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Woes of An Immortal

(C!Technoblade x Reader)

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

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

“Are you new here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dad please.”

“You’re almost 25 Techno-”

“Only by human standards.”

“You’ve never dated a girl.”

“Dad-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…thanks for the rooms…”

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

“Er…sure?”

“You looking for a stepmom?”

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

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

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

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

“Whoever told you that is lying to you.”

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

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

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

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

“Where’s the (Y/n)?”

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

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

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

“Run.”

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

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

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

~~~

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

“Techno not right now…”

“Are you not on your break?”

“I am but-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ready?”

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

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

“Gotta get back to work…I’m ruined…”

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

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

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

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

You really were just too adorable.

~~~

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

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

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

“Okay, Papa. Love you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re such an ass.”

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

“Just stay here with us…”

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

“You are her favorite.”

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

“Yeah…yeah. I love you.”

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

“Swear?”

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

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

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

“Of course. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Carl?”

“Absolutely not.”

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

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

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

“Nah this is it.”

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

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

‘Is that Techno?’

‘No way he hasn’t aged a day!’

‘Someone tell (y/n)!’

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

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

“I missed you too dad…”

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

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

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

“Safe? Are we finally safe?”

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

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

“Just Phil and now you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely.”

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

“Shut up and hold me…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MILF.”

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

“Yes?”

“Fuck me?”

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

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

Then you got sick.

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

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

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

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

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

Immortality was a curse.

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antimony-medusa · 1 year

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Fic Recs April '23

What did I read this month? As ever, it's mostly going to be Dream SMP, but I wander outside the fandom ocassionally, and we've got some QSMP and 3rd Life this month! You can keep an eye on my Ao3 bookmarks if you ever don't want to wait the full month, but here's a shor tlist (I tried to keep it short) of especially fun/intersting/good things.

The Fics - Oneshots

Human condition by InsomniWillow Fandom: QSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & Tallulah, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fluff, Developing Friendships, Human/Monster Society Length: 1/1 chapters (this might be a multi-chapter though), 3,515 words

New to Qusadilla Island, Ordinary Guy Wilbur Soot brings his tiny daughter to the new school that's opened up. The school that is FULL of terrifying players and their kids. This is just super cute slice of life fluff and it's a fun setup to see Wilbur go "oh god, that's a demon, that's a shark god, is that Philza Minecraft?????" while he's trying to remain chill for his daughter.

where you hide your heart from me by 75hearts Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot Tags: Pogtopia, Suicidal Thoughts, Wingfic, Wilbur Soot Is Not Okay Length: 1/1 chapters, 2,223 words Just gonna grab the summary for this one cause it's perfect.

“I’ll fucking kill you if you pull a single feather,” Quackity says. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Wilbur says.

or: in Pogtopia, Wilbur preens Quackity's wings.

They're SOOO prickly and the situation is just two people full of broken edges hitting off each other, and you want it to be better, and at the same time this is the only way it could be.

you think they'll make it? by honeyblock Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Niki Nihachu & Wilbur Soot, Niki Nihachu & Jschlatt, Niki Nihachu & Wilbur Soot & Jschlatt Tags: Alternate Universe - hadestown Fusion, Niki Nihachu-Centric, niki as orpheus and wilbur as eurydice, implied/referenced suicide. Length: 1/1 chapters, 7,968 words

Niki breaks into Hadestown to try and get Wilbur back. And then she meets Jschlatt, and then she goes spare. Oh man this is a beautiful and lyrical setup, and then Schlatt is just so odious and hateable, ad then Niki getting furious enough to take on a god is So Satisfying. Delightful.

Manna from Heaven by ResidentHesitant Fandom: DSMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Ranboo/Tubbo Tags: Married Ranboo and Tubbo, Domestic Fluff, Pesach | Passover, post-canon, slice of life, Found Family Length: 1/1 chapters, 3,152 words

Tubbo hosts his first seder. This is just a joyous slice of life with the whole community coming together to celebrate passover. A glimpse into other traditions for me, and full of love for the characters and for judaism. This fic is so happy. It's canon to ME. I love it.

take this life and hold it by the hand by Odaigahara Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Philza Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Crow Hybrid Philza, Piglin Hybrid Technoblade, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Happy Ending, Inspired by that video of Kestrel Dad. Length: 1/1 chapters, 2,292 words

Technoblade is just having a perfectly normal day with his family (who are polar bears) when his friend the crow shows up with— Phil, is that a BABY? What are we gonna do with it? And what does it eat? This is just so so funny. Techno and Phil are both so helpless with a tiny baby, they don't now how to feed this little one, at one point a dead mouse is put on the baby's face and everyone looks at him hopefully. It's so funny.

The Fics - Longfics

The Musketeers - SBI AU by Anarchy_and_Piglins Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Wilbur Soot & Tommyinnit & Technoblade & Philza Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, 3 Musketeers Fusion, BAMF Everybody, Tommyinnit Angst, Philza Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Humour, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Length: 2/4 chapters, 8,086 words

TommyInnit is on a mission of vengance to kill the man who murdered his father, with only his dying words that a man named Philip d'Athos is responsible. Philip, meanwhile, is trying to figure out who's impersonating musketeers. They are on a direct collision course in 17th century France. I'm sure this will go well.

missing or obstructed by skelew Fandom: Hermitcraft, 3rd Life Rating: Teen Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Grian & Rendog, Grian & GoodTimesWithScar, Rendog & Martyn InTheLittleWood Tags: Post 3rd Life, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Watcher Lore, Amnesia Length: 4/? chapters, 13,890 words

Grian is back in Hermitcraft but he can't forget what happened in 3rd life. Unfortunately everyone else has forgotten what happened. Everyone except Rendog, who he remembers very strongly as his enemy. This one started as a character study and you can tell, it's very deliberate and mediative with the characters, and it's just slowly growing through the questions of what they do now, and what they do with these relationships they have to people they care so much about and also those people don't remember it.

See How They Run by Aard_Rinn Fandom: DSMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Tubbo & Tommyinnit & Ranboo, Technoblade & Philza Tags: Alternate Universe - Borrowers Fusion, Rescue, Captivity, Dark SBI, Dehumanization, Non-consensual touching (nonsexual), Tubbo-Centric Length: 3/3 chapters, 10,590 words

Benchtrio are Borrowers, and Tubbo gets caught by Emduo! Man, this starts with Tubbo falling into oil and not being able to climb out (he's eventually rescued by Emduo), and it's honestly terrifying. I really felt like I was a tiny creature clinging to a spoon. It continues to play with the fact that Tubbo is just so TINY and defenceless.

wasteland by chrysalizzm Fandom: DSMP Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationship: Dream SMP Ensemble Tags: Alternate Universe - Heroes & Villains, Hurt/Comfort, Disillusionment, Morally Grey Characters, Political Corruption, Systemic Bigotry, Unreliable Narrator, Alternate Universe - Superheroes & Superpowers, Mind Control, Bittersweet/Open Ending, Multiple POV, (and more! It's a series) Length: 11/30 fics, 72,431 words

MASSIVE sprawling superhero epic digging into power issues, morality, villainy, cohersion, sexism and other 'isms, marching towards an inevitable end. It all ends in tragedy, but oh my god the journey there is so rich and beautifully drawn. Each fic in the series is a different spot on the timeline and you see characters from so many different POVs, as events come into greater focus and you realize what the fuck HAPPENED to break people like that. This is very much a fic to read while spamming the sobbing emoji in the chat with a friend, but oh man I have to see how it all comes together and if ANY of my guys make it out. I don't know if any of my guys make it out! :SOB:

sharp temporary walls (the long-term cliff edge of the world) by Odaigahara Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationship: Grian & GoodTimesWithScar Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ghosts, Memory Alteration, Corpse Desecration, Animal Death, Friendship, Horror, Angst with a Happy Ending Length: 1/3 chapters, 5,042 words

3rd life is down to two players, but they're both hurt. They decide to wait and heal before a final fight. The world waits around them. Just the tone of this one is so eerie and creepy. The world is just so silent and malevolent, while Desert Duo tries to heal, while also knowing that it all ends in death. I'm not gonna spoil it but what happens when Joel's dogs show up looking for their master is SO GOOD and SO BAD at the same time.

And They Were Ghosthunters | TNT Duo AU by commaclear Fandom: DSMP Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot Tags: Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Fish out of Water, Alternate Universe - Angels and Demons, Happy Ending Length: 21/21 chapters, 46,984 words

Wilbur Soot is a demon who's tired of being bored in Hell and decided to go to Earth, where he gets a job on a Ghost Hunting show run by a guy named Quackity. Surely he has lots of oppurtunity for sin here! Two problems though: Quackity is really cute and might actually be a genuinely good person and Wilbur is falling for him, and Love is toxic to demons. This one is legitimately so very funny and such a fast read. I sat down to read the first two chapters and then i looked up and I'd read 46k.

catbag by supinetothestars Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationship: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Philza & Tommyinnit, Tommyinnit & Tubbo Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes & Superpowers, Villain SBI, Hero Tommyinnit, Child Abuse, Truth Serum, PTSD, Secret Identity, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort Length: 5/? chapters, 30,665 words

Okay so the summary for this one was:

Suspected of betraying the Hero Guild, Apprentice hero Tommy (A.K.A. Blindspot) is put under Security Protocol Catbag: a locked-on noise cancelling mask equipped with truth gas. His mentor, Dream, calls it a necessary teaching tool.

Meanwhile, SBI wants to know why their least favorite loudmouth little Hero has suddenly stopped talking.

And I read that and I was like "supinetothestars is going to get me back into reading tommy-centric superheros", and it's happened. It's so good, the characters are so thoughtful (and feel way more like canon characterizations vs fanon), and they run up against each other in really interesting ways. Wilbur is a paranoid bastard in a way that feels realistic and canon! The superpowers are interesting and interestingly played out (tommy's power is he can make himself unnoticeable!) and the relationships are adhering to tropes enough that they're like, oooooo, what happens next, I have a delightful suspicion, but they are pulled off well enough that they still feel fresh. It's really good.

Double Down by Onelituli Fandom: DSMP Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationship: Dream & Tommyinnit & Tubbo, Ranboo & Tommyinnit & Tubbo, Dream & Sapnap & George, Tags: Alternate Universe - Imawa no Kuni no Alice | Alice in Borderland Setting, Rated for Language and Dark Themes, Mystery, Flashbacks, Slow Build, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, No Villains just Antagonists, Bittersweet Ending Length: 11/13 chapters, 67,663 words

Oh man how even to explain this one. The Dream SMP ensemble is imprisoned in this post-apocolyptic setting where they have to compete in challenges to win cards. The higher the suit of the card, the harder the challenge. And people will die, they are dying, the challenges are killing them. They don't know why they're here or who is making them do this, but all they can do is try and make it together despite a structure that keeps trying to turn them against each other and destroy them. This is structured with lots of flashbacks and mysteries, and the mystery of what HAPPENED to these people is ever-present. And how on earth they possibly make it out of this challenge with even one person alive. This one is such a mystery, I don't know what's HAPPENING but I want to KNOW. And that's it for this month! I'll see you next time!

#fic recs #fic rec #Dream SMP #dsmp #mcyt

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"Your Majesty" // C!Technoblade x reader

Chapter 2

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This is posted on my Wattpad SSpookayy as well

Female pronouns used!

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

"I think it's best to find out"

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Chapters- | 1 |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No! Stop thinking like that!

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

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

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

"Your highness~"

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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Alrighty make my brain work to remember who’s in the DC universe again lol. (I may get peeps names wrong)

Batman au

I love the idea of Tommy just being really clumsy but trying to help lol. Gives him love: by making him a crime fighter lol

Now we love good ol Gotham city. Who ideally would fit commissioner Gordon and his daughter Barbara? I’d love to think we’d get someone to fit batgirl here at some point lol.

And honestly I love the idea of Dream as like the Ridler but better. He’s really crafty and just word games! But like that could also be Quackity because again: mind games lol but he’s the joker. Idk these 2 villains could really be either character I think

Also is Techno like the standard Bruce Wayne in this with the tragic backstory and is a billion still? I wanna know his origins lol

And and and is Techno definitely batman or are you sticking with Technos boar theme lore wise? I’m curious :3

Okie thanks for answering 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭❤️

AGHH thank you sm becky!! brainrot for this au is real and these are amazing :] (and dw it's been a while since i've been into batman. at least it's the easier dc universe and not whatever marvel has going on)

YES love him. i feel that kinda sums up part of his character cause techno just always says "why are you like this" when tommy is running around techno's house stealing stuff and breaking things LMAO

also wilbur himself has said tommy breaks everything he touches. so mini-giant tommy for the WIN

YES we do love a good ol crime infested gotham city >:)

hmm well i might make some changes with the significance of barbara in this au just to fit techno's character, especially with batman's attraction to her. also i want to play around with the whole c!techno being used as a weapon trait,,, i could technically have gordon be schlatt and barbara be tubbo, which would then solidify dream as superman,,,,

god damn it's hard mushing two fandoms together cause usually i just make a new setting for my aus but i have to keep traits from two characters :')

i could see tubbo as batgirl, kind of? just techno taking tubbo under his wing for a bit, like he did with tommy. this could also offer some clingyduo bonding. and some angst if i follow lore iykyk :3

and YEAH the riddler & the penguin are the two people i'd like to have figured out,,, i'm thinking maybe having jack be one of them, but i'm not entirely sure what c!jack is to c!techno and vice versa, but otherwise i wouldn't be opposed to it. jack i can see being the riddler,,,,, but YEAH i do like dream being them, but i think i'm going for superman being dream,,,

i'll need to pirate the batman movies at some point to refresh my memory because i can't keep relying on fandom wiki to help me 😭

techno does have the same backstory as batman pretty much. parents died in a similar fashion. the only different thing is how techno met phil,,,,

and as for his current self i'm not really sure how he got rich. bruce had like his whole company or smth i kinda forget,, anyway i'd say techno just worked really hard doing a lot of different stuff as a kid. maybe phil created minecraft and techno helped a LOT along the way and got a lot of the money from it 😭 both of those can be canon for now fjsdfj

after techno's parents died and he met phil n all, he went into a foster home but ran away from it pretty quickly just because he wanted to do things on his own. and besides, he had a tiny father-figure to help him, he'd be fine. like i said, he did a lot of neighborly chores and worked around the city with part-times to just get some stability,,\

i thought about it, but i'd say he's definitely batman for this au. don't worry i have another superhero au coming soon where he's more technoblade :D

thank you sm for the questions !! fun worldbuilding >:)

#brickquiries #becky brickling #beckyu my beloved <33 #vengeance in the night au #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t

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zorishy · 3 months

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Reclaimed bur/tropesona lore post

🟢DSMP

Wilson Minecraft (L’Manberg)

Wilson(Lmanbur) grew up in the Antarctic empire with his father Philza, adopted brother Tommy, and godfather Technoblade. As a child, Wilson had dreamed of becoming like his father and ruling an empire, though as he matured he had to accept that this would likely never happen.

Eventually, Wilson moved out, seeking to find adventure and fulfillment in lands beyond the frigid and war hardened empire where he was raised. Wilson tried to start a music career. Unfortunately, this ended in disaster and Wilson working minimum wage at a gas station.

One day, Wilson received a letter from Tommy, telling him of unclaimed territory in the newly discovered Dream SMP. Tommy had never forgotten about Wilson’s childhood dream and when he saw this land he knew this was the perfect place. Wilson left for the SMP the same day.

When he arrived in his van, Wilson met up with Tommy and Tubbo (Tommy’s childhood best friend) on a cliff overlooking the forest. On that very cliff side the boys decided to call their new country L’Manberg. The next day Wilson, Tommy, and Tubbo went to some neighboring settlements to convince people to join L’Manberg, painting the nation as one built on freedom, equality, and solving problems with words rather than violence.

Most people were fiercely loyal to their leader, Dream, and ignored the boys. However, a small group of people bought into the idea, seeking freedom from the labor that Dream was forcing them to do to start colonies. These 4 people, Niki Nihachu, Sally Soot, Eret Brine, and Jack Manifold became the first residents of L’Manberg.

The group was later joined by Wilson’s old friends Alexis Quackity and J. Schlatt. Quackity and Schlatt had recently gotten involved in the drug trade, leading Wil to bring them on board to boost the nation’s economy. About two months after L’Manberg was founded, Wilson had fallen in love with and married Sally and now they were expecting a child. Their daughter was born perfectly healthy and was named Floris (though he would come out as trans years later and change his name to Fundy).

Though things went well at first, peace would not last in L’Manberg for long. Only 6 months after L’Manberg’s founding, Dream (the man who discovered the Dream SMP) claimed that he found the land first and thus he owned it, demanding that the new nation be ruled by him. Wilson and the other L’Manbergians weren’t going to put up with tyranny, and so the Great L’Manberg Revolution began. The war lasted for several years but ultimately L’Manberg won its independence.

After the war, Wilson realized that he was no less tyrannical than Dream, having made himself the president without considering the opinions of his citizens. To solve this issue, Wilson decided to hold an election; however, Wil would soon come to regret this decision.

#bursonas #lmanbur #lmanberg #Burs reclaimed #Wilson is 19 and Tommy is 16 when L’Manberg starts. They are 22 and 19 when the war ends.#Zorishy’s tropesona lore #Symphony of gods and dreamers

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daandyli0n · 2 years

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i’m just. i can’t even.

uh tws for death. and also cancer cause. yeah. also repetition, maybe?? also uncensored swearing (cause i feel like i’ll need to say that message loud and clear)

i just wanna say a few things.

...techno’s streams were the first, and technically only, streams that i could watch live at first. you could argue that techno was the cc that got me into the dsmp, as he was the only one i could watch live for the longest time.

i love sbi, all four of them together. some of my favorite fics are ones with sbi in them.

and just. it hurts.

i think some part of me is in denial. saying ‘it has to be a joke. it has to be! he can’t be dead, he never dies after all!’

it hurts.

it hurts because i’ll never be able to see any new 4/4 sbi content. it’ll all be in the past now.

it hurts because i’ll never be able to see another new upload from him.

it hurts because i know just about everyone else in the community, his family, and the other ccs are hurting, just as bad and even worse than i am.

it hurts because it’s not fair.

...i’ve been told, by my father, that his dad, papa as me and my family call him, died of cancer earlier in the year i was born. i never got to meet him.

i’ve been told that he always wanted a daughter. which he never got.

i've been told that, had he been alive, he would’ve loved me.

and, occasionally, i feel that same feeling:

“it’s not fair, none of that is fair.”

all of this to say, this has hit me. hard.

so, i’m not going to be very active on tumblr for the next few days. that much should be pretty obvious. i’ll probably be mostly speaking to a friend of mine on discord tomorrow. i might stream tomorrow. but i’ll go ahead and warn you of this once: do. not. bring. this. up. in my chat. do not. i’m only gonna warn y’all once.

and here’s where the uncensored swearing warning comes in:

to anyone, and i mean anyone who is disrespectful about techno’s death in any way, shape, or form at any point:

fuck. you. get off my blog.

let me say that again for those of you in the back:

fuck you and get off my blog if you are disrespectful about techno’s death.

and for techno’s family, the other ccs, and just the community in general:

my heart goes out to all of you. i try not to bring up stuff regarding religion on my blog too much, but i’ll be praying for y’all.

and finally, for the man himself

rest in peace techno.

no, rest in peace alex. you are a legend. you will be greatly missed by millions.

blood for the blood god. technoblade will never truly die.

and finally,

all i can really hope is that god really did hesitate. cause you were the greatest.

thank you for everything.

#technoblade #tw death #tw cancer #tw swearing #tw repetition #<-kinda i think?#yeah. i'm...i'm not doing great right now #my heart goes out to everyone right now

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 1 year

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My Cape Will Protect You

by FractalFiction

The woman spread her fingers around the boy’s left eye, watching as rays burned into his skin like sunbeams.

The star and her sun. The sun and his star. Forever tied together in more ways than one.

“Have you a name for them?” a servant asked.

“Our daughter shall be Tallulah. And for the boy… he shall be Thomas.”

The servants fell to their knees, bowing as they chanted the names of the new princess and prince.

The next in line to royalty.

The King and Queen’s ticket to ruling all the lands.

Or, Knight Wilbur is hired to look after Tommy and Tallulah. He quickly finds their life isn’t as glamorous as he assumed.

Words: 4781, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP, QSMP | Quackity SMP, Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Tallulah (QSMP), Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Tallulah (QSMP), Wilbur Soot & Tallulah (QSMP) & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Prince TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Princess Tallulah (QSMP), Twins Tallulah (QSMP) & TommyInnit, Knight Wilbur Soot, Hurt Tallulah (QSMP), Hurt TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Codependency, Kid Tallulah (QSMP), Kid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Tallulah Needs a Hug (QSMP), They Get Hugs, Wilbur Soot Loves TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot Loves Tallulah (QSMP), Wilbur Soot Acting as TommyInnit's Parental Figure, Wilbur Soot acting as Tallulah’s Parental Figure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Happy Ending, Child Abuse, Magic

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

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landofspaceandrainbows · 1 year

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Buncha rough stuff ahead: Discussions of (oblique) racism, buncha violence, self injury, all of the above both fictional and real (mostly fictional). you have been warned. bunch of psychoanalyzing (tm) why people might like stuff. etc. Thinking of cross - posting this to DW.

A recurring anguish in certain circles of fantasy roleplaying involves the never-ending search for ethical, commendable, heroic murder. This often externalized as an issue of the murdered party, the one fantasized murderer ever the silent passive subject; a quest for an intrinsic quality of the murder victim that makes it A Good. This is phrased and re-phrased in variants of the same question: What would be an acceptable target for my character to kill in a dungeon?

you sit with a knife and a lighter besides you, the undersides of your forearms exposed.

a - (fictional) - being, an orc, a human, whatever, stumbles off the battlefield walks among his family and/or his people scarred and/or maimed. his sister averts her eyes and whimpers. what circumstances would make it ok or right for him to feel the touch of your blade, of your torch?

a bottle of alchohol.

someone opens their eyes in the aftermath of a battle, their mouth is dry, so dry, the sun hurts their eyes, they won't be able to work for their village, their hovel-like orc camp or whatever for the next few days.

a noose - afterwards mothers often scream and cry about their lost children.

if you pierce your ear cartilage, go on hormones, you know your mom and dad will cry again. you take a couple hours off work, or look into a video game. you're paid by the hour - one less meal bought for your friend.

you're sexually harassed by someone in your social justice activist group. do you leave?

does the same person always feel like an ally or an enemy all the time or does it shift?

"because, of course, the orcs have been successfully depersonized "

if you look up sterilization, and reproductive choice options, "their daughter" or "their son" must die, "their grandchild" not anymore.

if you want to take breaks - "their worker" must not be.

none of these were real people to begin with, i guess.

you call the hospital another time. if it mattered less you could catch some sleeping.

someone's hand grows cold and stiff in yours. you look around, something nudges at you, who you wouldn't do in to bring them back.

But why a whole race or species? - In these modern, enlightened times of everyone being a special, unique snowflake (which is true < 3) doesn't taking out one person mean taking out all of a unique kind? "if you save one person, it's as if you saved the whole world".

why might violence without consequences be escapist?

why might rape?

when you pick up the knife and bandages IRL, or a drink, there are questions being asked, but with live bullets.

in the dungeon, the questions are asked, and the bullets are blanks.

if it wasn't for the price being unacceptable IRL, would the cessation of pain be so bad? would your needs and/or wants be so bad? or too much?

"In the Great War we were all orcs." - Tolkien

"O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!" - Hamlet by W. Shakespeare

"Prince Zam: "Are you going to say I imagined all my deaths by you?? Clownpierce: "No, I'm just going to heavily imply it." " - Lifesteal SMP

"Technoblade (r i p): "They say that in this world the only universal language is violence, and we've spoken that language, we've had that conversation in the pit. It's over, on to a new day." " - Dream SMP

#dead dove do not eat

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obabashut · 1 year

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I posted 1,413 times in 2022

13 posts created (1%)

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I tagged 54 of my posts in 2022

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#guild wars oc guild wars 2 - 4 posts

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#guild wars 2 human - 4 posts

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Longest Tag: 96 characters

#if all the good magical things associated with rainbows existed the bad magical things exited to

My Top Posts in 2022:

I got one of the Technoblade YouTooz plushies, only to give it away.

A little bit of backstory. I am a cancer survivor and hearing Techno approaching his diagnosis with humor and charity was encouraging. So I got the plushie to support the cause more than for myself. Sure its worth something as a collectable, but I still have stuffed animals from my own childhood and this was something I would never create memories with as I did with my old ones.

It would be great someone could cherish it as something more.

My friend's daughter is a mcyt fan. She isn't old enough to care about the drama. The sort of kid that shows up in the YouTube video comments section. I mentioned to her about Ranboo coming out and she quietly talked about her own questioning, which is fine, but I don't think she has told her parents, or step parent/siblings either. She is being bullied for being into mcyt and dsmp, "because its for babies".

Today, I gave it to her. She was ecstatic, carefully taking it from the box and omg-ing over it. I told her that Minecraft isn't for kids. The difference in our ages is over 40 years, but we can gush about MCC, the great potato war, manhunt or hermitcraft...and its going to be okay.

I think my plushie has a good home.

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Loving that Dream is showing off a bit.

I don't know how some people see this highly distractable golden retriever of an individual and devote an inordinate amount of time and energy hating him and the community that takes comfort in interacting with these shenanigans.

See the full post

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I don't know. Was it George or not. He would never let us know anyway. TT_TT

28 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

...and when he approached the Kingdom of Heaven, the Lord considered his deeds and judged them as good. As the gates parted, bells began to peal, the angels called out: "WELCOME NEW CHANNEL MEMBER!!!" Rest in Power Technoblade

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My #1 post of 2022

Can I point out how genius it was for Dream to encourage Karl and Foolish in Dodgebolt?

Aqua really was going to target Dream and George the whole time. They were acting like they were just fodder and that psychologically affects one's confidence in both teams.

You saw it real time as Dream realized and flipped the script for them. Let Karl and Foolish take shots.

Opponents did not anticipate or know their skill level. But Dream knows Foolish has been grinding on the practice server and Karl, who no one takes seriously, actively blocking shots from hitting him and George. There were times he noted things they did well and that they were all performing in the top 20. Foolish's Mom called Dream, "Coach" and she was not wrong in that.

That faith went a long way to hype them. It threw Aqua off enough. Karl and Foolish popped off and it was like Dream played a trap card or something.

The event as a whole was amazing, and I appreciate everyone that participated, but I will remember it for Dream reminding his team that they did it together and that was how they were gonna win.

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years

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Phantombur's Fall

You all remember A Fall From Grace? Specifically the part where I vaguely said that Phantombur finally told the reader as to why his wings no longer worked/existed? Well here's what he told her...

Tw: Gore

Pairing (its at the end): Phantombur x Angel!Reader

(Continuation of A Fall From Grace sort of)

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From the very beginning there were two brothers and their father. A man by the name of Philza Watson, later known as the Crowfather or Lord Elytrian. His wife, the Goddess of Death, blessed him with two sons over the course of their physical marriage before she was called back to the heavens where only gifts could be traded between the two.

The oldest son, Wilbur, was a lanky boy in his youth with wings the color of freshly tilled soil that got darker to the point of sable and black at the tips of each feather. His wings combatted the majesty of his father's and triumphed in lengthy as time wore on.

His younger brother was a fair haired squealer of a child with lumpy wings that never seemed to be able to stretch out without contracting even smaller. There were complications with his egg concerning that the Goddess of Death had contracted a humane illness that would've killed a mortal while manifesting it. The Red Death. A new disease that colored the victim's veins a dark putrid red and spotted up like chicken pocks. It was quick to come and go through ones body but was fatal in every diagnosis.

Tommy, as the boy would later be named, was affected by this even as his mother was well from it by the time his egg was laid. His wings and feathers were spotted and colored crimson over the white they would've been. Over the years they folded over and Tommy never found out the truth as to why he could hardly even glide without an ache in his deformed wings.

The two boys, Wilbur and Tommy...Tommy and Wilbur, were inseparable. From the very moment Tommy hatched Wilbur was his brother. When Philza told him it was likely Tommy would never truly fly, Wilbur was his brother and taught him all the proper techniques as to soar.

Tommy loved Wilbur and Wilbur loved Tommy. A brotherhood as close, if not far closer, than any other. Then a blessing from their mother came. A strange hybrid of a boy. He was pink-haired and pig-like in features with tusks and blank eyes that held an intelligence no animal could, but he was quick and strong legged like a rabbit. This boy's name was Technoblade and Wilbur too became his brother.

The Three fought and agreed with each other throughout their whole lives. Throughout their father's Lordship and title of the Elytrian. Wilbur was declared an Elytrian himself on his eighteenth birthday and Tommy something called an Avian once he reached ten. Technoblade stayed Technoblade though a doctor said he had the resemblance of a Rabbit more than his piglin stature.

The Elytrian Lordship was passed to Wilbur when he turned 21 and Philza became a being known as the Crowfather and husband of the Goddess of Death.

To put it lightly, Wilbur was not the best Lord of his people. He was tough in his decisions and cracked under immense pressure in his young age. He had a courtship with a nymph and produced a fox daughter, but that daughter turned to a fox son and that nymph did not become his wife, but rather fled leaving the young Lord and now Father to find his way himself.

Fundy did not stay in the narrative long as the son of the Elytrian Lord went on his own adventures, accompanying a Merling that Lord Wilbur had befriended in his youth named Niki. Wilbur was losing his family bit by bit. His father took his brother Technoblade off to lands needing their battle experience and Tommy was busy hanging out enjoying his boyhood with two beings by the name of Ranboo and Tubbo. A bee hybrid and an Enderian whom Wilbur did not completely trust just yet.

Nonetheless Wilbur was eventually alone in his estate. The only things filling his halls were the wings on his back and the crows that fluttered too and fro tidying the place or exploring if they were new. Insanity crept in. Loneliness grabbed at his mind.

And Wilbur lost his way.

One night under the glow of a candle Wilbur sent out letters. Letters to his family saying he planned to destroy his life and the lineage they all had built. That this was his final goodbye. His last chord to the song of existence.

Then that morning he flew put over his small plot of responsibility and rained Hell down on it. With fiery arrow striking piles of haybales and setting ablaze the villages, Wilbur relished in the destruction. He loved it. His charm had won the trust of these people yet none of them deigned to think even their charismatic Lord was lonely in that large empty estate.

It didn't make sense... Any of it. Why had he been left behind? Because he was the eldest? Because perhaps his father had hated him for not living up to the world of expectations that were never presented? Maybe it was because Wilbur was the only normal one. He wasn't special. The only thing he had had was Sally and his son to define him and they had left him as well. The title 'Elytrian' meant nothing to him. Anyone could have wings if they wanted. Just because he was born with them did not make him special.

His brothers were special. Technoblade was a war genius and Tommy a smile in the rainiest storms. Wilbur was the brooding young Lord in the estate by the cliff. Son of the Goddess of Death and her mortal husband. That was all he had but even that was shared with Tommy and Technoblade.

So as the fires climbed and the people of his reach recognized him as their destroyer Wilbur smiled. Laughed. Found joy as swords were drawn against him. As arrows pierced his wings and shot him down. Laughed as the people he'd led through drought and disease cornered him on that cliff and tore away the one thing he DID have that was uniquely his.

Wilbur died in joy that he'd destroyed everything his family had ever loved...and he was cursed for it.

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After receiving Wilbur's letters the whole Elytrian family and their friends they'd found on the way rushed to the village of their origin. When they arrived they were too late. Everything was burnt to a crisp and the estate Philza had built with his own hands was destroyed. Torn down and blown up.

Tommy's room was vandalized and the armor that had been specially crafted for when he finally grew into his wings was desicated.

Technoblade's carrot experiments, although long abandoned, were shattered and burned to ash. Not even a speck of orange or scribble left to prove anything of his curiosity and discovery.

Then there was Wilbur's room...and his throne.

Wings. Wings of the darkest browns bloodied and pierced by arrows still stuck in the thick feathers. A sickening laughter choked the air around the three living as the one dead cackled in the darkness a sobbing sound.

He was there, Wilbur. He was with his wings pinned to his throne. A reminder of the monster that once sat upon the ruined chair.

"I still remember their words." Phantombur said quietly with his head resting on your lap.

"Wilbur?" Technoblade was awestruck at the sight of his brother. A pale corpse of what he'd been last they saw each other.

"Wilbur what the Hell happened?!" Philza rushed to his son's side but stopped several paces away at getting a closer look at his boy turned man turned phantom.

"I was so....alone." Wilbur sobbed. The dire of his actions fully wrapped around his mind now. "They didn't care. No one cared." He cried and grabbed at his wings, his beautiful wings, but his hand phased through it.

Wilbur's skin was a pale grayish blue with darker colored circles under his eyes which now glowed an ethereal green. His hair was turned a dark navy with glances of white edging the roots and giving the look of transparency as all of his body now was. Etchings of skeletal bone traced his arms and the tattered remains of his clothes. A once regal suit turned to a demolished scrap of fabric.

"Wilbur your wings." Tommy was crying though trying to make it seem like he wasn't.

"Oh my God." Technoblade echoed and choked on his words. The back of the newly presented Phantombur was in shambles. Only the very start of his wings still hung on before tearing off into membranal shards. Feathers dis not decorate the skin but rather they were like a bats. Skin stretched over bone and punctures stabbing through the skin.

"I don't know what went so wrong...I was just so sad." Wilbur crumbled as his hand yet again went through the tufts of feathers on his physical wings. Phil tried to embrace him but he fell through his son. A chill wrapped around his body as he kneeled by him instead. It would take years for Wilbur to gain a physical enough form to be able to touch things again.

"Wilbur we're so sorry." Tommy sniffed and reached for his brother before registering the fault in the action.

"It's so cold..." Wilbur shivered and looked at his hands as the appearance of them started to disappear. He was fading away from his family. When the darkness reached for his eyes Wilbur darted forward to only be met with fresh grass and an empty forest at sunrise.

There was a book in front of him.

"Welcome to Origins SMP. Your life on Earth has ended and you have been chosen to join an elaborate group of hybrids." The first page read.

"Under certain circumstances considering your death in the world you were assigned your Origin early due to your decisions and therefore might have found out a few quirks to your new form. Despite this possibility, you will still be given a thorough description of your Origin as to help better yourself through this new world."

💀Phantom💀

Translucent- Your skin is slightly transparent and others may see objects through you

Phantom Form- If you can sprint you can switch your form between invisible and your regular translucent self

Phasing- While in Phantom Form you may walk through walls and other objects such as trees

Photoallergic- Watch out for the sun because you will burst into flames

Fast Metabolism- Since you are indeed dead, your body does not require much food to function but when it does it processes it extremely fast so keep a good supply handy

Fragile- Without the ability to develop immunity or callous' your body does not heal very quickly which results in a fragile state of being. You'll die much faster than most your fellow Origins.

"Welcome to the world! Remember to keep your wits about you and fly high King!"

"That was all the book told me. Nothing of where I was or if any of my family had been chosen to this world as well. I later learned they had, but it was still so lonely. I started to go insane again once, but then I found Philza. I could touch again and it saved me to see my family. Technoblade didn't join us till much later. According to Phil, my people hunted down the Elytrian line till all of us were dead. Then they went to find the other superhuman entities. Fundy, Niki, Ranboo, Tubbo...they all died because of me." Wilbur carried on.

"But now were all here without any of those threats. You probably died in your past because of me as well and I'll be honest I couldn't be happier about it if it means I get to stay here with you forever." Your Phantom husband chuckled. You realized the pain it must've caused him to have those wings of legend removed from him. How excruciating it must've been to be alone for so long in a position where you didn't hardly know what was happening. It was easy forgive him, even if it meant your past life and past potential was gone because of him. It was easy because you loved him and he loved you.

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That ending was a bit rough but I think it worked. Happy Spooky Season btw you guys. I meant to say it yesterday but I got really caught up in some work stuff.

Love you all 💙💙

#phantombur #origins smp wilbur #Origins SMP S.B.I #goddess of death mumza #s.b.I #osmp #phantombur origins #tw gore #avian!tommy #rabbit!Technoblade #Elytrian! Philza #Dadza #phantombur x reader #Fallen Angel AU

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jeannahas · 2 years

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Midnight Musings - Mortality

Every once in a while, something happens that makes you realize that you could die at any given moment.

A bit of a sobering thought, but also...comforting? It’s weird. All of my life, I have feared being forgotten. It’s why I’ve come up with so many stories, tried to spread them, tried to plant seeds of memory in the minds of others. Fanfiction, actual novels that never got off of the computer screen, DnD campaigns that made me realize that I actually do have a knack for storytelling, for emotion, for tense moments and deep drama.

I remember moments when authors I’d adored passed on. When authors who have forever marked the modern scene simply...passed on. No more words. No more stories, no more fascinating settings, no more anecdotes.

Oddly, the nature of Mortality never really hit me until Technoblade died.

Now, firstly: I do not follow any Minecraft anything. At all. I’ve played the game maybe a total of 12 times. I actually never even watched one of his videos until after he’d died, but...he had been so persistent, so utterly present in the online scene. He was referenced in fanart, fan animations ( which I did have a habit of trying to find and follow along with) and for years I’ve been puzzled by his popularity.

then, out of the blue, he was just kind of...gone. People were mourning, anthems and animations received new comments about how they hit different now, since their inspiration was gone. Sadder, more forlorn.

A lot of what I have done in my life has been in a mad quest for legacy. I know - as I mentioned in my last pondering around 2:00 AM - that in the grand scheme of humanity, I am a drop in the pond, as likely to succeed as any other- being not very much, but more than some. I will make an impact on many lives, but, tomorrow, three hours from now, seven years from now, something might happen that would... turn out the lights. And then it might be me, lying on the cold floor, or the unforgiving burning concrete of Las Vegas, who’s life would cease. All the stories kicking around in my mind, the thoughts, the emotions, the memories...pass on. I won’t be able to share them anymore, not even once, not even in passing.

It’s a sobering thought. Each day I spend with my young family is a blessing, but do I treat it like one? Do I savor my daughter’s laughs as she spins in circles, having discovered that she can swing her arms wildly around her? Do I relish the embrace of my wife as she holds me close, as she hugs me when I get back from a fruitful day teaching martial arts? How would I be remembered by those around me? What will be the ashes, the footprints, the whispers on the wind that trail behind me after I am gone?

the most haunting thing is the thought that I might not know. I do believe in an afterlife, but will we be aware of the things said of us when we are gone?

Life will go on, and I don’t know if that is a comfort or an insult. The queen of England just died for example, and my personal life is 100% unaffected. ( USA citizen.) I just shrugged. Thought. “Huh. About time, she was 96 - that’s frickin old.” A bit direspectful, but that was my first response. At the same time, I know that she was an important figure to many - politically, culturally, emotionally even.

so, what do we do, when facing our own mortality? when facing the fact that an errant gunman or gangster could kill me without meaning to if a firefight broke out in the street 200 yards away?

We do our best, I have decided. We write, we laugh, we try to make the world around us a little brighter, a little cleaner, a little better in hopes that we can make a better world for our little ones when they have to face the horrors of this world. We write, we share our stories, we laugh around the campfire, as our ancestors have done for millennia upon millennia, till the finding of that first spark.

We are creatures of stories - let us share them, and laugh, and cry, and raise a glass for those forgotten souls who have passed on with only the quietest of echoes, who’s memories are fading and faded. And, best as we can, let us try to hold on to the memories of those who’s echoes still sound within our own minds.

-J.Na’Has

#mortality #queen #technoblade #contemplation #musings #storytelling #stories #gatheraroundthefire

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onslaughtsqueen · 3 years

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Technoblade new member

I hear dripping water from across the jail cell. I groan smelling the sitting water, feeling like ima throw up. I groan moving my hand over my swollen belly. I groan looking around. here I am nine months pregnant in a cell no idea how I got here and where my husband and my son are. I hear doors opening and I get up looking through the bars seeing Sam moving passed “ SAM” I cry out looking over. He ignores my cries, leaving shutting everything. I look around at my poorly made bed and only two blankets and a flat pillow. I feel tears run down my face, I hear a click and hear three voices, I sit on the bed cupping my belly groaning getting no real comfort from the bed, the door opens, I see quackity along with everyone else walk in. Quackity smiles looking over me “ look at you now, another one on the way. It was so nice meet kratos “ I grip my shirt angry at the way he speaks about kratos. They leave me there, I sigh laying down as time passes, I get a slight pain and I ignore it thinking my body just uncomfortable on the bed, but it keeps going on for an hour then stops then another hour. I sit up groaning, I look out seeing it’s night fall and everyone has left the prison. I groan and turn standing up while leaning my arms on the bed, I rub my belly. “ what’s going on love “ I move trying to find relief from this pain. Three more hours pass and I’m on the floor on my knees crying at this point. Confused on why I’m in so much pain. I yell out for help trying to get anybody attention to help. I start to sweat, I put my hair up pacing the cell trying to get some relief.I look out the window seeing the sky and the moon, I cry “ where are you beloved”

Techno pov

I groan in frustration as dream and philza look at me trying to comfort me, I look over at kratos as he sleeps. I cover my face, dream comes up “ techno “ I lift my ears so he knows my listening “ they took your wife, the banished you from your country, they tried to kill you not once but twice twice “ I feel anger boil up in me, I go to the chest grabbing a button, philza stands up smiling, dream looks confused but follows me out to a side of a mountain, he places it. The walls fall. dream gasp “ wait ooo my gosh “ he smiles along with me, we grab stuff and we meet back at the house explaining the plan, I get my stuff together, I smile at kratos sleeping form, philza picks him up keeping him close to his chest as he flies off, I get on my horse with dream on my tail.

Y/n pov

I’m on the floor curled up crying, then I feel a warm liquid run down my legs, I gasp and lean on the wall “ no no no no, not rn not rn no “ I try and breathe. I feel a pain shoot through me, I screams pulling my pants down opening my legs. I lean back, I gasp and cry out. I try to push but start to feel my hips locking up as I try to move, I scream getting on my knees, putting one of my hands under myself. I wait a while then my body starts to push and push, I groan as tears run down my face. I whimper techno name, wishing he was with me.I breath heavy moving my hand over my belly “ come on, COME ON” I cry out more while pushing and pushing. I start to feel light head, feeling like I’m going to pass out as I stop to breath then keep pushing “you can do this come on love help your mother AAAAA” final one last push, I gasp holding my baby in my hands, I breath heavy rest the baby on my chest as I lean them forward clearing their lungs, I smile big and cry more when I hear them start to cry out, I wipe them off and smile big “ a girl, ooo techno going to love you “ I take my shirt off wrapping her up, she whimpers in my arms. I cry and pull at the tube on ur belly cutting off the circulation.I close my eyes and lean my head on the wall. I hear a click to tired to care who walked in, I hear a gasp and a voice call out to another followed by another gasp. I breath heavy and look up seeing sam with ponk. I hear a firework and start to hear screaming.Sam and ponk look up running not shutting the door. I grab a blanket and walk out holding my little girl close to my chest, I cover myself as I feed her” shhhh love “ when I finally get out the prison, I look over seeing nothing but destruction. I get lost in the view I don’t even hear techno call out to me, I see philza fly down then I turn seeing techno, I cry as he gets closer, I fall to my knees as he gets closer he falling to his and moves his arms over me, I cry into his chest almost forgetting the baby girl in my arms until she cries out, techno ears shoot up. looking at me confused, I smile and move the blanket showing her to him, he’s face shows multiple emotions, angry, sadness, happiness. He picks me up, bring his nose closer to the little girl, smelling her scent, tears fall from his eyes, dream and philza look confused until they see the little girl on your chest, they both smile. As I get closer I hear another whimper, I smile seeing kratos in philza arms. I look to techno “ you brought him to war “ I could only speak softly, my vocal cords sore from before. I just close my eyes knowing I’m safe now. Last thing I remember was feeling him lift me onto a horse and my mind went blank.

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lonely-lost-soul · 2 years

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Beauty and the Beast Epilogue

<<Previous//The End

~C!Technoblade x Fem!Reader): Beauty and the Beast AU

Welcome to the Epilogue my Lost Souls. Enjoy.

Cover art is done by: @abovenyx

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Technoblade groaned softly burying his head in your chest as his daughter pounded loudly on the master bedroom's door in the West Wing. “Your daughter’s awake…” He mumbled into your chest, tail wrapped snugly around your waist.

“Hm…” You kissed the top of his head not bothering to open your eyes, “Before sunrise, she’s your daughter.”

“Fuck you.” He grumbled sitting up in bed allowing the sheets to spill out around his waist, he heard you chuckling and whacked you with his tail. You yelped eyes shooting open, sharp eyes glaring into his soul. He could only smirk, “You weren’t complaining about that last night.”

“You’re a shit head.”

“I know you guys are awake!” Another series of loud pounding, resounded through the room, “Both of you! Now wake up you promised to take me to the village today! I wanna see Uncle Tommy!”

“Your mother needs her beauty sleep,” Technoblade called back watching you sit up, his marks from the night before needed to be covered before the two rulers ventured into the village. Especially since they were seeing your brother, the both of you had news to share and wanted to get it out there sooner rather than later. If it was going to be the same reaction he had when Athena was born he didn’t want to see how he reacted when you told him you were once again pregnant. The boy almost killed Technoblade on the spot considering the both of you weren’t even married at the time of the announcement. But now you were, so maybe his reaction would be a little different. Athena groaned and they heard her tiny footsteps retreating down the hall. He then noticed you glaring at him, “What?”

“Beauty sleep?” You criticized with a huff, “really?”

“You come up with a better excuse than Princess. What do you want me to say sorry, we slept in I fucked your mom so hard last night we both are super spent.” Sarcasm dripped from his tongue and it earned him a pillow to his face.

“You’re a pig. No wonder you got turned into one,” You sat up yourself and Technoblade brushed the comment off, after all his two favorite things in the world were on display to view. When you were pregnant before they swelled so nicely, a pleasant buzzing stirred under his skin at the thought that they’d probably soon be that size again. “You’re staring again,” You mused with a fond eye roll used to his antics by now. After he ‘discovered himself’ sexually there was almost no quelling his libido.

“Can you blame me?”

“I would say yes, but your ogling makes me feel pretty.” You flushed a sweet pink and Technoblade beamed from ear to ear.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Hush.” You waved your hand shyly, sliding off the bed to grab a fresh pair of undergarments and a more casual dress. He hummed following in your footsteps and getting dressed for the day himself,

“Braid my hair?”

“Always sit.” You commanded and he sat down at the vanity, he felt your skilled fingers scratch at his scalp and he hummed. You brushed out the messy pink locks before braiding his hair down his back to keep it out of his face. You reached towards his crown placing it on his head, he felt you press a light kiss to his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He looked up at you and caught you smiling cheek to cheek, “And he’s gonna love you too.” You hummed, he turned to place his forehead on the minuscule bump in your stomach.

“He? I’m hoping for another baby girl. What do you mean?” Technoblade complained, “I want another Athena.”

“I don’t. I want a little boy who looks just like you.” You kissed his nose and he groaned,

“Why would you want that?”

“Cause you’re lovely and a good man, even if you had to learn to get there.” Technoblade flushed at your earnestness, “Now come on we have a daughter to entertain. Plus the exciting news to share with everyone, that is if Athena can keep her mouth shut.”

“She got that from your side. Tommy that is.”

“Can it, Techno.”

“Yes ma’am.” He saluted as you rolled your eyes, you headed for the door, he followed behind you like the puppy he was. Phil, with hair greying slightly and a lighthearted smile on his face, was talking with an eager Athena. Technoblade knew he missed Sally and Wilbur, and Fundy to that extent. The three of them asked for permission to leave the castle to become a normal family once again once they found Fundy and of course Technoblade was going to let them. So long as they visited every once in a while because Phil wanted to stay, the castle was all he knew.

“Dad uncle Phil said he was going to teach me how to use a sword!”

“Good it’s important you learn to protect yourself.”

“And my baby brother or sister!” Athena added puffing out her chest, the smile on your face said it all.

“Exactly baby!” You chirped and his daughter smiled wide, the gap in her front teeth showing. “Alright now, are you ready to go see Uncle Tommy?”

“Finally!” She headed for the door and tossed it open, you sighed softly,

“She forgot her coat.”

“I’ll get it. You shouldn’t be walking up the stairs that much,” Techno assured, giving you a tender kiss to your lips. You sighed into it and his heart fluttered,

“Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for you. Phil, do you mind helping her to the car?”

“I’m not that far along Tech. Don’t force Phil into this!”

“It’d be my honor, your highness.” Phil mused looking down at your eyes twinkling.

“Phil call me by my name.” You laughed walking outside with him, Phil snickered and shook his head as you let out a little huff. Technoblade joined you and your daughter a few minutes later with Athena’s coat in his arms. Athena was feeding the birds some leftover bread from breakfast, “If you catch sight of Wil tell him I miss him.”

“I will,” Techno gave Phil a stern pat on the back, the old man chuckled letting out a laugh. “Stay safe and make sure the boys don’t get into trouble.”

“That’s like asking Tubbo not to stick his hand in the beehive in the back garden.” From beside Techno, he watched you cover your mouth to hide your giggles, the number of times you had to take stingers out of that boy’s hand was too many to count. “Have fun, dinner will be ready when you return.”

“Thank you, Phil. For everything,” You curtsied and stepped into the carriage, he stuck his head out of the door and shouted, “Thena come on we’re leaving!”

“Uncle Tommy!” She cheered stumbling into the carriage, “Ouch mom move your fat butt!”

“Rude! Apologize!” You scoffed as Technoblade laughed stepping in behind his overly rambunctious daughter. Technoblade pulled his daughter to his side and ruffled her hair,

“Apologize to your mother.”

“I’m sorry you have a fat butt.”

Technoblade howled with laughter and you glared at your husband only sighing in defeat. At least you knew he liked your fat butt, but if he was going to be like that you weren’t going to let him touch it. Eventually, your little family arrived at the village, everyone greeted the King and Queen with awe. Kids jumped up on walls and fountains just to get a glimpse at the royal family, you waved like the elegant royalty you were. In the crowd you spotted a little red-headed boy on his father’s shoulders, his face lighting up with joy. You nudged Technoblade and he spotted Wilbur holding his son on his shoulders, “Wilbur!” He called waved, Wilbur waved back knowing they’d have a chance to catch up later at Tommy’s. Speaking of the new young adult male gave a loud whistle waving the family over. The crowd parted like the sea, just as thrilled to see the Queen’s younger brother out of his laboratory.

“Tommy,” You smiled eagerly and Athena squealed launching herself at her favorite uncle. Tommy grinned picking her up by the waist and spinning her around eagerly, he peppered his niece's cheeks in kisses. “He’s more excited to see my daughter than me.” You pouted and Technoblade laughed, it was a deep rumbling as he kissed your cheek.

“You’ll live.” You both watched as Athena talked his ear off, asking about his inventions and what he was currently building. Wilbur and Fundy made their way through the crowd, Sally was sick once again, unfortunately, but apparently, Wilbur couldn’t keep Fundy away from his favorite people. “It’s good to see you Wil, Athena will be thrilled to see Fundy if he can put up with her.”

“He loves to see Athena, he thinks of her as a little sister. Right, my little champion?”

You all watched as Fundy’s face turned a deep red and he whined, “Dad you’re embarrassing me.”

“Don’t care.” He cooed, “I love you.” Wilbur cooed and Fundy whined as Wilbur placed him on the ground. The teen huffed off weaving through the crowd as Wilbur laughed, “Yeah, I think he preferred it when I wasn’t with him.”

“Wilbur Soot! You know that’s not true!” You scolded lightly hitting him in the chest, “I remember when you and Sally found him you were all in tears. How is she by the way?”

“Hanging in. She’s devastated she couldn’t come to see you.”

“Next time we’re here we’ll absolutely visit, unfortunately, I don’t think we’ll have time…” You frowned worry etched across her features. Now it was Wilbur’s turn to hit you,

“Nonsense she wouldn’t want to see you today anyway. She’s not her best, and she doesn’t like seeming weak. You know how she gets.” You nodded lightly in understanding and Technoblade gently rubbed your back trying to soothe your nerves. “She knows you both care.”

“She better. Or (Y/n)’s gonna beat the shit out of her.”

“Techno! Language!”

The two men laughed and began to chat in their own conversation, you took the moment to look around the crowd, you saw a young woman trying to carry a basket of heavy apples across the way. You moved swiftly grabbing the other end with a small smile, “Let me help.” She blinked a smile spreading across her red lips, her brown hair fell over her shoulders.

“Thank you, you have such a kind heart, your majesty.”

“Oh hush it’s no trouble. Anyone would help.” You flushed and helped her place the basket by the stand. The woman stood up and seemed to eye you and then Techno, she let out a little hum.

“Not everyone.” She was looking at Technoblade and you raised an eyebrow feeling awkwardness began to grow inside you. Something didn’t sit right with the way she was looking at your husband, “It’s funny, to see him like this now. You’ve really changed him since he was a child. I’m Minx,”

Holy shit.

This was the witch that cursed your husband in the first place. A wave of emotions came crashing into you all at once, anger, pity, guilt, understanding, and sadness. “He was a child,” You spoke hesitantly,

“I know he was a fucking child. A rude ass one.” She snapped, crossing her arms, “But he wouldn’t change, wasn’t going to change, that’s why I cursed him.”

“They all could’ve died, all the innocent lives in the castle.”

“But they didn’t.”

“You couldn’t have known that-” She smiled giving you a little wink and you flushed, she was absolutely gorgeous and even with your boiling anger you couldn’t help but admire her looks. “Did you know?”

“I know many things, when you’ve been alive as long as me you figure things out. As a witch, you learn to predict certain things, know certain things. If I didn’t curse him he wouldn’t have changed, wouldn’t have met you and you both wouldn’t be blessed with a daughter and another child on the way.”

She chuckled as your flush only grew darker, “the heir to the throne,” You opened your mouth to ask about how she could possibly know the gender but you heard Technoblade let out a choked sound. You looked up and saw that his pupils were the size of pinpricks looking between the two of you. Nervously you pressed a hand to your stomach and all at once Technoblade was blinded with rage, he felt small hands tug on his cloak. He glanced down seeing Athena, her big doe eyes innocent and hopeful, she’d never seen him lose his temper and she never would. He swallowed, picking her up in his arms, she smiled letting her arms squeeze around his neck.

“My love. Shall we, Tommy’s waiting.”

“Yes! I’ll be right there.” You called, your husband's eyes wouldn’t leave the witches until you were safely tucked by his side. “Tech?”

“Let’s go.” He gently nudged your body forward and rested his hand safely on your lower back, although you knew it was more so he could ground himself in reality. “You okay?” He whispered as your odd little family walked towards your old childhood home.

“Fine…she says we’re having a boy.” Technoblade kept his mouth shut tight, only nodding his head, his eyes looked fuzzy and you were worried he might be dissociating. “Tech?”

“I’m alright.” He breathed out softly, his breath swirling around his mouth looking like a puff of smoke from the cold. “I just need a minute, I’ll join you inside in a moment.” You hesitated and he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Promise,” He handed Athena off to you. “I would never lie to you.”

“Five minutes.”

“Five minutes.” He nodded as you trailed inside, Athena waving at him over your shoulder, he smiled giving a small wave back in response. He turned around to stare back at the witch but she was already gone, leaving her basket behind. Technoblade watched as the village got back to its regular activities. Kids playing in the square, adults, and artisans selling their goods at the market. Young men played instruments while some women (and men) swooned in delight at the melodious sound. He never thought to be here, standing as a human in his village surrounded by his people, his tail swishing over the wood on the porch. Moments like this made him realize how much he truly did love you, without you, he’d never be able to stand and be human again. The wind rustled and blew through the loose strands of his hair, it was cold, and nipped at his bare skin turning it pink he swore he could hear it whisper.

‘I’m proud of you.’

Before the world was quiet once more.

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dreamerstreamer · 3 years

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Human GPS

Pairing: c!Technoblade x f!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] Technoblade really needs some books of mending, and you just happen to be the daughter of the village cleric.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: this a repost of the first ever story i posted when i first made my blog. this story takes place back when technoblade was still allied with pogtopia. i hope you like it as much as i did! <3

Technoblade blinked, his eyes squinting up at the clear, cerulean sky. It was about midday now, and the beating sun sat in the center of the sky, almost taunting him from where it hung.

If the sun is directly above me, he thought, then west must be… He frowned. Somewhere. Maybe.

He groaned and swung his legs off of Carl, the horse letting out a soft whinny as he hopped onto the ground. He had been travelling for what must have been close to an hour now, and he still hadn’t found a village. It was almost like the universe was trying to waste his time. All he wanted was to get his hands on some books of mending so he didn’t have to worry about any of his armour breaking, yet the world was sending him on a wild goose chase, anyways.

“Seriously,” he muttered, irritation gnawing away at his already dwindling patience, “how hard can it be to find just one cleric? It’s not like I’m asking to find a woodland mansion, or something.”

Letting out yet another long groan, Technoblade flipped open the pack he attached to Carl’s saddle. He pulled out a baked potato and bit in, allowing himself a few seconds of relief as he ate.

For a brief moment, he considered digging through his bag to look for a compass or—better yet—a map. But then he remembered that just prior to leaving, he had reminded himself that he was a human GPS and that “Technoblade never fails.”

He sighed. No compass, it is.

He took another bite of the potato in his hands, looking around at the terrain around him. There was a lush birch forest to his left and a barren desert on the opposite side. Just a little to his right was a river and—

Wait a second.

Technoblade froze, his jaw freezing halfway through chewing another bite of potato.

He recognized that river.

A wide grin split across his lips.

He totally knew where to find a village.

Doing his best not to choke, Technoblade stuffed the rest of the baked potato in his mouth and buckled his pack shut. With a grunt, he pulled himself back onto Carl, picking up the reins. “Like I said, Carl, who even needs a compass? I’ve got the map memorized, and my inner compass is perfectly calibrated.”

Carl looked back at him and let out an almost sarcastic sounding neigh that seemed to say, “Sure.”

Technoblade’s face rolled his eyes. He snapped the reins once, and Carl charged forward.

The human GPS never failed.

You let out an ecstatic cry as you pushed the last book in your hands onto the creaky bookshelf, stepping back to look at your work in pride. You’d been organizing the library for a little over half the day now, and you were almost finished. Each shelf was now in alphabetical order.

Dusting off your skirt, you took one last glance at the shelves before settling down at the table in the corner of the room, looking over the to-do list you had set out for yourself the night before. “Let’s see,” you hummed to yourself, “I already dusted all the tabletops, mopped the floor, and delivered that order to Mr. Hart. Now I can check ‘organize bookshelves’ off the list, too.”

You set the quill down on the table. “Meanwhile, dad’s out trading with Mrs. Lee and said he would be back soon.” You stared down at the page for a moment longer before sighing. A frown etched itself onto your features. You leaned your elbows on the oak tabletop as your gaze trailed out the church window and up at the cloudless sky.

You had lived in the village your whole life with your father, the village cleric. Everything was peaceful and you loved the familiar environment you resided in, but things had also become so… boring in the village. So bland, so dull. You can’t even remember the last time you did something fun. Sure, you were productive and made sure to help your father around his workspace the best you could, but you wanted more than this.

Please, you thought to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut in a silent prayer. Please, please, please let something new and exciting happen. At least just once in my life.

All of a sudden, you heard a distant rumbling.

You sat up straight, blinking awake from your reverie. What’s that sound?

The rumbling grew louder, and you could now recognize it as the galloping of a horse. Your thoughts were only confirmed by the loud whinny you heard right after the rumbles stopped.

You pushed your chair back, standing up from the table and walking over to the front window, crouching down to peek outside. You squinted, your eyes scanning around outside before they landed on an unfamiliar shape.

Your heart suddenly barrelled over in your chest.

Sitting atop a horse wearing diamond armour in the center of the village square was a stranger.

His back was facing you, but from what you could see of him, the first thing you noticed was the crimson robe hanging off his shoulders, cascading down his back like a scarlet waterfall. An axe was strapped to his back, tinted with a murky, violet hue. His hair was a vibrant shade of cherry blossom pink like nothing you had ever laid eyes on before, and on his head sat a golden crown encrusted with glittering gems. You wondered what his face looked like, curiosity bubbling in your chest.

Just then, he slid off his horse, landing on the ground with a small thump. He stood tall and proud, turning his head this way and that as he looked around at the houses around him, an air of regality surrounding him.

Then, he turned.

Your eyes only met for a fraction of a second before you immediately ducked down, hiding your figure from view in the window. The moment you were out of sight, you stilled, doing your best not to give yourself away.

He was handsome.

His face was calm and demure, reflecting his royal air almost perfectly, and his eyes, like his robe, were a piercing crimson red. They almost seemed to stare into your soul, laying every part of yourself bare for him to see.

He looked like a king in every sense of the word, and you just had to meet him.

Your heart was thrumming wildly in your chest as you struggled to regain your breath. You peeked over the windowsill carefully, glancing past the glass outside once more. The stranger had tied his horse to a post in the square and was walking around, glancing at the villagers here and there. Most of them seemed to be slightly wary of him—after all, it wasn’t everyday a king showed up at your doorstep. He seemed to be looking for something with the way he kept looking around him, his eyes sweeping over every inch of the village. Perhaps you could help him.

Slowly, you slid away from the windowsill and carefully clicked open the front door, stepping outside. The sun shone brilliantly on your face as you made your way toward the stranger. Once again, his back was turned to you, and you stopped a few feet behind him. Taking a deep breath, you mustered up what courage you had before speaking.

“Hello.”

The man turned at the sudden sound of your voice, his scarlet eyes piercing into yours. “Oh, hello.” His voice was deep, laced with a low rasp that sent a shiver down your spine.

Your offered him a warm smile. “Welcome to our humble village. I’m [Y/N].” You extended your hand, and he took it in a friendly handshake, smiling back.

“The name’s Technoblade.”

Your eyebrows quirked. “Technoblade,” you repeated. “That’s a unique name.”

“Thanks,” he said, jokingly adding, “I got it for my birthday.”

You giggled at that. He may look regal and intimidating, but right off the bat, it seemed that his personality was far from it. “You know what they say, a bad joke is always the best way to leave a good first impression.”

He frowned, feigning sadness. “Oh, c’mon, it wasn’t that bad.”

Your lips twitched. “Well, I laughed at it, so I’ll give you that.” His face lit up once more, and you felt your stomach churn with warmth. “Well, what brings you here?”

He gestured to the pack he had clipped to his belt. “Just looking to do a few trades, really.”

You looked at him in confusion. “A king? Trading with commoners like us?”

He blinked for a moment. “Ah, about that, I’m not really a king, per se.” He plucked his crown from off his head, tossing it casually in his hands. “The crown and robes are more for… aesthetic purposes, to say the least. I don’t really rule over my own country or anything.

Your tilted your head at him. “Where do you come from, then? I can only imagine you travelled for a while to get here.”

He shrugged. “It was kind of far, but it wasn’t a big deal, really. I never got lost.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Never?” you said.

“Never,” he confirmed. His grinned smugly, your heart reeling at the sight. “I’m a human GPS, if you will.”

You stifled a laugh but couldn’t hide your smile. What a dork. “Totally.”

His grin only widened. “Anyways, I’m from this place called Pogtopia.” You must have made a face at his words, because he laughed at you and god, even his laugh was pretty. “Yeah, it’s kind of a funny name, isn’t it? Well, I didn’t come up with it. My friends Tommy and Wilbur did.”

“They must be…” You looked for a good word. “…interesting people.”

He laughed. “It’s okay—you’re allowed to say they have bad taste in names.”

You giggled, your cheeks flushing in slight embarrassment. “Okay, yeah, their taste is pretty poor.” You glanced at him. “Are they the kings of your country then, since they named it?”

“Kind of. I guess you could call them kings, but they’re more like self-instated presidents, even though that kind of defeats the whole purpose of having a president.” You nodded, following along in agreement. “They’re trying to win back some land they were exiled from a while back called L’Manberg, although it was recently renamed Manberg, but there’s also Dream and his SMP, and—” He sighed, running a hand through his rosy locks. “It’s complicated. Basically, we’re sort of in the middle of this war, and I just kind of got roped into it.”

Your eyes widened in alarm. “A war?! Surely we wouldn’t get involved, right?” Your village, like many others, was a pacifist group of people, having no source of defense or battle skills to protect yourselves with. If this supposed war came all the way to your little village, all of you would surely perish.

Technoblade raised his arms in front of him, quickly shaking his head. “Oh, definitely not. You’ve got nothing to worry about, I swear.”

You pressed a hand to your chest as you let out a breath of relief. “Oh, thank goodness.” Technoblade smiled at you from the corner of your eye, amusement lacing his lips. You suddenly straightened, another thought popping into your head. “What about you, then? Aren’t you worried?”

He laughed again, though it sounded more like a cackle. “Me? Worried? Nahhh.” He swung his axe off his back, being careful to point it away from you. “I may not look like it, but I’m actually one of the most feared warriors in the land. Tommy and Wilbur basically begged me to join their side so I can help them win.” He gestured to himself. “You don’t have to believe me, but I think it’s pretty clear to see I’m pretty much a god at PVP.”

You hummed, shaking your head. “No, I believe you. You do look like you could seriously teach someone a thing or two with that axe, but I really don’t think I need to feed your ego anymore.” You smiled bemusedly. “It already seems to be quite large on its own.”

His grin dropped. “Wait, please, feed my ego, I thrive off complime—”

A giggle escaped your mouth as you waved your hand at him. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Your expression grew a bit more serious. “But honestly, you’re not scared? Even a little?”

Technoblade shook his head. “Nope. A war is just a lot of fights lined up one after the other, and I’m great at winning fights. Heck, I could probably wipe out the other side in a heartbeat with what I’ve got in my arsenal. Tommy and Wilbur might just send me out by myself to do just that.”

“They would?” you said in disbelief. “Aren’t they worried for you, either?”

He snorted. “They were the ones who wanted me here to help them win, so they definitely aren’t worried.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Well, that was no good—no good at all. Wasn’t a single person concerned for this man’s safety, not even just one? No matter how powerful he may be, this was a war you two were talking about, and wars don’t always go according to plan.

Suddenly, it hit you.

“I see,” you murmured. You raised your chin, resolve filling your veins. “Then I’ll worry for you.”

Technoblade stared at you for a long moment, stunned into silence. Panicking, you began to ramble. “You and your friends may have overwhelming confidence in you and your abilities,” you said, “but it’s still important that you recognize that sometimes things don’t go according to plan. That’s why you should worry, and if you won’t, then I’ll do it in your stead.”

When he still didn’t say anything after yet another moment, you felt embarrassment rise up in you. “I’m sorry, we just met and that was totally uncalled for of m—”

“No, no, really,” he abruptly said, shaking his head. “It’s all good. Seriously.” There was a slight pause. Then, he softly added, “Thank you. I appreciate your concern.”

His lips curled to form a smile, but this one was different from the ones he gave you before. Those ones were proud and teasing, full of mirth and some level of arrogance. But this one was softer, kinder. More genuine and real.

You liked this one more.

Still feeling slightly embarrassed from having just rambled about caring about a near stranger to his face, you quickly shifted gears. “W-Well, I should probably ask what exactly you wanted to trade for,” you said as your cheeks flushed pink. You lowered your gaze to the ground, trying to avert your eyes from his. “I can probably help you find whatever it is you need.”

Technoblade hummed. “I have a bunch of stuff with me that I can use to trade, but I’m looking for a cleric to get some mending books from.”

Your head shot up in recognition. “A cleric, you say?” Your lips curled into a small grin when he nodded. “I know just where to find him. Wait here for a minute, okay?”

As soon as he nodded his head once more, you had already taken off, bounding down the grassy path with your skirt trailing behind you. Technoblade’s gaze followed you as you rushed down the path, a pleasant warmth bubbling in the pit of stomach and he watched you run off.

Usually whenever he came to a village, the people he met were wary of him and hardly ever spoke more than the bare minimum to him. Most of them were intimidated by his appearance, others thrown off by his cockiness. And yet here you were, treating him like a friend when so many before you had done the exact opposite. You were kind, compassionate, and you saw more than just his arrogant exterior. You genuinely cared for the person he was underneath the crown and the robes. Not to mention, you were quite the sight for sore eyes.

Warmth blossomed in his chest and something fluttered in his stomach.

He was glad he came to this village.

To say your father was more than pleased to trade some books of mending for the stacks upon stacks of emeralds Technoblade had was an understatement.

“I thought you said you weren’t a king,” you said to him, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head when you saw him open his pack.

“I’m not,” Technoblade said, twirling an emerald between his fingers. “I just happen to be very wealthy.”

You shook your head at him, a smile gracing your lips. “You’re a maniac.”

He shot you a smug look. “Oh, don’t I know it.”

After he had traded for some mending books with your father, he had asked you if your village had a fletcher.

“Oh, I made a delivery to Mr. Hart earlier today,” you said. “Here, follow me.”

The trek to the other side of the village was short enough, and you were content to wait on the sides while Technoblade made some negotiations. Just then, Mrs. Lee spotted you and strode up to you.

“Good afternoon, [Y/N],” she greeted, her lips tilting into a familiar gentle smile.

“Hello, Mrs. Lee!” you chirped happily, turning to face her. “Thank you for the pumpkins, earlier today! I’ll be sure to give you some of the pumpkin pie I bake tomorrow.”

“Why, there’s no need for you to do that, dear.” She leaned close to your ear to whisper, “You know you’re my favourite of the youngins here.”

You blushed. “You know that’s not true.”

She held a finger to her lips. “It’s our little secret, alright?” She looked over your shoulder at Technoblade, who was still debating with Mr. Hart. “Looks like you’ve become acquainted with our visitor, haven’t you, dear?”

Your blush deepened. “Y-Yes! I have. His name is Technoblade and he comes from a country called Pogtopia. He traded for some books with my father just now.”

Mrs. Lee wrinkled her nose. “Weird name, the both of them, but never mind that.” She smirked at you, glancing just behind you. “He’s quite the looker, isn’t he?”

Your face exploded like a bright red tomato. “I-I, um, he’s. Um.” You took a deep breath and fanned your face, lowering your voice. “He’s handsome.”

Her smirk only grew larger. “I hope the two of you become even more acquainted then,” she said cryptically, patting your shoulder. “I’ll be on my way now, but do let me know how it goes, okay?”

You nodded dutifully, too embarrassed to say anything else. Mrs. Lee turned away and continued her way down the grassy path, smiling to herself.

If only you had seen the way he had looked at you.

Hours had passed since Technoblade had first arrived in the village, and the sun was just beginning to set. The two of you had visited just about every working person in the village, chatting away as Technoblade traded for whatever he needed from each person you two saw.

The two of you learned a lot about each other in the time you spent together. You learned that Technoblade wasn’t a huge fan of government and much preferred anarchy. He learned that you longed for something much more than your normal life in the village, but you had yet to discover what it was you wanted to do. You learned that he owned a dog named Floof. He learned the location of your favourite spot in the village. By the end of the day, it felt like you two had known each other for ages.

You secretly hoped that he would stay, but you knew that he couldn’t. The village wasn’t his home, after all.

You stood nearby as Technoblade strapped his pack back onto Carl’s saddle, chewing the inside of your lip. He climbed onto Carl, securing his axe on his back and picking up the reins in his hands. “Well, [Y/N],” he said, a hint of disappointment tinging his voice, “it looks like this is goodbye.”

“I guess so,” you murmured sadly, casting your gaze down at your feet. You had only known him for so long, but an overwhelming sense of loss filled you knowing that Technoblade was leaving and may very well never return. He was funny with his dry, dorky sense of humour and charming with his sharp grins and deep voice.

You weren’t sure you were quite ready to let go just yet.

“Um,” you spoke up, your voice cracking a little, “will you…” You peeked up at him, nervously biting the inside of your cheek as you fiddled with your fingers. “Will you ever come back?”

Something in Technoblade’s chest seized at the shy look on your face, your cheeks rosy and your gaze darting back and forth between his eyes and the ground. While he had originally only come in search of this village to trade with a cleric, he supposed he might always need more mending books in the future. Not to mention, he would also get to see you.

He smiled, letting out a soft laugh. “Yeah,” he said, “I’ll be back, so wait up for me, yeah?”

Your eyes lit up and an elated grin spread across your face. “I-I will!”

He chuckled at your giddiness, his own heart beating wildly against his rib cage. “Good.”

Sharing one last look with you, he snapped his reins and held on tight as Carl dashed forward, his gaze trailing behind him as he watched you wave your arms frantically at him. He couldn’t help but crack a smile at your enthusiasm, raising his arm to wave back at you himself. He kept waving until he could no longer see you, and only then did he face forward to find his way home.

The journey back was significantly shorter than the trip to the village, and before he knew it, he was tying Carl to his usual fence post. He was a human GPS, after all. How else would he have found the village—and you—with so much ease?

He tilted his head up, looking up at the rising moon in the east. Now he knew that the village (and you, his heart helpfully supplied once more) lay to the west, just beyond the birch forest, desert, and river. Above him, he could make out the shapes of a handful of constellations, the stars twinkling and winking down at him from space. He wondered if you were looking up at the same starry sky as him. He wondered if your stomach was full of butterflies, too.

“So,” he mused to himself aloud, his heart thump-thump-thumping in his chest, “[Y/N], huh?”

He was definitely going back.

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