell?", "Why are the teas organized this way?", "How long have you worked here?", "When is the busiest time of day?"-- and before you know it, your shift is over, and you're handing off your station to Niki. With a jolt, you realize that you've barely said a word to Techno the entire day.
"I'm sorry for pretty much ignoring you today Techno. Wilbur sure has a lot of questions, huh?"
Techno smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "That's okay. It seems like you were handling it pretty well."
You giggle slightly as the two of you lapse into silence. You begin putting on your coat and boots, as Techno settles at the desk with a pen and a stack of what looks like invoices.
You take a deep breath. Now or never.
"Hey, Techno?" you begin, nervously. He hums in response, eyes still trained on his paperwork. "I was, um, hoping we could talk about what happened the other day. You know. With the two of us."
His eyes flick up to meet yours. The tension in the room is so thick, you swear you can feel it suffocating you.
Techno opens his mouth to reply, but before he can say anything, Tommy bursts into the staff room in dramatic fashion.
"BLADE! I FUCKED UP!!"
Techno sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. "What did you do this time, Tommy?"
"Well you see, I, being the massive, big brained man that I am, noticed that the left steaming wand wasn't working so well. So I, being so generous and kind-hearted, decided I would take the cover off and, well, you see, now it, uh… won't go back on? So I can't use it? Please don't tell Phil."
Techno sighed again, even more deeply than before, burying his face in his hands for a moment before looking up. "Bro, how did you even manage…. Nevermind, I don't wanna know. Head back up, I'll be there in a sec."
Tommy nods, tossing a "You're the biggest man ever, Techno!" over his shoulder.
Techno looks at you, something unreadable in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I really have to deal with this. We'll talk some other time, okay?"
You nod, disappointment curling in your chest. "Yeah, some other time, for sure."
He stands and heads for the door, pausing for a moment to lay a hand on your shoulder. He looks as though he's about to say something, when a crash sounds from upstairs. "I really have to go. But we'll talk soon, okay? I promise."
And then he's gone.
You nod to yourself firmly. You'll bring it up again next shift.
~o0O0o~
You do not, in fact, get to bring it up next shift. In fact, you don't get to bring it up for the next three shifts you and Techno work together. Wilbur spends his time following you around like a child would its mother, and he asks just as many questions. You do your best to answer them all politely and thoroughly, even if you are getting a little annoyed that he won't give you a single moment alone with Techno.
~o0O0o~
"What's this thing do?"
“That’s a heat sealer for the tea bags. Since we make each loose tea bag to order, we need some way of holding them closed after we put the tea in there.”
~o0O0o~
“Why does one of the coffee grinders have that red sticker on it?”
“It’s so we don’t accidentally put the flavoured coffee in the wrong grinder. The oil that we use to flavour the coffee would affect the flavour of any unflavoured roast, so to avoid cross-contamination, we grind all the flavoured coffee in the red sticker grinder, and the other roasts in the other one!”
~o0O0o~
"Hey Techno, do you have a minute? We still need to talk about– Oh, Wilbur, no! Don't touch that! Sorry Techno, I'll be right back…"
~o0O0o~
“What’s your favourite drink on the menu?”
“Hmmm… depends on the day, but right now I’m really loving the hot chocolate! You can never go wrong with a London Fog as well. If I’m going to have coffee, it’ll be a Cafe Dulce.”
~o0O0o~
“How does the nitro cold-brew dispenser work?”
“If you look underneath, there’s two tanks; one is full of cold brew, and the other is full of compressed nitrogen gas. When you pull down the handle on the dispenser, it combines the correct amount of both as it pours. That’s why we only sell it up to a 16oz; anything larger would be too much nitrogen in the body at once, could make you sick."
~o0O0o~
"Hey Wilbur, have you seen Techno around?"
"Not for a while, he left about an hour ago. Why, did you need him for something?"
"...Nah, don't worry about it. Here, how about I show you where we keep the extra merchandise for restock."
~o0O0o~
“Why don’t you drink coffee? I mean… look where you’re working!”
“Yeah, it just tends to make me really jittery, and I never really grew to appreciate the taste. Besides, we have so many tea options! It’s what works for me.”
~o0O0o~
“When will we get the gelato in?”
“Not for a while, I’m afraid. You just missed it. We typically stock it from May until September.”
~o0O0o~
"Hey Techno, I was hoping we could talk- oh. Hey Wilbur."
"Hello! So, I was wondering…"
~o0O0o~
“I don’t think Techno likes me very much,” Wilbur announces suddenly one day, about a week and a half after he first started observing around the shop. He'd spent most of that time trailing around after you like a little duckling, keeping up an almost ceaseless stream of questions, and other idle chatter while you worked.
You had taught him how to use the till and package pastries, and he had taken to interacting with customers with an easy charm, bantering with you or Tommy during lulls, much to the amusement of many of your regulars.
The two of you were currently sitting at one of the tables, waiting to open up the shop to the public. You had made drinks for yourself and Wilbur, Techno making himself scarce as soon as his tasks were done. He'd been doing that a lot recently, you'd noticed. You were trying not to overthink things, he was probably just busy doing stuff for Phil, but you couldn't help but get the feeling that he was avoiding you for some reason.
"What makes you say that?" you asked.
"He's constantly avoiding me, and he's pretty much always glaring at me from the sidelines. It's weird, because when I first met him, he seemed a little awkward and closed off, but like he was genuinely trying to get to know me," Wilbur sighed, "I dunno if I did something to piss him off or what, but I'm really not sure this is going to work out if we can't even communicate with each other."
You frown and take a sip of your drink, lost in thought. "I wouldn't worry too much about it yet. Techno's not a particularly social guy– it took him six months of working together regularly for him to warm up to me! Just keep at it, he'll come around."
Wilbur looks uncertain still. "If you say so."
"Do you want me to try and talk with him?" you offer.
Wilbur shrugs noncommittally, and the topic is dropped. But the interaction stays in the back of your mind for the rest of your shift.
~o0O0o~
You wave good-bye to Wilbur with a tired smile at the end of your shift. It had been a busy one, that was for sure. He waves back and blows you an exaggerated kiss, a new little habit of his from the past couple days, before letting himself out the emergency door into the fading light of the evening. You continue down to the staff room.
Head in the clouds, lost deep in thought, you begin going through the motions of getting ready to head home slowly, as your mind continues to race.
You look up from your thoughts as the door to the office opens. There stands Techno, in all his slightly dishevelled glory, looking a bit like a deer in headlights at the sight of you.
"Techno," you say, a little dumbly. He nods stiffly in return. An awkward silence falls over the two of you. You pick at your boot laces, gathering courage to speak.
"You've been avoiding me." You say, cutting straight to the point. Techno avoids your eyes, moving over to one of the filing cabinets and starting to rummage about. He intends to continue ignoring you, you realize. Something ugly rears up in your chest.
"Okay, no," you say, standing up and crossing your arms, "we aren't doing this. You promised me we'd talk, but I've barely seen you all week! What's going on?"
Techno mumbles something you couldn't hear, eyes still downcast.
"I'm gonna need you to speak up and look at me."
He groans in frustration, throwing his head back. "I said that maybe if you hadn't been so busy flirting with the new guy, you might have seen a little more of me." He, in turn, crosses his arms over his chest, chin raised defiantly in your direction.
That response catches you off guard. "I-what?"
Techno levels you with a glare that screams 'are you stupid'. "Oh come on now. The two of you have been attached at the hip all week! You seriously can't be that oblivious– even I noticed something going on there!"
"Techno…" you say slowly, "I'm not interested in Wilbur."
Any fight that may have been in Techno's posture abruptly drains out of him. "You don't have to lie to spare my feelings. I've seen the two of you together all week; you complement each other well. He's handsome, smart, witty, charismatic. The two of you are well matched. Why wouldn't you be interested in him?"
"Because I'm in love with you!!!"
Both you and Techno freeze at your exclamation, but for different reasons. He appears to be processing what you had just blurted out, while you were just in shock that you'd said it at all.
"Hold on, what?" he says.
"You heard me the first time," you mumble. Now it was your turn to turn your gaze to the floor, refusing to look at him. You wrap your arms more securely around yourself, now more of a comforting self-hug than the defensive crossing of your arms from earlier. Because of this, you don't notice him approach you until you feel his hand on your chin, raising up your head to face him.
"I think there's been a bit of a missed connection here someplace," he says, looking you dead in the eyes, "So, you're not interested in Wilbur at all?"
You shake your head as best you can in his hold, your throat too dry to speak.
"And," he pauses for a moment, before continuing, almost hesitantly, "you… love me?"
You nod your head, still unable to speak. Your heart was racing inside your chest. Was this finally it?
Techno continued on, still hesitant and a little unsure. "And. What would you say if," he pauses and takes a deep breath, as though gathering his courage before continuing, "I asked if I could kiss you?"
Swallowing thickly, trying to find your voice, you manage to get out in almost a whisper, "I would say yes."
You close your eyes in anticipation, which means that you felt more so than heard Techno's gentle exhale of a laugh before his lips covered yours.
It was a very soft kiss. His lips were slightly chapped against yours, and you sound your arms around his neck to press closer. His hands, in turn, fell to your waist in a gentle hold.
You're uncertain how long the two of you stand there, trading gentle kisses, but when you finally pull away, your lips are tingling slightly, and they feel like they might be swollen.
"So," Techno begins, "that happened." You can't help but giggle. Even after everything, he's still the same old Techno.
"At least we didn't get interrupted this time," you joke. He smiles, just the slightest ghost of a thing, and brings a hand up to cup your cheek.
Techno licks his lips, as though nervous. "So. Would you like to get dinner sometime? With me?"
You lean your cheek further into his hand. "Yeah, I'd really like that," you smile up at him. You feel his body relax instantly at your words, which makes you giggle again. His grin widens into a proper, rare smile, and it takes your breath away, just a little bit.
"Did you really think I was going to say no?" you ask him through breathless little giggles, and he blushes lightly and looks away. "Techno! I just spent God knows how long kissing you! I literally confessed my love for you! And you still thought I'd turn you down?"
"I mean, when you put it that way, it does sound a little silly…"
You laugh again, and move to lean your forehead against his shoulder, arms locking around his waist in an embrace. He, in turn, rests his cheek on top of your head, squeezing you a little tighter.
You lose a little bit more time, standing with him like that, before you remember where exactly you are, and how easy it would be for this moment to turn awkward if your boss were to come in. Reluctantly, you begin to pull away.
"I should be getting home," you say to Techno, "but when would you like to do dinner?" Swallowing your pride and ignoring the insecure part of your brain that's screaming at you not to seem desperate, you hopefully add "I'm free tonight?"
Techno blesses you with another of his smiles. "Yeah, that works for me. I've got some stuff to finish up here, but I can meet you around six?"
The two of you iron out a few more details as you finish getting your things together to head for home. Techno assures you that the restaurant he's planning on is fantastic, and that you're going to love it. You decide that he'll pick you up from your house and drive the two of you there.
"Awesome, I'll text you my address!" You lean up on your tiptoes to kiss him one last time. This quickly turns into two, then three, more kisses, each one deeper than the last, until you're slightly breathless, leaning up against Techno's chest.
"I should get going," you say, making absolutely no move to seperate yourself from him.
"That would require you letting me go," he says, amused, raising an eyebrow when you put up at him. Though, he rewards you with one last peck, and you finally began to untangle yourself from him, satisfied.
"I'll see you tonight? you confirm one final time.
"Yeah, see you then darlin'."
You begin to grin uncontrollably as the per name leaves his mouth, happiness welling up inside you. It feels as though you're walking on air as you head out of the building with a smile still permanently affixed to your face and a bounce to your step.
You had a date to get ready for.
Fun fact! I spent a little over three years working in the coffee industry, and it shows!!
Another fun fact! Nobody drinks iced coffee in this fic. I just liked the alliteration...
If you saw verb tense mistakes, no you didn't ♥️
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isadora-larkspur · 2 years
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Hello! congrats on 1k! could you do O with technoblade? Thank you <3
hello anon! sorry all these requests are taking me forever to get to <3
o ~ sneaking a kiss when they pass by.
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you searched through the cabinets, furrowing your eyebrows in disappointment at the sight of yet another cabinet filled with beetroot and carrots. you sighed, crossing your arms in front of your chest as your eyes scanned your cabin.
"technoo?" you called out. your feet took you towards techno's armory, where you were met with techno sharpening his axe. he turned around and felt his heart slightly melt at the sight of you wearing his white puffy shirt, the length falling down to your thighs as you had a few flowers in your hair.
"yes, my love?" he asked, heart fluttering when he saw you blush at the pet name. 
“do you know where i put the spider eyes?” you asked. techno knew you had a habit of misplacing things, your mind always running with wondrous thoughts and curiosities that he fell in love with. he thought for a moment to where you put your spider eyes as he watched you roam around the cabin again, searching every nook and cranny for the things. 
“maybe you put them in the cabinet where steve’s food is?” he suggested, chuckling when your eyes lit up and rushed towards the cabinet. you made your way past him and opened the cabinet, exclaiming a victorious, “aha!”. 
“thank you so much!” you said, eyes fixated in the spider eyes in your hand as you made your way past your boyfriend the second time. this time though, you felt a gentle kiss placed on your forehead as you stopped in your tracks, looking up to see techno with a knowing smirk on his face. you felt your face flush.
“you’re welcome,” he said. 
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squishycheekanon · 1 year
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Hear me out: Prince! Techno with a Beauty and the Beast vibe 👀👀
Prince!Techno x reader
Fantasy reality
Okay it’s done, finally. I have proof read this like ten times so I’m an idiot if there’s any mistakes😂
Warnings: 18+, we are a cold bitch to begin with, slow burn, smut, NSFW, murder, blood, there will be character descriptions in here that match the time it’s set so if you don’t have long hair just imagine ;), fantasy cultural differences, plus GOT references, this shit it long, this is probably not what you asked for but it’s what my mind came up with.
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Winter is coming, that you were sure of. Too many people shivered in the streets, too much coal and wood was being burnt to save from the nasty chill of winter. Although you didn’t mind it. Taking a stroll through your now frozen gardens had given you the most pleasure you’d felt in months. Ever since your father promised you to the Prince of Rinesdale.
Your guards heavy footsteps thumbed behind you as you walked, their metal armour creaking when they moved. The sound made you sigh as your leather gloved hand plucked a black rose from one of your many rose bushes. Your long wavy yet partly braided hair blew in the cold wind leading one of your guards to speak up, “My lady it is far to cold to be out here, your father wouldn’t like it.”
“Then it’s a good think he isn’t here, Ser Ren.” Your sharply formed words make the guard step back into line with the other three, his eyes however stay on your figure examining the dark black cloak you wore over your dark black dress, your hair falling down your back. They linger for a moment before they’re torn away by your brothers new bride.
“Sister!” You internally groan at the sound of your new sister in law, her happy and giddy energy making your stomach churn as she links her arm with yours making you drop your rose.
“I heard about your marriage to the Prince! How amazing!” She squealed like a little girl coming to stand in front of you stomping your black petals into the ground.
“Amazing? How so?” Your tone is harsh and maybe you should have tried to soften it for the halfwit but you can’t find it in yourself to do so.
“Well it’s the Prince which means you’ll get to be Queen one day.” She giggled smiling a little too much, “and that would be very exciting for you.” her hand reaches up to push a piece of hair behind your ear but you catch her wrist in a tight grip before she can.
“If you ever call me sister again, I’ll have you drawn and quartered.” The words scare her but your cold eyes are what’s making the girl shake in your hold, she whimpers and soon she’s gone.
“My lady I don’t think that was wise.” Ser Ren mumbles once again a little closer to you than you both know he should be. You whip around your eyes blazing with wildfire, the ruthless dangerous guard steps back as if burned.
“You are not here to tell me what you think, you are here to guard me.” You spit through gritted teeth trying to control your anger, the same anger that’s been bubbling since summer last, since the announcement. Any little thing threatening it to bubble over and you’re not the only one who notices.
“You’ve not been the same since the announcement of your betrothal My lady.” The bald and rather plump priest speaks walking slowly beside you, his devotion to your father clear in his voice. The only reason he’s here is because your father ordered it.
“No? Gosh how strange that I’m not happy about being sold like a piece of meat by the man who’s supposed to love me.” You scoff looking around the cold gardens.
“You know your father loves you very much, he’s only doing what he thinks is best.” The priest speaks but all you hear is your father’s voice ringing in your ears.
“Oh yes? Then where is he? Why isn’t he here? Oh that’s right, he’s forging the alliance with the Blades and I’m to be the prize of it all, like a succulent pig at a feast. May as well stick the apple in my mouth now.” You rant watching the older man smile slightly.
“There’s so much of your mother in you.” He smiled softly, fondness in his eyes.
“I asked you never to speak about her with me.” Your voice is suddenly small and you feel it too. Small and weak when your weakness is suddenly brought to light once more.
Your mother The first lady Draygon. Stark black hair, wonderful figure, beauty screamed from her. It was a tragedy when she was murdered, your father destroyed the men who did it. Her statue resides in the crypt that runs below your cold home and you visit it every chance you get.
“I apologise Lady Draygon, you won’t hear me speak of it again. I must get back to the temple soon, I have only come to inform you that your departure will be tomorrow at dawn. Good day my lady and safe travels.” The priest leaves before you can argue knowing that was what was coming.
“Fuck.”
“My lady-“
“Oh stick a sock in it Ren.” You grunt marching off trying to ignore the quickened sound of those footsteps until your wooden door is slammed right in their faces. A place they can’t enter. A place that is entirely your own, you revel in it for tomorrow you’re certain you’ll never have anything like it again.
Your goodbye from your brother wasn’t much, though you suppose after threatening his wife it was what it ought to have been. The carriage ride then the boat ride then the other carriage ride was tedious and far too long in your opinion. You were bored and a bored Lady Draygon was never a good thing.
You heard the rustle and bustle of life, people making a fuss as your carriage came to a stop outside the Gold Keep, your guard helping you step out. The city of Rinesdale was very large, built with sturdy stone and brick. The castle was the biggest building here you’d noticed, your cold eyes purposely ignoring the group of people that stood in front of it. Royals.
Your midnight coloured dress stood out amongst the bright reds and yellows and oranges that plagued the city. It was a statement along with how you wore your hair regardless if your handmaiden had advised you otherwise. You wore it in the Northern way, where you were from, where you were now was the South and you would not conform to their ways despite being betrothed to a southerner.
“Lady Draygon what an honour it is to have you with us.” The Queen was the first to speak after you climbed the steps and curtsied to the southern royals.
“The honour is mine, Your Grace.” You smile but you’re one hundred percent sure she can tell it’s fake.
“You were only a babe the last time I saw you.” The kings accent is strong and it makes a real smile pull at your lips, the same accent as your mother had.
“I’ve grown since then your majesty.” I joke and he lets out a hearty chuckle, it’s deep and comes from his chest making his round belly shake.
“Indeed you have my dear, come and meet your betrothed.” He smiles his voice turning slightly serious as he eyes my four guards behind me, respecting them with a nod.
“Lady Draygon, this is Prince Techno, the fourth Blade to sit on the Silver throne, a knight of the white realm and my son.” The king’s chest swells with pride when Techno steps forward grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. The feel of his lips against your skin has shivers running down your spine.
Only when he stands do you manage to get a real good look at him and by the gods he was gorgeous. A true Prince if you ever saw one, his long wavy pink hair with braids in it was a little like yours but styled the southern way. His ruby eyes, his sharp face, pale skin. He was big too, he almost looked a little too big to be a royal, more like a kings guard or knight, someone who’s sees regular action. Even through his belted tunic, breeches and royal coat you could tell he was all muscle. You were just hoping that he was brains too.
“My lady, may I say you are beautiful.” The prince’s monotone voice has a need beginning to grind inside you that you’ve never felt before.
“I think you just did.” You quip pulling your hand away from his touch and turning to the king. “If you please your Majesty, might I see my father?” You try to be as polite as you can speaking over the crowd that cheering in the background.
“He did not tell you child? He left for Fell yesterday.” The king said with a small frown that seemed to be contagious for all the Blades now wore it even the two little princesses that stood next to Techno, his sisters.
“No, he didn’t tell me a thing.” You push a tight smile onto your face, it didn’t stay there for long at all. You know why your father didn’t tell you he was returning from where you’d just come from, he didn’t want to deal with your wrath. It said so in the letter that was left in your new quarters.
“Well fuck.” You grunt sitting down on your bed and scrunching up the letter in your hand, the chambers were nice enough but you didn’t take much time to examine them. You knew you’d be moving rooms once you’re married anyway so it hardly mattered what it looked like.
The sound of a knock at your door had you standing to attention, “yes?”
“It’s Prince Techno my lady.” The deep voice echoed in the hallway.
“Come in.” You sigh trying to force yourself to sound even remotely happy. The door opens and Ser Ren gives you a look but you give a subtle shake of your head, you knew how to protect yourself if anything happened and with that the door shut.
Techno looked almost like he didn’t know what to do with himself, the awkwardness in the air was pungent. “I apologise if I interrupted anything.” He said gesturing to the scrunched up parchment in your hand.
“It’s quite alright my Lord, I had already finished reading it when you knocked.” You cleared your throat placing the paper on your bed.
“It must be odd coming here.” He smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Yes, it’s um rather warm compared to what im used to.” You reply.
“Do you miss it?” He asked an underlining hopefulness in his voice, hoping for you to say no but he knows you won’t.
“Yes. I do, very much. Why are you here may I ask?” You snap and although it’s a little too subtle for others to pick up on, he does.
“You are to be my wife soon, I suppose I wanted to get to know the woman who I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.” He answered searching your face for any feeling and coming up empty.
“I’m sure there’s plenty of time for that.” You don’t smile this time having had enough of those pleasantries. “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get ready for dinner.” He looks a little shocked at your answer but nods and leaves you.
You were cold he had assessed, certainly suited Fell but now you were here in Rinesdale and you were to be his Queen one day. How was he to break through your tough exterior? How was he to tame the beast inside you? Only time would tell but he hoped he could do it.
Seeing how his mother was walked all over by his father while said father got drunk, ate too much and fucked too many whores. He didn’t want to be like that, he didn’t want his marriage to be like that. He was determined it wouldn’t be, but by the gods how was he supposed to tell you of his own beast? He was sure that your father had not told you of what he became once a month on the nights of the red moon.
No, right now getting to know you and wooing you were far more important than anything else. He would deal with his family line’s secret after you’d fallen in love with him. It was the safest option.
The feast they called dinner went by deathly slow, dancing, drinking and eating was enjoyed by everyone. Everyone in the castle showing signs of merriment, the king a little too much in your opinion.
You were all too happy to leave. You excused yourself to the bathroom and soon after found yourself in the gardens. They weren’t frozen nor did they sprout your beautiful black roses but they seemed nice enough under the stars.
Your stroll was soon interrupted by none other than the man you had been promised to. “I saw you slip out and wondered where you had gone.” He explained when you asked him why he wasn’t at the feast.
You nodded taking his arm when he offered it to once more walk. You noticed he seemed on edge and truth be told he was. He was getting agitated for the blood moon would soon be upon him. His father told him a few years ago that there were several things he could do leading up to the time but they were all vulgar and he refused them. He didn’t want to get drunk or fuck or kill. So he didn’t.
“Are you alright My Lord?” You asked blinking up at him, your cautious eyes watching him carefully. The creaking of heavy metal behind you gave you a reassurance that you were safe calming your beating heart.
“Yes I’m quite alright just a bit too much to drink I think, and please call me Techno.” He confessed with a guilty smile that made you giggle.
“Most men feel guilty for more than having too much to drink.” You smile, maybe you had had too much to drink too?
“I’m glad to be one of the few that feel guilty for less.” He smirks giving your hand a gently squeeze. You both continued to walk around the gardens until you became tired, Techno escorted you to your chambers and bid you goodnight.
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“My Lord? Where are you going?” You asked seeing the king and the kings guard all on horses outside the Gold Keep. You had become more familiar with the castle in the past two months you’d been there.
“Ah my lady, a hunting trip. We shall be back tomorrow. I’ll bring you back a present.” Techno winked, his masculine spiced scent making you light headed yet you managed a goodbye.
“Until tomorrow then my Lord.” You smiled softly, watching his face soften significantly.
“Until tomorrow my lady.” He kissed your knuckles before jumping on his horse and galloping away.
Tomorrow was such a long time you had concluded as you tossed and turned the night away under the red moonlight but when it came Techno was true to his word. His clothes were a little torn and bloodied but he brought you back some soft pelts of whatever animal he had clearly hunted.
The same pelts that now graced your bed and kept you warm now that the temperature had dropped a little signalling that Winter had arrived in Rinesdale. There was no snow but it was colder for certain, making all the women wear long sleeved dresses and the men adorning their cloaks a little longer.
You had remained wearing dark colours the entire time you were in Rinesdale, a detail the Queen certainly hadn’t missed. “Do you intend on wearing those darknesses forever?” She asked, her tone a little too harsh and her words a little too slurred to assume she was sober. A golden goblet in her hand as she stared at you from across the dinner table where you and Techno and all his family sat eating.
“They are colours that remind me of home.” You replied with a smile trying to make her see you came in peace. The past month her kindness to you had dulled.
“This is your home now. You should-“
“She can wear whatever she’d like mother, leave it alone.” Techno grunted shutting the Queen down.
“I meant no offence-“
“No harm done my lady.” Techno looked at you with all seriousness his hand gripping yours to stroke his thumb over your skin. The rest of the dinner was tense, you received hateful glances from the Queen while the king got drunk and started to flirt with one of the maids at that point Techno gripped your hand once more and dragged you away.
You walked arm in arm around the large castle sometimes talking, sometimes not but either way you felt soothed and peaceful. You both stopped at a small balcony sitting down on a bench so you could overlook the city.
“Your guard follows you everywhere.” Techno chuckles glancing at Ser Ren, “most ladies have handmaidens instead.” He jokes his large fingers entwining with yours.
“What good is a handmaiden if my life is in danger?” You replied with a little laugh, “I’ve know Ser Ren since I was a child, he protected my older brother and when I was born he swore to protect me.”
“Well I’m glad you’ll have someone to protect you when I’m not around.” He said pushing some hair behind your ear making you turn to face him, your eyes meet and your entranced just as much as he is.
“My Lord.” You sigh not being able to look away as he leans in closer and closer until your lips are barely touching.
“How many times must I ask you to call me Techno?” He breathes smashing his lips on yours stealing a moan from your throat and swallowing it hoping to treasure it forever. It’s intoxicating and perfect all at once. To feel so satisfied and unsatisfied at the same time, both of your hands scramble for purchase on each other’s bodies.
His arm hooks around your waist pulling you carelessly close, his other hand tangling in your hair while yours grip at his royal coat, clawing at the material. You feel it as he deepens the kiss, feel the ice around your heart melting and seven hells it feels so good. Feels good to be held and kissed and caressed by a man.
His lips suck on your own, his mouth hot and unforgiving as he continues to kiss you until your head is swirling and you know your cunt is soaked. If this is what just a kiss can do you’d love to see what else he can achieve.
“My Prince, my lady. A Lord Grytion to see you.” The words from Ser Ren have you pulling apart panting, breathing each other’s air. Even when the Lord comes onto the balcony with you Techno doesn’t let you go, doesn’t tear his eyes away from your face even when you blink up at the man you think you recognise.
He bows before he begins to speak, “My Prince, Lady Draygon, I’ve simply come to give you my best wishes on your marriage. I hope you two are very happy together.”
Even as the man speaks Techno doesn’t look away, his large hand coming up to stroke his thumb against your cheek, “You can tell my mother that if she wishes to spy on me and my betrothed then she should send someone I don’t know is her spy.” Techno grunts red eyes darting all around your face even though you’re looking at the man who clears his throat bows and leave without another word.
“Where were we?” He grins, it’s cheeky and cocky but it makes you giggle and lean back into his eyes warm embrace, lips slotting against his once more. He can’t stop the groan that escapes him at finally feeling you against him, so pretty and all for him.
-
Another week passed by and you find yourself in the gardens once more, Techno being the one who led you here this time. You are pleasantly surprised by what the Prince is wearing today, his toned and large body graced with black. Your colours, Fell colours. If you didn’t know any better you would call him Lord Draygon.
“What is that?” You ask gesturing to whatever he was holding on a red velvet pillow, it was an odd shape and covered with a yellow cloth.
“It’s a gift.” He smiled sitting beside you under the gazebo, wood being entwined and tangled with vines and flowers. You frown your gaze flickering to his face then back to the object, he chuckles pulling the yellow sheet away. What’s underneath makes your mouth open, breath picking up at the pure beauty.
A rose standing on it’s own underneath a glass dome.
“It’s gorgeous.” You smile, fingers itching to touch it.
“It’s yours my lady.” He hands the pillow to you letting you take it from him, but it’s so fragile you feel scared to hold it making you place it on the table in front of you.
“I also have some news.” He grimaces when your happy eyes turn cold and stick to him like glue.
“What news?” You ask, an eyebrow raising when he stands walking towards the stone balcony, one that overlooks the large ocean surrounding Rinesdale.
“We will be wed next week, my father just informed me.” He speaks so softly watching your reaction cautiously. Honestly your feelings are conflicted, you are really starting to feel something for Techno but you’re not sure that you want to be married. Not like you have a say in the matter however.
“Alright.” You smile but it’s a little forced as you push yourself from your chair and move next to him. Techno picks up on it instantly, his fingers coming up to push hair behind your ear and cup your cheek. Your eyes meeting his rubies.
“I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make you feel loved, cherished and wanted. I will protect you and put you and any children we may have first in every decision I make. I will be yours just as you will be mine. No other woman will ever so much as kiss me. No one but you my lady, my love, my future Queen.” His sincerity shone in his eyes, it made the last little bit of ice melt away but you tried to grip onto it as hard as you could for the continued feeling of safety.
“I Thankyou for the promises you are making to me my lor- Techno. And I in no way want to seem rude or harsh to you but I can only believe your promises when I see that they are upheld.” You speak slowly and carefully as not to upset him.
“I understand, you don’t have to believe me now. I will spend the rest of our days proving it to you my sweet sweet girl.” His last words are whispered against the skin of your cheek before he pressed his lips to yours. They capture all of your happy sighs and moans before moving down to caress your neck.
“Techno.” You gasp so softly and he swears it’s the most precious thing he’s ever heard. He wants to devote all his time to making you gasp his name again just like that. His teeth rake over the tender spot where your neck and shoulders meet and you can’t stop your knees from buckling thank the gods for Techno holding you up.
It’s at that moment when he feels your body give in so he’s the only thing supporting you, when he hears you moan so fucking sexily, that’s when he knows he’s going to ruin you for any other man. He wants to be the only man in the entire world who can satisfy your needs. You will never even be able to think about going to anyone else, because of him.
But all good things and thoughts must come to an end, “My lady, your Father has just arrived.” Ser Ren calls to you and Techno feels your body become tense. He pulls back from your neck to stare into your eyes.
“Everything alright my lady?” He asks frowning a little.
“Yes, I just haven’t seen my father in a while and as much as I can handle him, I never know what mood he’s going to be in.” You laughed making him laugh too.
Techno escorts you to the front of the Gold Keep where your Father greets you with a smile after greeting the royal family. “I’ll catch up with you later my darling daughter.” He says before he and the king walk away together. They’d been friends for many years.
The Queen leaves the front with her daughters not looking best pleased, this was going to be an entertaining week that was for sure.
The feast that was held that night was glorious but once again it was too many people, too much wine and food and noise and the king flirting. “Want to leave?” Techno grumbles in your ear his golden cloak making him look so handsome.
“Gods yes please.” You groan missing the way his eyes light up when he takes your hand and leads you away from all the noise. The lanterns are lit creating the perfect ambiance for another leisurely stroll arm in arm except this one you’re a little buzzed from the tonight’s fruity wine.
“Techno.” Your voice is a little lighter but you’re fully aware of everything going on around you especially when he turns to you.
“Yes my love?” The new term of endearment has your cheeks heating up and your thighs quivering.
“Will you do something for me?” You ask just as you turn round a corner that’s a little darker than all the rest.
“Anything.” He replies not expecting you to grip onto his gold and red patterned cloak and pull him against you, your back pressed against the cold stone castle wall. Out of the corner of your eye you see Ser Ren with his back to you both on the look out for if someone comes by.
“Kiss me.” It’s not a request anymore, it’s a demand from lover to lover, from wife to husband, from Queen to King.
It brings a grin to his face, the Prince flashing his pearly whites before he brings your body against his kissing you passionately. Your thoughts were a mess as both of his hands grip onto your hips making sure they’re flush against his, he wants you to feel how much he wants you not that you can through your dress.
“Touch me.” You surprise yourself as well as Techno when you say those words, you conclude that you maybe have said them a little too loud due to the quick creak of metal armour.
“My lady I don’t think, we shouldn’t until we’re married.” Techno tries his hardest to grasp onto what’s left of his self control but one look in your needy eyes and he’s done.
Techno leans in leaving open mouthed kisses down your neck and your breathing starts to pick up, your hands gripping his cloak for an anchor while you moan. A hand that’s slow and hesitant hikes up the skirt of your dress gently and makes its way in between your legs, thick knuckles glide through your wet folds rubbing over the small nub.
The ambience and desire making everything heightened. His touch felt hotter. His kisses softer. His hold tighter. You felt as though you were going to burst from the passion. Basic primal instinct taking over, causing you to ignore the fact you were in a dark corner of the Gold Keep with your guard just meters away from you. You wanted him.
And that’s all that mattered. Moans slipped from your mouth, to which he covered it with his free hand. You pressed your head back against the wall as he slipped his fingers inside you, pumping slow and careful his rubies staring down at you with nothing but pure hunger.
“That’s it, just take it my Queen.” He groans, only loud enough for you to hear with his lips pressed against the shell of your ear while he continues to ruin you with his fingers. It’s the first time a man has ever touched you like this and fuck it feels so good. So good you sob against his hand hips bucking for him to faster and he does.
His fingers move quicker and skilfully, a question tugging in the back of your mind that you push away for now. Right now you’re feeling too much to think, your body burning with need for the orgasm to wash over you.
“Your Grace there are people coming this way, I suggest you hurry up or stop your little transgression.” Ser Ren says making your eyes fling open, you’d forgotten he was there. And for some reason his words make you clench around Techno’s fingers that curl in a come here motion until your eyes roll back and your cumming all over them.
“Come back to me sweet thing, there you go.” Techno coos softly until your eyes flutter open, blinking up at him, watching him remove his fingers from you only to put them against his lips, sinfully licking them clean with a groan at how you tasted. “Our wedding night will certainly be a night to remember my beautiful woman.”
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And as if you and time couldn’t wait any longer your wedding day was here, the bells ringing signally to all those in Rinesdale that today would be the day the Prince gets married.
“Don’t be nervous my lady, the Prince is half in love with you already.” Your handmaiden comments receiving a frown from you from where you stood on a little podium. She being knelt by your feet straightening your hem.
“I’m not nervous. A Lady of Draygon doesn’t get nervous.” You snap making her nod quickly as she got up to tighten your corset. It was probably the tightest it has ever been in your entire life, making your waist singe and your hips puff out. She brought the last layer of the dress, helping you slip it on over your under dress. It was a gorgeous dark white, you could even compare it to a light grey or silver.
She helped you clip your long veil into your half braided hair, the other parts of it falling down your body in curls. Your gaze never left the mirror you stood in front of, you felt truly like a royal, truly like the princess you’ll become.
-
“Your mother would have loved to be here.” Your father says with a sad smile his hands cupping your cheeks as you wait outside the large doors that lead inside the Gold Keep.
“I miss her.” You blink away the tears that threaten to ruin your happiness.
“I do too.” He mutters kissing your cheek, it’s then that the big doors open and the music begins to play. Your father links your arm with his and soon you’re walking your way down the steps and down the isle.
You notice your brother and his wife who looks swollen with his child and give them a nod. The Queen is glaring at you, but you suppose that it’s understandable, next week Techno and you are supposed to be pronounced King and Queen. The idea makes you nervous but not as nervous as you feel when you finally look up at your husband to be.
His beautiful long hair braided all southern like, his brown breeches, a beautiful gold and black over coat that was graced with a cloak. His red eyes were sparkling with want as they gazed over you, a smile pulling at his lips.
“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.” The priest says making Techno un attach his cloak and cover your shoulders with it before taking your hand in his.
“Your Grace, Your Grace, my lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife.” The priest speaks loud and his voice booms while he ties the ribbon of one around your hands that are holding one another.
“Let it be known that The Lady of the house Draygon and The Lord of the house Blade are one heart, one flesh, one soul, cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.”
“With this kiss, I pledge my love.” Techno announces letting all in the crowd know before his lips land on yours, taking them for himself. It’s quick and chaste especially compared to the other night but enough to stir up the gentle claps of congratulations.
It was truly a grand celebration, nobles and royals from all over came to celebrate and feast. The Gold Keep was loud with happiness coursing through it, nothing compared to what you were feeling.
“Are you happy my love?” Techno asks the back of his knuckles caressing your heated cheeks.
“Yes, I actually am.” You smile brightly at him and in turn he smiles back just as happy.
“Time for the bedding ceremony!” The drunk king shouted a whore on his arm as he did so, “men help the new princess remove-“
“Enough!” Techno’s deep voice is the loudest you’ve ever heard it, his knuckles turning white while he glared at his father, from where he’s stood up next to you. “There will be no bedding ceremony.” Techno grunts into the silence not even looking around to see all the shocked people at his outburst.
No, instead his eyes land on you sitting in your chair next to him. He extends his hand for you and immediately you take it letting him guide you out of your chair. What he does next is definitely the surprise, Techno takes you in his arms holding you bridal style as he carries you out of the throne room.
You glance over his shoulder your eyes temporarily taking in Ser Ren in all his black metallic glory before they look ahead seeing your destination. Techno’s room. Now your room.
He kicks open the door and carries you across the threshold dropping you onto the bed making you giggle. “Keep the halls clear my good ser.” Techno says to Ser Ren with a smirk before closing the door and latching it to lock it.
It’s quick and hurried but your husband helps you with your dress, pulling at the strings of the corset and pushing at the layers until there’s nothing left. Not a single stitch on you.
Techno’s hands slide up your body cupping your breasts, his thumbs tweaking and rubbing your nipples. You whimper loving the feeling of his hands on you, it’s new and it’s euphoric. Just to be touched, showered with pure want and love. You only have to blink before you’re on your four poster bed splayed out for the hungry prince in front of you.
Soon enough he’s ridding himself of his clothes, letting you admire his striking body. His arm muscles rippling as he grips the top of the bed frame leaning forward towering over you. Your new husband sliding down to his knees before he pulls you to the end of the bed.
He grunts his thick long index finger taps on your clit, your hips jerking when he does, sensitive with need.
His head lulls to the side, his cheek smushing against the inside of your thigh “You’re absolutely gorgeous wife.” He sighs, the tip of his finger spelling out his name on your bundle of nerves. His piercing eyes meet yours and your breath gets caught in your throat, the lust swirling in his dark eyes is so enticing.
A silent ‘fuck yes’ paints itself on his face, his brow furrowed in pure amazement at the sight of your glistening pussy.
Your clit pulses erratically anticipating his next move. It’s quick and it makes you jump but then you’re whining into the air, because how can you not when he’s sucking you into his mouth like a starved man. Your body burns with pleasure but it’s oh so delicious his tongue working wonders on your cunt.
“Please Tec-“ he pulls off you with a soft pop stopping your begging. His lips smack together as his eyes leave yours once more, the pad of his thumb sliding through your folds. He grunts leaning forward pressing his nose against you with a sharp inhale.
Techno looks up his crimson eyes finding yours at the exact moment his mouth latches onto you once more. It feels so good it hurts, the heat from his mouth has you twisting and squirming.
You sob, your body starting to shake when he pushes two ring adorned fingers inside you, the cold metal making you gasp. They rub along your velvety walls bringing a new wave of pleasure, the feeling builds becoming more intense with every thrust.
His tongue laps at your clit while he searches and searches until you squeal “There it is”, he finds exactly what he was looking for striking the spot over and over again watching your back arch off the bed. Curses slipping out when you gush all over his hand just like he knew you would.
You excepted him to move away, to release you from his torturous mouth but he doesn’t. The Prince stays, the tip of his tongue flicking against you, the sensitivity pulling whines and whimpers from you.
You think it was three, no four definitely four orgasms heck you lost count after the first. Your body tired but fuck do you need his cock more then anything. You lay on your side gripping the sheets so tightly as Techno slides in behind you, his arms pulling you taut against him and you mewl.
“I know sweet girl I know you just have to let me in is all, nothing more.” He strokes your hair moving it out the way so he can press his cheek to yours, it’s so intimate and sweet. And yet when he lifts up your left leg, bending it at the knee so he can slip his ridged veiny shaft inside your tight cunt. You feel the sweet sweet burn of the orgasmic stretch that is so new but so good.
You just about manage to make out your wedding gown discarded on the floor before your vision blurs and tears streak down your cheeks meeting the dried ones that had already fallen earlier with your over sensitivity. He feels so fucking good, with each thrust you’re pushed closer to the edge.
Your moans and his mixing together in the late evening air, his pace building dramatically, becoming more and more intense the longer he fucks you. It’s brutish, rough and bare. Yet loving and gentle at the same time. “I will love you til the last petal falls, sweet girl.” He groans thrusting in and out of you so fucking delicately it has you crying. “And that rose will never wilt.” He hums in your ear kissing your cheek.
“Yes right there don’t stop!” You don’t care how loud you’re being, you don’t care who hears you, especially not when his swollen tip glides over the spot inside you, your body goes still and you can’t do anything except let it happen.
And you do, you let the tsunami of pleasure crash into you almost painfully, it pumps through your viens absolutely demolishing what’s left of your energy. You’re barely awake when warmth blooms inside you a deep groan rumbling against your cheek, the rose beside your bed in the glass dome long forgotten.
A kiss to the top of your head and you’re out like a light unaware of the large hand rubbing at your tummy, the sky completely dark now, unaware of the thoughts bubbling in Techno’s head as he watches your chest slowly rise and fall. It lulls him to sleep, pulls him into a world that is entirely his own.
Neither of you aware of the red tint the moon was starting to have.
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Philza : “Techno, for research purposes, are you the big spoon or the little spoon?”
Techno: “i'm a knife.”
Y/n, from across the room: “he’s the little spoon”
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[the fall] - a tale of two blood gods (ep.3)
following the butcher incident, you try to go about your day as per usual. but when dream - accompanied by an entourage of vigilantes you've up until recently known as your enemies - comes knocking at your door, you've got little choice but to follow.
trigger warnings for this chapter: pretty much the same as for last chapter, aka mentions of blood, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, dnf is mentioned heavily, karlnapity is sort of implied, you are a cocky shit, the blood god is a cocky shit, you get to know said blood god better and you bond over being cocky shits, swearing, EXTREME ENEMIES TO FRIENDS moments over here, the slow burn is beginning to simmer i sense, the SBI are cocky shits haha too, everyone's cocky shits, you're suffering because everyone's cocky shits, TECHNOBLADE SAYS DARLIN' I REPEAT TECHNOBLADE SAYS DARLIN', mentions of suicide in a humorous way, checking out people, BUTTERFLIESSSSS, unhinged attitude towards many things, LOTS OF SWEARING, SO MUCH SWEARING, I AM MY FATHER'S CHILD
word count: 3.7k, this is a long one guys, had to split it up lmaoooo
When you wake up that morning, you think that maybe you should have stayed at home. Lying to Techno isn't something that you enjoy doing, not at all, and it's an issue that - in order to keep your identity some resemblance of a secret - what happened is a secret you have to keep.
So you'll have to stick with the narrative of a robbery.
As you rub the sleep from your eyes, clicking the lamp beside you on, you notice that the sun has risen already, and is high into the sky. You check your watch. Thank god it's Saturday. You flop backwards into the bed. Why wake up just yet?
Your attempts to get some more sleep in are rudely interrupted by a raccoon in the form of a child named Tommy barging into you room, kicking the door open with his foot, and yelling - at the top of his lungs, you might add - that "BREAKFAST IS READY" and that you should "GODDAMN WAKE UP!"
You flash him the finger before he leaves, as is fair, of course.
But alas, you are awake, because in his rage, Tommy pulled open the curtains, and sun is spilling into the room, colouring the deep blue sheets a much more vibrant shade. Birds chirp outside. The quiet sounds of a sleepy Saturday morning fill the air, and for a moment, you let yourself sink back into the matress.
Until Tommy screams again.
You swear, you'll throttle that child one day.
Lazily, you tug yourself out of bed, looking down at what pyjamas you pulled yourself into and deeming them acceptable. As you stretch your arms, Tommy lets out yet another bellow, which is followed by an equally loud 'Will you shut up!?' from Wilbur.
You quickly hurry down after that, not wanting the two to end up teaming up on you.
You still remember the bruises from the pillows... what a dark memory that is.
Sitting down at the table is Techno. His long pink hair is mussed up, and the bags under his eyes are large. The cup of coffee sitting in his hand is surely not his first, and he has his feet propped up onto the table, a book in sitting in his lap. He looks like he's been awake not much longer than you, considering he's still in his pyjamas.
You swallow. Goddamnit, you really need to get a handle on your crush.
Tearing your eyes away from the very pretty sight of morning-blade, you grin at Phil, who's already got a bowl of cereal waiting on the table for you. He smiles fondly (Phil's always thought of you like another child - he tends to do that with all of his kids' friends, Tubbo included), but watches you as you sit down.
"Uh... Techno told me something happened yesterday," the man starts, and you wince.
"Nothing bad," you say, "Just got mugged. I was a bit shaken up and didn't feel super safe at home so..."
"What'd the robber take?" Phil asks, and you must be overthinking this because it feels like he knows something. But he can't. Right?
"Just some money, I didn't have much on me," you lie, taking a bite of the cereal to maybe try and seem less suspicious. Phil raises an eyebrow, "Why were you even out that late? I thought work ended at six for you?"
"I had a longer evening than usual; last customer stayed longer and I was alone cleaning up," they still think you work at a cafe out of town, and for all intents and purposes you do, because your employment record says so, and so does Eryn, who runs the place. Eryn who practically worships Dream (Sapnap swears he saw a shrine to him once - no one believes him but still). And Eryn who's not really on the side of good but not really on the side of evil.
So someone you can't one hundred percent trust.
Worry pools in your gut.
But Phil, being Phil, only smiles tiredly and nods. "Oh god, I understand. Well, I'm glad you came to us for help," he ruffles your hair and you smile, tension flooding away, "You know you always can."
You nod, "Thanks Phil."
He smiles again, and then turns to tell Tommy off for trying to reach the very top of the cupboards. You go back to eating your cereal, only to have Techno cough quite loudly to try and get your attention.
"Yeah?" You ask.
"You seemed shaken up last night."
"I'm fine," you say, then add: "Really."
Techno eyes you warily but gives up, saying: "I've done some more work on the project, if you're wonderin'. Just a bit here and there."
"Let me guess, it's ninety percent finished."
He blushes; you know him to well, "Yeah. Sorry."
You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. "No problem. Just don't overwork yourself."
"Me? Never!"
Laughing, you lean back in the chair. You want to ask what book he's reading, but Wilbur ruins the moment by leaning over to Tommy and whispering, audibly enough for you to hear it: "They're flirting again."
Techno throws his book at them. You focus on your cereal.
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Hours later, you're back at home, rifling through your home to see if The Butcher has taken anything or placed any mics. The last thing you need is for your suspicions to be confirmed.
The first thing you need, you realise, staring at your fridge, is a trip to the grocery store.
It's utterly empty, save for the piece of paper sitting on centre-stage. On it is written: Eryn told me where you live, sorry.
And at that moment, a knock sounds at your door, and you freeze.
Glancing at the paper, you realise that this is 100% Dream's doing. Which means you need to find something to cover your face. Another knock sounds, and you frantically yell: "I need a minute!" as you scramble around the room, trying to find your mask. Finally, you find it and tug it over your face.
What faces you when you open the door makes you want to throw something out a window.
Standing on your front porch, decked out fully in gear, are Dream and the Syndicate.
What did you say about throwing something out the window? That something is now yourself.
"What the fuck?" You ask, because that's the only thing you're able to say.
From the side, Apollon pipes up, "Exactly what I was going to say, but big guy over here told me not to." His voice sounds familiar in a weird way, and you frown.
"We're not here to chat," says the Blood God, and Phantom smirks, stepping forward, his voice smooth as silk as he says: "Or, perhaps we are. Depends on whether or not you're going to helpful."
"Okay no, fuck no, Dream, explain please?" You focus on the only person you recognise, and the person whose causing this. He looks kind of guilty, or at least his posture does (as his face is covered by the smiley mask that he's so famous for) and he should fucking look guilty, because he's fucking showed the fucking syndicate where you fucking live!
But instead of allowing Dream to speak, Apollon pipes up again: "We need help with The Butcher."
Oh.
That explains it.
Kind of.
"I... what?" You say, still slightly confused.
"We heard he attacked you yesterday," says Dream, "Or rather I did, and I figured we needed to get a handle on things. So I decided to come here, I stumbled upon our um... friends... and then brought them with me."
You shake your head, "You brought highly dangerous vigilantes, who we have fought on numerous fucking occasions, to my fucking house?!"
"Yeah."
"No, Dream, I'm sorry but what in the world were you goddamn thinking?!"
"He probably wasn't," Phantom says.
You've got to agree with him.
You ball your hands into fists and then look around. "Fine. I don't need you standing on my front porch and I don't need the neighbours to see you, even if they probably already have." You motion for them to follow you. "And I need Eryn to get a fucking grip on his obsession with you. It's dangerous that he's telling someone where I live."
"Look, I'm sorry," Dream says, but you cut him off.
"No. Don't fucking... no," you motion to the vigilantes, "I don't fucking want your excuses, and for god's sake if any of you fuckers come and kill me in my sleep or something because you know where I live, I will personally haunt each and every one of you."
You glare at them, then say you need to change into your hero clothes and leave.
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Techno doesn't know how it's gotten to this point.
You're a hero.
And not only that, you're the hero that popped up during that fight (that hero that he threatened to kill) and you're friends with Dream of all people. He doesn't want to think about the fact that you've been keeping this secret from him but he doesn't want to think about the fact that he's been keeping this secret from you.
Fuck, this is bad.
He's silently decided that he can't have you knowing that he knows that you're... well... you. Because then he'll have to explain that he's the Blood God (that he's a monster) and that basically everything you know about him is a lie. That he's not just some nice, albeit a bit short tempered, (slight) nerd that you met in the library, that he's actually a raging fucking psychopath with goddamn voices unrelentingly telling him to kill.
Phil places a hand on his shoulder, obviously sensing that he's stressed, and Techno wants to tell him to stop, because he's panicking, if ever so slightly, and his head hurts.
"You good mate?" Wil asks. Techno wants to say no, because he isn't.
But it's fineeeeee.
So he doesn't.
"Yep, totally fine," he replies.
He's not exactly subtle as he steps away from Phil.
Dream has meanwhile dedicated himself to putting the food he stole back into your fridge. Techno wonders why he even did it in the first place; half the fruit's probably spoiled (though, knowing Dream, he probably stole a cool box or something).
And Techno doesn't know why he gives a shit.
The man sighs, walks straight into your living room and flops down on the couch. You live here alone, but it's your parents' old house. They live in the country now, apparently. He doesn't know exactly how much of it's a lie.
Because the robbery yesterday was a lie. It was easy enough to figure out who'd actually attacked you yesterday, especially considering that you were oh-so suspicious at breakfast and the sighting of The Butcher had been way to close to your house for it to be a coincidence. Of course, Dream literally crashing into him on the way back home via the rooftops (Techno's recently begun thinking that having superpowers is synonymous with taking the higher route through the city, because the amount of times he's bumped into other vigilantes or heroes up there is insane) only added to his suspicion.
He crosses his legs as he sits on the couch and leans back, making himself comfortable as he prepares to think some more.
But alas, before he can do much of anything at all, you walk in and promptly say: "Get off of my couch."
He jumps up and steps back very, very quickly. "Sorry."
You just glare at him, now fully dressed in your hero suit. It (pun unintended) suits you, and he finds it funny that the black cargo pants matched with the black turtle neck you're wearing are such a polar opposite to your usual look, which is much more... casual, he supposes.
He smiles sheepishly as you roll your eyes and motion that he follow you.
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"You still haven't convinced me, Phantom," you say to the vigilante, who, despite being ever-so self confident, deflates.
"We just need your help, Y/N," Dream says, "And..." he swallows, "It's mostly because of your powers."
This makes you really look at him. "What?"
"I don't really know much about them, but a couple days ago I spotted a case file on you on The Captain's desk. I didn't have time to read through it but one of the points was a form of telekineses. You already manage to manipulate people and distract them with your power, why not use it against The Butcher?"
Oh. That makes a shit ton of sense.
"But why is he so... well... important?" You ask. It's a valid question, and you're eagerly awaiting the answer.
Instead of Dream, Philza speaks: "We suspect corruption."
"In the White House, via Schlatt. We know someone's been supporting some smaller villains, and we suspect that someone might also be supporting The Butcher. And it seems, from some of the evidence we've gathered, that this has been going on for a while," Phantom explains.
"Since the start of Schlatt's presidency," Philza adds.
"That's... that's not good," you start pacing, the gears in your head turning at incredible speeds, "I mean, we've suspected that Schlatt wasn't clean from the beginning, but being involved with The Butcher of all people? That's bad." You stop abruptly and look at the others, eyes wide. "That means he probably had something to do with the True Casino massacre. Schlatt's been in power for three years; that only happened last year. So the reason he's not been caught..."
"...Is because Schlatt's been pulling the hero council's strings," Dream finishes for you.
"Oh that's really bad," you murmur, wringing your hands, "Really bad. We've got no backup aside from some vigilantes, and I'm sorry but I'm like ninety percent sure if we work with them the Hero Council won't let us back in and-"
"They will," the Blood God speaks, his low, gravelly voice interrupting you easily. He continues. "Schlatt knows we know somethin', because we haven't exactly been subtle. Goin' after The Butcher, stealin' documents, there's a reason we've been on your radar and it's not the one Schlatt wants you to believe. That day when we broke into your headquarters? We'd stolen some papers on The Butcher. As you said, Schlatt's pullin' the strings, and if the Hero Council is really under his control to such an extent, then the fight with us is likely against their will."
Philza nods, and you think you catch sight of a familiar tuft of blonde hair under his large hat as he does so, "I've got a couple of friends working with you, Dune, Monarch, but they've cut contact recently." He exchanges a glance with the Blood God, "Come to think of it, right after the first heist."
You realise you've said Oh Fuck a lot of times in the past minute as you say it again.
"So," Apollon says, in that almost-familiar-voice, "Do you understand now why he's important."
You only nod.
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Hours later, you and your ragtag, motley crew of superpower-havers make your way onto the rooftop of your home. It's the easiest way to travel in this city for those who don't have some power of flight (even though the dark matter you control might have that power, you haven't mastered more than a meter for a minute at a time). And, it's discrete, which is something you desperately need.
Earlier that day, you'd discussed at length what the plan was, and for now, you've decided that scoping out one of the potential places of residence for The Butcher's mysterious helper will be the most prudent idea. The first thing you plan to do is cut off contact, so that when you inevitably do face him, he won't have anywhere to run to.
That has led you to doing what you're doing now, which is simply walking. For a long time. Along the rooftops of L'Manberg, until you reach the home of someone known as Karl Jacobs. Walking double file.
Which means you're stuck, back here, with no one except The Blood God for company.
He hasn't spoken much to you since his rough greeting and hurried apology when he sat on your couch (which was weird, because it gave you a strange sense of deja vu; one that you'd experienced with most members of the Syndicate. Your only problem is that you can't figure out what you're actually recognizing). Now, however, he's quite hesitantly said a couple sentences to you, each quite obviously conversation starters that you've deigned to ignore.
But you feel bad, and Dream's talking about George to Phantom (which is just fucking surreal, because how did he get a literal vigilante who they've fought on numerous occasions to listen to him rant about his goddamn crush?) so you decide that you're going to make conversation.
It's just going to be at the expense of someone else.
"So," you say, "Please tell me you've been listening to Dream rant for the past hour."
The Blood God grins, and you have to stifle a laugh, because you can't be immediately laughing with your fucking enemy... right? "Naturally. I've now heard all about Georgenotfound's miraculous intelligence, ineffable sense of humour, and undeniable charisma. I also think I may have caught a snippet of somethin' along the lines of Dream admrin' him shirtless, but you know, things get muffled up when you've been awake for goin' on nineteen hours."
"Oof, that long? And then having to deal with this? That must not be fun. At least I had a good night's sleep before discovering the literal Syndicate standing on my front porch."
"Touché, touché," he murmurs, focusing back on the ground, obviously believing your conversation to be over (because, let's be honest, that's the longest any of your conversations have lasted this past hour).
But no. You persist. "I think Dream heard us," you mutter, because he's gone silent, and as you glance at him, you see him blushing.
Beside you, The Blood God pauses a moment, as though considering his thoughts, and then says: "I was so invested though!"
"Shut up," Dream whines, glaring at Phantom, "The only reason I was talking was because this idiot fucking convinced me to."
"Useful blackmail material," the brunette shrugs, before grinning and looking at you. "Plus, I know my audience enjoys it."
You raise an eyebrow and glance at The Blood God.
"He's way to fuckin' convincin', so do try not to listen to him," said man says.
Phantom shrugs, "Too charismatic for my own good I guess."
The Blood God chuckles, the low sound strangely enough sending shivers through you before you grab ahold of yourself. Seriously? You're attracted to a seven foot man with a pig mask on who's literally been tormenting you and your team for months? You find a self-righteous prick with a tad too much self esteem hot?
You can't believe yourself sometimes.
---
"Now I'm bored," Phantom groans, stepping back towards Dream who speeds up, instantly crossing his arms and straightening his posture. Phantom, slightly taller but much more lithe, keeps up with him easily, walking backwards and grinning as he pesters your friend.
You roll your eyes, then turn back to look at Techno "Is he always like this?"
Techno doesn't know what inspires him to say this, but he still replies: "Not so much when he's a civilian. It's kind of like we all get to just... let loose when we're like this."
"Absolute anonymity? Very little to lose? Powers beyond mortal comprehension? Sounds like potential for disaster," you say, frowning. You're shorter than him (but then again, everyone is when he's in his other form) but you still manage to match his pace, surprisingly. Either you're determined or just super in shape (and considering his gaze keeps - fully on accident - flickering to your cheeks, your neck, your lips, he can see that you're in fact quite out of breath, at least judging by how red you are).
Or perhaps that's just you blushing? (you're kidding yourself, the voices say, you really think they'd pick you?)
Techno swallows, forcing them away. The words still stick with him though.
He senses he's thought for a moment to long about his answer, and hurriedly mutters: "It's slightly more important than that, our job."
"Hmm?" You ask, "What do you mean?"
"Well, we've suspected corruption in the Hero Council for a while now. Our job is to fight for people minus the bureaucracy of something like that."
"And yet your fights largely end up in violence, much more than ours," you bite back, your tone not yet hostile but not entirely kind anymore either.
"It's easier when you have unwavering support and practically endless government fundin', darlin'," he says coldly, the pet name slipping out before he can stop himself. He blushes immediately, turning his head away from you before you can see the red coating his cheek. He wants to bury his head in his hands and scream because the voices are literally all yelling 'What the fuck?" and he really can't focus now.
"Oh," you breathe out, and Techno takes a deep breath in and then turns his head back, schooling his expression into something much less emotional.
Now he can see that you're just as flustered as he is.
He'd be lying if he said that he didn't feel a little burst of pride, his hybrid side coming out in a slightly embarrassing, quite territorial, way.
You blush some more, before rubbing the back of your neck and saying: "Any-anything else you want to say about um... government funding?" To somehow try and relieve the situation of it's awkwardness. But you stuttering has Techno getting this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach (butterflies, he thinks), and that basically does the opposite.
"Look, I'm-" Techno wants to say he's sorry, but at that point Phil yells: "We're here!" And he's really not sure if he's been saved or doomed by the metaphorical bell.
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If you havent heard the news by now… Technoblade has died. Even if I didnt watch him like i do ranboo and tubo… he will always hold a place in my heart. In a note he left his parents to read he reveals his real name to be alex, he was 23 years old and died of cancer. My he rest in peace and he live as the minecraft legend we all know and love. “Technoblade never dies!” <3
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You alright? ~ c!Technoblade
Summary: Techno lost a fight, he has to make it up to his pride for letting you see him like that.
Word count: 1.3k
Pairing: c!Technoblade / gn!reader
Warnings: mentions of blood
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The floor whined painfully, every step paced by was wearing down the glossy varnish. 
Four hours, it had been four hours past the time he was supposed to be back, and the sinking feeling in your stomach seemed to sink you further down the hardwood beneath your feet, quiet footsteps slowly turned into a quick, worried pace, stomping down your heel harder with every passing thought. You tried sitting down, taking down the clock, every distraction under your roof, and each time without fail, it would only take a few minutes before you began to circle the entire room in a worried haze. 
After an eternity of spiraling in and out of paranoia, the door finally swung open, your head turning with inhuman speed, half expecting Phil to burst in and confirm every fear you’ve created for yourself in the past four hours. But it wasn’t, long, peach pink hair beamed back at you, a brightness in the mess you were about to notice. 
As your eyes trailed down his body, the blood stains only grew in size, a thick red coat on both his hands and a matching blemish on his chest, beneath his now torn-up shirt. His breathing was frantic, eyes widened at your presence, and maybe losing battles hurt his ego, but nothing could compare to how he scathed at the sight of you.
Racing against him as he took a step back, about to turn and exit, hide until he's well and pretend you never saw him wounded; you pushed past him, the dark wood unforgiving once you jumped to slam your back up to it, painfully but effectively closing the door you had been willing to be open the entire afternoon. Head-turning to the side, his eyes sent a deathly stare your way for a moment before they followed the motion, scanning the surroundings he's witnessed at least a million times.
You scoffed at his behavior, not only was he hurt, he was being arrogant too, tension thicker than the crimson still spilling through his grip. “What the hell happened?” you took a step forward, but slow like the ones you’d take near a dangerous animal, as to not set them off, not wanting to set him off either. Physically, the man supposed to be the bigger person was now sulking back, avoiding the direct eye contact you were trying so hard to establish, to get him to speak about how he got to this state.
Minutes passed like hours as you waited for a response from him, only for him to sound a quick “Lost.” followed by a shrug, unclear if he meant to shrug at the self explanatory wounds, or to shake off the defeat. “Lost?” dragged out and mumbled you acknowledge his hesitation, urging him to speak to you. And yet he caught no hints, shoulders raised and eyes wide he shook his head at you, signaling a loss of words. “Right,” growing impatient you spoke again, determined to at least help the man before you, no matter how capable he might be, “take a seat,” you gestured to the couch, careful not to leave the doorway before it was safely out of his reach.
He sat down, quiet and avoidant, yet he leaned in your touch like it was the last. You slipped the cape back first, examining his back for any further injury, relieved at the blank white woven cashmere. A nervous tap emerged from below, his knee bouncing in a worried rhythm, heightening the stress of the situation in an almost taunting manner. Your brows furrowed at the action, in a frantic attempt to decipher the attitude he was having with you. “Take this off.” tugging at the shirt, and yet again met with a silent compliant Technoblade.
Once you had the space to assess the damage, a warm, damp cloth cleaned up the seeping blood down the left side of his ribcage, alongside some splatter here and there. The next step was disinfection, only if you got the deep gash to halt the rapid flow, coming to the only viable momentary solution. He got a warning first, partially still asking for permission to hurt him further in the name of remedy, “I need to stop your bleeding.” you already had the folded material on him, hesitating to press it down, doubt fading once he nodded, adjusting in his seat.  
As soon as pressure pushed against his wound, his body jolted, wincing for a split second, but he refused to let it show, a slow, noticeably shaky breath exhaled instead. You heard it, guilty conscience tightening its hold on your guts, pulling you away from him. Your hands hovered patiently, waiting for his pain to subside so you could continue the work. He seemed unfazed, looking straight up at you, what was once a sharp glare softened to a frightened, almost disappointed look, something inside him wished he didn’t flinch, but alas. Sparks set off where your hands had been, skin burning for more, cooled down by the missing warmth of your touch against it.
“Sorry.”
He nodded again, not breaking his silence. Despite his best efforts to stay in line, and keep the stoic act up, the thump against his chest seemed to quicken with every gentle move you made. 
There was a warmth he couldn’t decipher, almost melting him inside, at least that’s what he felt, your fingers left indents on his heart like silver on ice. What he didn’t quite catch was your own flustered shake, slightly twitching as you swiped alcohol-soaked cotton across his flaming skin. He never showed any further reactions, only tightening his jaw every once in a while, unnoticeable to any other, tell-tale sign he was silently taking it all to keep whatever part of his dignity he felt necessary. 
While you finished pinning down the bandage you wrapped he pulled his hips back, sitting straight, eyes focused on the way you carefully puppeteered the thin metal between the tight netting. In a moment of pride, you shot up quickly, standing up from your previous crouch just a little too fast, your vision closing in before you could admire the work you spent so long on. In the split second your brain looped you out of reality, your body found itself losing balance, falling forward and into the well-prepared hands of the man who had just minutes ago put his pain in yours. His forearms pulled you toward him, sitting back down, his hands floating parallel to your lower back, the heat his hands exuded pinpointing their location for you. 
Once the static lifted off your vision you realized what had happened, looking down at the way your legs stretched across his lap, and though it’s never happened before, you found yourself comfortable in his embrace. He gulped hard, the sound catching your attention “You alright?” the signature egotistical smize had returned to his face, already glowing at the fact he got to save you too. 
You smiled at him, well aware of his recovered honor, only nodding at him as he had done to you. Beginning to stand up, and away from his hold, you tried your luck in getting away from him. But he wouldn’t let you get to freedom so easily, pulling you back down instantly, which got him a huff and side eye from you, enough to keep him entertained. “Let’s sit a while hm?” his touch now finally present where it was supposed to be, his thumb moved back and forth soothingly, a subconscious effort to win you over. Considering it was the first compound sentence he had said to you in a long while, you gave in without a second thought, nestling in his shoulder, closest to his neck. 
It wasn’t long until you felt his jaw press against the crown of your head, the weight of his comforting you further. “Thank you, by the way.” his voice hummed against your hair, you kept your silence going, accepting his gratitude with a content sigh, savoring the time you spent like that. 
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a/n: this is a wip that's been in the works for a while, I couldn’t bring myself to finish it in these past few weeks, but it’s done now, enjoy!!
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