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Woes of An Immortal

(C!Technoblade x Reader)

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

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

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

“Are you new here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dad please.”

“You’re almost 25 Techno-”

“Only by human standards.”

“You’ve never dated a girl.”

“Dad-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…thanks for the rooms…”

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

“Er…sure?”

“You looking for a stepmom?”

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

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

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

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

“Whoever told you that is lying to you.”

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

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

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

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

“Where’s the (Y/n)?”

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

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

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

“Run.”

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

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

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

~~~

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

“Techno not right now…”

“Are you not on your break?”

“I am but-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ready?”

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

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

“Gotta get back to work…I’m ruined…”

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

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

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

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

You really were just too adorable.

~~~

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

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

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

“Okay, Papa. Love you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re such an ass.”

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

“Just stay here with us…”

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

“You are her favorite.”

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

“Yeah…yeah. I love you.”

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

“Swear?”

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

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

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

“Of course. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Carl?”

“Absolutely not.”

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

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

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

“Nah this is it.”

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

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

‘Is that Techno?’

‘No way he hasn’t aged a day!’

‘Someone tell (y/n)!’

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

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

“I missed you too dad…”

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

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

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

“Safe? Are we finally safe?”

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

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

“Just Phil and now you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely.”

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

“Shut up and hold me…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MILF.”

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

“Yes?”

“Fuck me?”

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

~~~

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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straighttohellbuddy · 2 years

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the red means i love you {c!Technoblade}

Summary: Yandere!Technoblade. Fake gods are worshiped with wine and flowers; real gods require blood.

Need to Know: They/Them. Yandere!Technoblade / Enabler!Reader. established relationship. DARKFIC & LIGHT SMUT PLEASE READ WARNINGS VERY CAREFULLY !!

A/N: 2755 words. hey holy shit read the warnings i mean it. this really isn't for everyone. but anyways i started this months ago lol and it makes me feel some type of way. probably OOC as all fuck. if you do end up reading this, 1. is it coherent? 2. is it any good? :/

Warnings: Romanticisation/Rationalisation of Yandere Behaviour; NON-GRAPHIC SMUT (no genitals specified), GRAPHIC KNIFE-PLAY BLOOD-PLAY AND PAIN-PLAY, SEMI-VIOLENT BODY WORSHIP?? OBJECTIFICATION. Violence. Scarification. Bondage. Mutual Obsession. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Citrus Scale: ❤️ GRAPEFRUIT ❤️

{ yandere!dsmp masterpost }

He gets antsy in isolation; the voices are hungry, and fresh bruises will never compare to cherry-red blood on the snow, on his hands, like wine the way you'd seen him savour it before the regret flashes across his face. Blood for the Blood God cheered like the fleeting high was worth the exhaustion the whole ordeal brought with it. You'd seen it time and again; violence simply for violence sake was tiring. It's been a long time since he'd felt like killing for anything or anyone that wasn't you, and since you're by his side in the tundra, there was little reason for him to jump to violence, or at least, violence you didn't relish in.

Because you basked in reminders of his power, finesse, how easily he could wreak devastation, and there was something thrilling about when he turned those skills upon you, knowing he loved you too much to break you beyond repair. But there was also something intoxicating when he almost would, when he'd spend days lavishing praise upon you as he cared for you, tended to the wounds he'd inflicted, nursed you back to health.

In the split second after he'd land a hit while sparring, and he's breathing heavy, eyes wild, and the pain hasn't hit you yet, you see the way his eyes light up. This time it had been a deep gash in your cheek, which had genuinely startled you, and he turns immediately, apologising, saying he lost himself in the moment.

"Don't worry about me," you tell him as he takes your face in his hands, the contact stinging as blood begins to seep from the wounds, "you wouldn't kill me," you assured him, and it's as if he needed to hear the words out loud to believe them, his gaze softening, your hands resting on his hips, "and if you did, we both know you would have your reasons."

"You're so..." but he can't even finish the compliment, syrupy affection in his eyes as he looks at you, still holds your face. He can't find the words in this moment, cant say what you know he's thinking, 'you bleed for me' but you can still hear it. His gaze is endearing as he looks at his own hand on your cheek, before holding it up in the sunlight, your blood shiny and slick on his fingers.

You take his hand in yours, love unspoken but well heard as you softly kiss his knuckles. Carefully, you bring his hand back to your cheek, the stinging wound and the warm, red proof that you were alive. When you pull him in for a kiss, he's holding your face tighter this time, the pressure searing beneath his touch as you kiss him; the tense set of his shoulders had eased, however, and to you, that's all that mattered.

The moment, he tells you later, soothed the voices, at least for the time being. You, stretched out next to him in bed, carefully applying bandaids and ice packs to your more recent training wounds, make a noise of interest.

"I don't like hurting you like that," he admits, voice low, sounding almost remorseful. Instinctively you turn your attention from your bandage application, to him, curling an arm over his chest, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Like what?" Because he's not one for admitting remorse, especially not about something like this; you've got well cared for scars to the contrary.

"Like in a way we haven't discussed," it takes him a long moment to find the words, but you know its still not entirely the truth; as if your awareness of the altercation was crucial to his enjoyment of it. He got caught up like this a lot, when injuries were accidents. The problem was that it wasn't his intention, it wasn't premeditated; you never minded the lack of warning, he'd had your complete trust for as long as he'd had your heart. You knew what he was capable of, but that he loved you, that's why you trusted him. He, however, knew what he was capable of, and loved you, which is why accidents scared him half to death.

"But it felt good, didn't it? Better than usual," as you say that, he looks to you, sharp and calculating, gaze focused on the patching job he'd done on your cheek earlier, "do you want that? The blood?"

"I don't need it," he says softly, kissing your nose, "I like what we have, I like training with you, you don't-"

"But do you want it?" You ask, reaching up to touch his cheek, your fingertips feather light as you trace where the scar would be on him, and his eyes close for a moment. He leans into your touch.

"The things I crave," he begins, before amending with the faintest smile, "the things other than you, don't matter out here; I'm keeping us safe. The violence for the sake of blood, it's exhausting to keep searching for," he groaned faintly, before adding, "and dangerous," his gaze slides to you, and you know he's not concerned about himself. You, however, held his face for a long moment.

"And what of blood without violence?" You ask softly; he goes very still, breath caught alongside the thought, "Blood for the Blood God," When you lower your hand to his chest, his eyes open. Dark and thoughtful, there's hesitation there, confusion almost.

"You don't know what you're offering," his tone is like ice water, a shock to your system with how cold it is. There's no warning when he sits up, out of your embrace, leaving you cold and confused, "I'm trying to keep you safe." Accusatory, as if you're in the wrong, as if you should know better.

He leaves before you've even formulated a response, tense and seemingly furious and you have no idea how or why the situation changed so dramatically. It's always hard to try and sleep alone nowadays, but you don't have much of a choice.

Techno comes home still wreathed in the heat and horrible sufler smell of the Nether, sweet words on his lips as he curls into bed beside you. None of them are an actual apology, but he's got a talented hand between your thighs as he tells you he loves you, and it's enough to ease your fretting, half asleep mind for the time being.

It seems safer to leave that topic well enough alone for the time being, but it doesn't leave your mind. The thoughts that begin to haunt you encroach on every part of your life. Intrusive, idle chatter starts up when you're training and the sun glances off his blade and catches your gaze, and won't shut up as you're preparing dinner together, and the chatter roars with approval whenever you so much as get a paper cut. Perhaps this is what it's like to experience the voices that clamour for blood and violence in your love's head, though more and more you're sure it's your mind's way of encouraging you, because there are moments where Techno looks at you, eyes dark with a barely concealed desperation, and all thoughts in your mind go silent.

"Don't look at me like that if you're not going to do anything about it," you teased, catching him in one of those dark, thoughtful moments he was becoming increasingly prone to. Techno, however, is pointedly quiet, averting his gaze, light from the fire making him seem somehow even more dramatic, "you've been trapped in there a lot lately," settling yourself on the sofa beside him, you curl up by him, cheek against his shoulder.

Still, he remains quiet.

The crackle of the fire fills the otherwise silent room, though Techno shifts to wrap his arm around you, pulling you a little closer. You feel when he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Wish I could be trapped in here," he mumbles against you, drawing circles on your shoulder with his finger, "figure out how you live like you don't feel fear."

"I have you," you respond with absolute, blunt sincerity.

"What?" It sounds as if he genuinely didn't expect your response.

"I have you," it comes out a murmur, angling your face to his, nose to nose as your gaze locks with his, "why would I ever feel afraid." His pupils are blown so wide with want that you're half afraid you'll get lost in them. He must feel the erratic beating of your heart, must know the thrill you feel in this moment -

"You should fear what I want to do to you when you say things like that," his voice is low and you feel like you could melt at the implications, which was probably not his intention, but you didn't care.

"And yet you don't even do anything," you sighed languidly, eyelashes fluttering as you find your gaze dropping to his lips, "what a tease -" but then there's two fingers in your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

"And if I tore you apart, would that make you happy?" He practically snarls, but you angle your head to make sure he can see the dreamy look in your eyes. After a few moments of intensity, he moves his hand from your jaw, your mouth, to grip your thigh, to pull you closer.

"Is it what you want?" You feel elated, all kinds of heady and fire-warm. This is the precipice, the moment where he yet again understands you truly mean you'd do anything for him, and his hesitation will evaporate -

"More than anything," he admits, as if his honesty had left him breathless, and he kisses you hard before you have time to think. Pulling you into his lap, he takes the opportunity to fist his hand in your hair. When he pulls hard, it's the first of many wonderfully aching, stinging, bruising moments of the night.

And you learn that there is no blood without violence, not for the Blood God...

There's a sharp pain the moment the blade first breaches your skin, metal along your sternum cool before the pain brings with it heat. You try to bite back your yelp, but can't quite manage it. You've been cut before but never so deliberately, not by someone who looks at you like Techno does now. Techno, sitting carefully on your thighs, doesn't seem to acknowledge it; he drags the blade down the centre of your chest with an almost agonising unwaivability, tears springing to your eyes, trying not to squirm, to make the pain worse.

"Techno," you whimper, his name escaping you almost involuntarily, nervously tugging at your wrist bindings above your head. There's something dark and strangely detached in Techno's gaze as he meets yours.

"I'm okay," you murmur unconvincingly, "I- it hurts more than I thought it would is all, I'm sorry I'm-" though for all your babbling you don't even consider asking him to stop. He presses the flat side of the blade to your ribs and reaches out with his free hand to carefully wipe away your tears.

"You're so good," there's something hungry in his eyes, "so good to me... beautiful like this." And something clicks in your brain; you'd do anything to keep him talking to you like that, looking at you like that.

"More- please, again," you choke out, a desperate gasp as pain and pleasure weave together in your mind. Something about the way you've already begun to beg has his breath catching in his throat, an animalistic noise escaping him. Already his self restraint is all but shredded; before you knew he'd hesitate, or check in with you, but now -

"More what?" A demand for an answer. The blade is ice cold and feather light against your skin.

"Blood, please," stutters from your lips as you try to lean up to kiss him. Instead, he keeps one hand firm on your shoulder against the table, wearing a pleased smile as he instead dips to keys you, "my love, make me bleed."

He seems to derive pleasure from the way you whimper against his lips, your faint noises of pain as he carefully carves into the skin of your sternum while kissing you. It's starting small, he tells you, at least for now, having left a simple geometric pattern on your sternum that he admires as he fucks you. He lavishes you with praise, works hard to get you off but leaves you a bloody mess until well after the afterglow has faded.

When he tells you it will leave a beautiful scar, something inside you lights up with joy, with love.

"I can take more, I -" already you're babbling, offering. He hasn't untied you; the ache of your bound wrists is comfortingly familiar as you allow yourself to be taken care of.

"Don't," Technoblade warns you firmly, looking up from where he's cleaning and dressing the wounds. Even so, he seems calmer and steadier than he's been in a long while, as if granted a brief moment of mental peace after what had just occurred.

"You keep offering something very dangerous, but maybe your naivete is part of why I find you so precious," he pauses for a long moment before leaning in to press a kiss to the edge of the bloody pattern he was responsible for. A thin line of your blood shines by the corner of his mouth as he pulls back and smirks up at you. You're desperate to kiss him, but you knew it would interrupt his care, and you'd probably remain restrained past the point of it being enjoyable.

"Did it help?"

He is quiet for a long moment after your question. Finally, he spoke.

"How much did it hurt?"

"What?"

"Tell me how much it hurt," there was an unexpected dark edge to his voice now, something pleased and almost smug. He's holding bandages but his hands have stilled, "when you begged me to carve into you like that," it's that hunger again, the same you'd seen the moment you'd winced and gasped and squirmed once he'd finally put the blade down in favour of admiring his work, now free hand between your thighs.

Now he's just... admiring you, bound, marked, still comfortable at his mercy. Looking at the angry red lines in your skin, he can see the blood slowly seeping from them, his personal form of art. Carefully, you wet your lips, shifting the barest amount against the still bloodstained linens.

"It was awful," you murmur honestly, "it still is kind of unbearable, more than I expected." He blinks slowly, hands still hovering inches away from your torso. He hears it, you know he hears it, the way you speak so carefully about the pain without a hint of negativity. He's a sudden rush of movement, kissing you with newfound intensity, one hand coming to cup your face while the other he presses flat against the still fresh wound.

"I could kill you, you silly, porcelain thing," he groans, as if turned on by the very idea he's warning you about.

"Could you?" A breathless, wanton gasp escapes you, and it turns to a pained whimper as he presses against the wounds more insistently, which he echoes with a pleased noise of his own, "please, I need you to -"

For the first time in a long time the voices seem sated. They've had their fill of violence, of blood, of you, they're practically sick with how they've gorged themselves on all you've offered for them. But Techno himself? He loves to know just how much it hurts, and loves to make you beg for it nonetheless. He loves knowing how far you'll let him go, how much you'll endure and still ask for more. He loves the proof of your devotion. He will never get enough.

And you?

You want to wear the scars like the proof of your love for him, with pride. You now understand and appreciate the pain he's inflicted on others in your honour. You relish in knowing you can satisfy all he craves in a way that no-one else ever would.

But mostly, you crave those moments, the bloody handprints he leaves on your thighs, the gentle way he caresses the ice cold blade against your skin, and the look in his eyes as you whimper, like you're the only thing in the world that has ever mattered.

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deliwrites · 2 years

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𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐞 // Technoblade

Published: 12th of October 2022 (Original; 22nd of July 2021) Type: Angsty, Fluff, Female reader TW: (semi) panic attacks, disowning (in a way), homelessness, death (bees), depression (possibly) Word count: 7430 Summary: Y/n is the Queen of a bee hive. Overall Queen bees do not leave the hive unless the hive is moving. Y/n has never been outside but she so desperately wants to. When she does, something unexpected happens while on an adventure with two teens to meet up with a certain King. (This is the longest one I've written so far)

Y/n POV

"Alright, guys, I know this is unusual," I announce, flying above my little bees. "But I am going to venture outside the hive," instant mumbling happened among the bees that were sat in front of me. "Now, don't worry too much, I won't go far! I promise!"

After a bit more reassurance to my little bees, I deem my announcement finished and fly back towards my castle within the hive. I was so excited. Ever since I was born, I had never left the hive, not even when I was crowned Queen after my mother had passed. So, now after 3 years of being Queen, I decided to do what I had always wanted. I was 21 now! I should be able to make a least one decision for myself.

I decided to eat first before I decided to venture outside. "Alright, I'm ready!" I said to myself, encouraging myself. With excitement still boosting my system, I flew out the entrance, being watched with careful eyes from my bees. A gasp instantly left my mouth at the beautiful sight of the flower forest. So many beautiful colours graced the horizon, including the sky.

"Oh my god! This place is so beautiful!" I yelled out, flying up into the sky, doing a few flips.

"Did you hear that?" I hear a males voice from somewhere behind me.

"Yeah, I haven't heard that voice before," another male voice said, I heard the rustling of the bushes behind me. Turning around slowly, I tilted my head sideways, awaiting whatever would come out. The bush was pushed aside and I came face to face with two males. One with brown hair and a scar on his face, the other black and white, split directly in the middle, one eye red, the other green. Both of them looked at me in confusion. The brown haired ones eyes, turning wider with excitement, while the other seemed to look at my crown in confusion.

"It's a bee!" The first male said, fully getting out of the bush to observe me as I flew around him.

"Tubbo, I don't think that's just any bee," the other said sounding concerned.

"What do you mean, Ranboo?"

"It's wearing a crown could be the king of a hive or something-"

"Hi! I'm actually Queen Bee!" I said, apparently too sudden for them as 'Tubbo' screamed in confusion and 'Ranboo' just looked at me wide eyed. "What? Never heard a bee talk before?" I asked, now confused myself.

"You can talk...?" Tubbo spoke first, he seemed hesitant as he reached his hand out. Me being my tiny self I flew a little closer and let his hand caress my cheek gently.

"Yes, I can talk," I tell him. "Don't my other bees talk to you guys?"

"I- no, I can't say they do," Ranboo said, still a bit confused. "But, since you're Queen, shouldn't you be in the hive?" He asked slowly.

"Oh!" Did I break one of the ground rules of being a bee by talking to them? "Well, technically yes, but I've never been outside the hive before, and everyone else has. So now that I am Queen, I thought, why not make one decision for myself."

"I am guessing, you really wanted to see the outside world, huh?" Tubbo asked, making me nod. "Well in that case, would you like to join us? We can write down our coordinates and we'll bring you back safely afterwards!"

"Wouldn't I be a bother?" I asked concerned.

"Of course not, let's go! Ranboo and I were just about to visit a friend in the nether."

"Oeh! What's the nether?" I ask in excitement as I follow after them. Flying just a few inches next to them, I look at my surroundings. Every now and then flying up to flowers just to sniff them. They smelled absolutely amazing!

"The nether is actually quite dangerous, but since you can fly, you should be alright," Ranboo starts off. "It could be described as hell in a way. It is significantly warmer than here, there is lava- basically everywhere and creatures that are not really a friend of us."

"Wow, first time outside and I'm already going on a dangerous quest!" I exclaimed in pure excitement. "Okay, how far till we reach this nether?"

"Well, first we need to keep walking- or well, flying for you, for a little while longer. Then we go through a portal. That's when we're in the nether, once there it will be a bit of a walk through it, in order to reach our friend."

The journey continued with us getting to know each other and me asking questions when I saw things I didn't recognize which was a lot! Soon enough we reached a portal that looked pretty random, and not like it belonged in the area. We were pretty far away from the flower forest now, had walked through two other biomes.

"This is it," Ranboo said, gesturing to the portal. "I'll go in first, then you can follow after me, Y/n and then Tubbo to make sure that you get through okay."

"Alright, let's do this! I'm excited!" I said clapping my hands. Tubbo chuckles at my excitement, Ranboo just shaking his head before he walks through the portal. "Oh! He just vanished!" I gasped when I saw him just - poof - disappear.

"Yep! Now lets, go, you next! Ranboo messaged me, saying it was safe for you to come through. Don't be scared alright, I'll be right behind you."

"I'm not scared," I tell him all hyped up! "I'm going to be-"

Third POV

"Ranboo, where is Y/n?" Tubbo asked as soon as he came through the portal and noticed the excited Queen bee was nowhere in sight.

"She didn't come through. Are you sure you went through after her?"

"What do you mean!? Of course, I am sure!" Tubbo said, confused and concerned. He had promised her that they would bring her home safely and now she disappeared into thin air. A hive doesn't function very well if there is no Queen to lead them.

"Oh! My head!" a voice both the boys recognized was heard. Their head instantly turning to it.

"Y/n? Where are you?" Ranboo asked, not seeing her in front of the portal. "Are you behind it?" When they don't get a real answer besides a groan, the two walk closer to the portal, slowly walking around it. Tubbo is the first to gasp at the sight.

"Oh my god!" He exclaims, quickly walking closer. "Are you okay?"

"I- yeah, I think so," the small wings on the bee Queens back start to flutter, but the bee doesn't lift off the floor. "W-why can't I- fly?" She asks quietly. Her eyes were still closed as her head still hurt a bit.

"Uhm, Y/n, I don't mean to scare you, but uhm... You just turned human..."

Y/n POV

Instantly my eyes fly open. I ignore the pain that shoots through my head as I look down at myself, seeing myself dressed in a royal-like dress covering my very much human-looking body. "No! Why am I human!? How would this happen!?" I panic. I pat my hands all over my body, my arms reaching behind my back. A sigh of relief leaving my lips when I feel my wings still there. I try to use my wings again to help myself stand up. It works but as soon as I stop to stand my knees buckled and I end back on the floor.

"Okay, Y/n, I have a potion for you," Tubbo says as I hear the cork being taking out of a glass vial. "I know you're confused, we are too. But you need to take this, it will strengthen you up a bit," I can hear the worry and confusion in his voice as he holds the vial out to me. "I promise you that this will help you," with slight hesitation I take it from him and down the potion quickly.

"Tubbo, I can't go back like this," I mutter, tears forming in my eyes.

"I know, we'll fix this, I promise," he says gently. "For now, though, we need to continue. It's not safe to stay in the same spot for too long. Our friend might actually be able to help us. He's a fantastic potion maker!" He says trying to reassure me that everything will be okay. I sniff slightly and nod, quickly wiping at my eyes to get rid of any tears that might have fallen. With the help of Ranboo I get back up on my two legs. A little wobbly but I could tell that the potion I was given gave me enough strength to walk.

"I'll hold on to you, just in case," Ranboo says gently, his arm around my middle making him hunch over a bit, my arm around his tall shoulders. Keeping me upright and steady. "This is probably very weird for you, isn't it?"

"It is yeah, - god you are gigantic, - but I trust you guys," I tell them with a slight smile.

"Alright, good. Tubbo, lead the way," with a nod from Tubbo we start slowly making our way through the hot nether. As we walked I couldn't help but continuously look down at myself like I would suddenly be a bee again. Yet every time I did I couldn't help but admire the beautiful dress I was wearing. I had no clue how I could have possibly transformed with a dress on as us bees don't wear clothes. The heels, as I learned from Ranboo, were actually surprisingly comfortable. The dress on the other hand was a bit of a hassle. It was a beautiful off white colour, leaning more towards gold. Had a sweetheart neckline with off the shoulder lace sleeves. The dress had a ballgown shape with layers upon layers of tulle. The top layer had beautiful lace detailing on the bottom going up to about midway. The lace on the corset also beautifully connected to the skirt of the dress making it look like a beautiful cohesive piece. Luckily the dress didn't feel too heavy and Ranboo was still able to stand pretty close to me in order to help me walk.

(So this⬆️ dress but this⬇️ colour basically or just pick whichever you like more)

"We're here!" Tubbo finally calls out. I look up, having mostly looked at the ground to make sure I didn't miss-step and not only make me fall in lava but also dragging Ranboo with me. We stood in front of a giant door that leads into a beautiful castle. The castle was surprisingly white for the red atmosphere of the Nether. The outside walls fully made of quarts. A pig-like guard grunts in a defensive manner, pointing his golden sword at me. My eyes widen from the action. Tubbo is quick to step in front of me tho.

"We're here to see King Technoblade, he should be expecting us?" Ranboo asks. The pig grunts again then scoffs before grunting and gesturing towards me again. 'How could they possibly understand this guy?'. "This is Queen Y/n, she is our plus one if you will," with one last grunt the guard opens the door and lets us in. Closing the door right after us.

"How did you understand that guard?" I ask in shock as we walk down the long hallway.

"Techno taught us enough piglin language to communicate with the guards," Tubbo explained, making a turn.

"First name basis, and walking around without a care in the world. You guys must be very close friends with King Technoblade," I comment.

"We are," Ranboo says with a soft smile. Tubbo knocks on a door, waiting for an answer, which we quickly received.

"Come in," a monotone voice calls out loud and clear from the other side of the door. Tubbo pushes against the heavy door, it opening with loud creaks.

"Hey Techno!" He says as he lets me and Ranboo in after him, staying by the door to close it behind us.

"Wow!" I gasp looking around the beautiful library we were now stood in. Rows upon rows of bookcases lined either side of the room. The middle had two long tables with benches on either side, one at the front and one in the back. In between the table were two three-seater leather sofas, a coffee table with a fireplace in the middle. On one of the leather sofas sat a giant male, dressed in black dress pants, a white button-up and a blood-red robe with golden chains connected on his chest, white fur outlining the edges. And last but not least, he wore a pig skull mask over half of his face. His mouth not being covered, revealing beautiful pale skin. He had surprisingly long pastel pink hair that was braided loosely, hanging over his right shoulder. He was reading a book, not looking up just yet.

"Who did you bring with you?" He questions as we slowly make our way over to him.

"This is Queen Y/n," Tubbo says already almost next to Techno.

"Ranboo, I don't know how to walk stairs," I whisper, a blush covering my cheeks as I looked down at the staircase. I didn't notice but Techno actually looked over, raising one of his eyebrows.

"She is a bee..," Tubbo added. Ranboo looked puzzled, unsure of how to help the bee Queen down the stairs. Techno seemed to notice and with a sigh, he put his book down. Standing up, with quick strides of his long legs he walked past Tubbo and Ranboo, up the stairs towards me. Standing in front of me he holds out both of his hands.

"Hold my hands," he says, still in the same monotone voice, the demand lingering a bit with annoyance. Slightly startled with the demand, I place my smaller hands into his much bigger ones. Slowly he guides me down the big staircase, one step at a time, him taking one step backwards as I take one forward. My legs are still wobbly but his hold on my hands keeps me from falling.

"Thank you," I whisper, being very grateful for his help.

"It's no problem. Take a seat," he says to all of us, gesturing to the sofas. He rings a bell and within seconds another piglin enter the room, grunting at Techno. "Bring us some tea," the piglin nods and just as quickly as he enters he is gone. The room is filled with pure silence as we sit, Techno staring directly at me but I didn't dare look into his eyes. He gave off this very intimidating aura, so instead, I played with the lace on my dress.

It takes what feels like hours but is actually only a few minutes for the piglin to return, this time with four teacups, a teapot, milk and sugar. He is quick to place everything down, pouring tea into every cup before leaving the room for the last time.

"So, care to explain why you brought a human Queen bee to my castle?" Techno asks after picking us his cup. Leaning back against the sofa, instantly taking a sip of his tea.

"Well," Ranboo starts. Explaining to Techno how they found me, why I was outside of the hive to begin with, all the way to the portal. "So I went through the portal first, then Y/n and then Tubbo. The only problem was, I never saw Y/n come through. Just Tubbo. When she went through the portal she somehow became human."

"Hmm," Techno hummed, from what I could tell he had no facial expression but the sound of the hum made me believe he was thinking. "And let me guess, you guys think I can turn her back into a bee?"

"That- Yeah, that-that is correct," Ranboo stutters.

"I am sorry, King Technoblade, if I had known this would happen I wouldn't have come with them. I am sorry to have become a burden to you," I spoke softly, looking down into the cup of tea, seeing my own reflection. I looked so different yet so similar. But I couldn't go back like this, for one I was human, second I wouldn't fit in the hive and third I would probably be banned from my own hive. I know that sounds stupid but me already venturing out of the hive was bad for said hive.

Techno doesn't respond immediately as he stares at the dejected Queen. He too could have lost his royal status a while back when he turned human. He understood what Y/n was going through.

"Alright, first things first," Techno sighs. "This happened when she came through the portal right?" Getting nods from all three. "Have you tried going back through the portal?" Ranboo seems to instantly facepalm himself at the very obvious idea. "I guess not," standing up abruptly he walks over to the Queen who was sat on the opposite sofa, diagonal from him. He offers his hand to her. "Let's try that first then shall we."

I take his hand as he helps me stand up. Once upright and balanced he hooks his arm around my elbow for a better hold. He takes careful strides as he leads the three of us out of the library.

"I didn't know you had a portal in the castle," Tubbo says as he and Ranboo follow behind Techno and me.

"It's for me and staff in case we need something from the overworld. We don't reveal its coordinates as that could lead to people infiltrating my castle from the inside."

"Smart, smart," Ranboo mumbles. It doesn't take too long before we reach the portal room and the two of us stand in front of it. My heartbeat picking up at just the sight of it.

"Alright, Queen Y/n, I understand that you're nervous," Techno's monotone voice spoke gently. "I'll be right with you, alright. Just follow me in and we'll go through together," I nod in acknowledgement of his reassuring words, taking a deep shaky breath. "Alright, Ranboo, Tubbo, you guys stay here, alright," after getting a nod from the two teens he starts to lead the two of us into the portal. "If it helps, you can always close your eyes," he whispers to me as we set the first foot into the portal. I nodded, gripping onto his hand tighter and closing my eyes.

I could tell we reached the Overworld when the air around me felt a lot colder. I didn't have a massive headache like it did before. Hell I didn't even feel any different. I still had my eyes closed.

"I didn't change, did I?" I mutter quietly. I gentle sigh comes from Techno.

"I'm sorry, Queen Y/n," he says. I open my eyes, staring at the ground. I start mumbling 'no, no, no' quietly and I slightly start to panic. I let go of Techno and go back through the portal, not even waiting a second once I am through, I go back through again and again and again. When I am back in the Overworld for a fourth time, ready to go back through again, Techno pulls me away from the portal. He turns me to look at him, taking away my hands which were covering my face. He gently cupped my face and wiped away my tears that I hadn't realized had started falling from the pure panic. "Y/n, I know you're panicked, but it's going to be okay," he says gently, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. He pulls me closer, carefully pulling me into a hug. I could tell he wasn't really a hugger but he knew I needed the comfort at the moment. "Look, I can't promise you that I can change you back, but I will do my absolute best, I promise you that."

"Thank you," I mumble into his chest. We stay in the hug for a bit longer as I calm down. His hand gently rubbing my back as I hiccup a bit. I slowly pull away from his warm embrace, my hands lingering on his chest. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "Thank you."

"It's okay, don't apologize," Techno gently holds my hand, slowly starting to guide me towards the portal again. "Let's go back alright?" I nod and follow him back through the portal. The warmth of the Nether feeling surprisingly comforting.

"Everything okay?" Ranboo asks as soon as we come back through.

"It will be," is what Techno answers, leading us to an entirely different room. Barrels were scattered all around filled with vials and hay to keep the vials from breaking. Shelves filled with potions, some hidden behind a locked glass case. Different ingredients for potions labeled and organized in chests and barrels. In the middle of the room stood multiple cauldrons and brewing stands. "Alright, I have one potion I know by heart that we can try out," he leads me over to a small wooden stool for me to sit down. I thank him and watch as he gives me a sweet smile before getting to work. He strides around the room getting all the ingredients he needs.

Third POV

Mean while Tubbo and Ranboo stand together, still close to the entrance. Both staring at the King and Queen, watching how the two interact with each other.

"Do you think..."

"Yes."

"But what happens when she's back to being a bee?"

"I have no clue."

The two kept staring as the two royals joked around and got to know each other. Chuckles and giggles filling the room. The two completely forgetting that the two teens were still there.

Y/n POV

"Alright, it's ready!" Techno announces after almost an hour of brewing. Pouring the pink potion into a vial, blowing on it to cool it down just a bit. "Be careful it's still warm," he says as he hands the vial to me. I nod blowing on it once more. I give him a nervous look before bringing the vial to my lips and downing the potion. It felt like a magic trick, smoke suddenly surrounded me and a poof sound was heard.

'Wait! Dit it work!?'

When the smoke vanish I looked down and realized I was a lot closer to the floor than before. "Oh my god!" I said fluttering my wings, tho they felt a lot different. "It worked!"

"I- eh, not exactly," Techno spoke with a soft chuckle.

"What do you mean?" I ask flying closer to him.

"You're a pig with wings right now," he says with a grin on his face. "Gotta say, you look really cute like this," he chuckles when I try to growl at him but instead I make snorting noises. "Yep, definitely cute. Hold up, I think I know what went wrong," he goes over to a barrel and takes out a vial of honey making me gasp.

"You better not have taken that without asking!" I tell him with a pointed look.

"I- eh- eh..." I turn my back to him with a huff, sitting down on the stool. Angry snorting noises coming from me. "I am sorry, okay," Techno says coming over to me, kneeling behind me. "You can't really blame me tho, before today I had no idea bees could talk," I huff again. "Hey, please, I'm sorry," I turn my head to look at him. "Can you drink this, please? It's milk, it should take the potion effect away," I fully turn around and let him pour the milk into my mouth, having no hands to hold the glass. Just like before I am surrounded by smoke. The smoke disappears and I look down at Techno, who is still kneeling in front of me, with crossed arms.

"Next time, all you gotta do is ask, alright?"

"Alright, I will," he says sincerely, receiving a smile from me. With that he goes back to brewing, another hour flying by. Tubbo and Ranboo having decided to leave the royals alone and roam around the big quarts castle.

"Is it ready?" I ask when I see him pour the golden potion into a vial.

"It is," he answers simply, handing me the vial. "Keep in mind, that if this doesn't work it may take a while," he informs me. I nod about to down the potion, but he stops me with a gentle hand. "But I don't want you to worry, alright."

"I know, I trust you," I tell him before downing the potion. I look up at Techno when after a while nothing happened.

"Hmm. I genuinely thought this would work," he confesses.

"I- it's o-okay," I said quietly, trying not to cry. "Y-you don't have an e-estimate time, r-right?"

"Of the next potion? Yeah, no. I'm sorry it didn't work."

"It's okay," I sniff slightly. "T-thank you for-for your help. I-I guess I should go home, a-and tell the bees."

"Wait, before you go," he takes out a bell, rings in and a piglin is quick to walk in. "Bring Ranboo and Tubbo back here," The piglin grunts in acknowledgement and runs off to fetch the two teens. "Tubbo and Ranboo will escort you back," he says gently. "Tubbo, what are the coordinates of the beehive?" He asks said teen as soon as he enters the room. Tubbo is quick to give him the coordinates. Techno heading off into a corner of the room where from a barrel he gets out a map, and a compass. Adding something to both items before handing both items to me. "If for whatever reason you need me, this map will lead you right to me, along with this compass," he explains when I open the map. On said map I was visible as a white arrow that showed me the inside of the castle, showing me I stood in front of a pink pig icon which was Techno. "If you tap the map it will zoom in or out," he steps a bit away from me. "The gold line between us shows you the quickest way to reach me."

"Thank you," I give him a genuine smile. I give him a hug before going with Tubbo and Ranboo who bring me safely back to the hive. The walk there is surprisingly quiet, all unsure on what to say or even talk about. "Thank you for bringing me back safely," I tell them sincerely. "I'll go and talk to the hive now, I hope you don't mind giving me some privacy."

"Of course," Ranboo says, pulling Tubbo with him to walk a bit back from where they came from.

Third POV

"What do you think will happen?" Tubbo asked Ranboo as they observed the Queen. She had knocked gently on the hive with her finger as to not startle the bees too much. And two bees came out to talk to her.

"I don't know, she's still human which means she can't enter the hive. Queens aren't supposed to leave the hive to begin with. Only when the entire hive is moving location," Ranboo says, watching closely to how the two bees react to the Queen.

"Techno said he'll continue working on a potion for her that should change her back into a bee. What do you think will happen to the two of them then? I mean we both saw the way they looked at each other."

"I know but I-" Ranboo cuts himself off when he see the two bees enter the hive, leaving Y/n outside with tears streaming down her face. Before he can even address her, she runs off in a random direction. "Wha- Where is she going?"

"I don't know, should we follow?" Tubbo asks following Y/n's dress through the trees. "Or should we leave her for a moment?"

"I don't know, we can follow slowly, giver her time to think," with that the two teens follow the queen. Sadly they loose sight of her pretty quickly.

Techno's POV

With a frustrated sigh I drop the book onto the table. I was back in the library, three stacks of books on the table around me. I had picked out multiple books on potions and transfiguration. Y/n had looked so upset when both potions didn't work, along with the whole portal incident. I don't wanna disappoint her, but at the same tim-

"Techno," my head shot up from the open book on the table. There stumbling down the staircase was the Queen bee. She had tears running down her puffy pink cheeks.

"Hey, what's going on?" I ask concerned, walking over quickly, meeting her at the bottom of the stairs where she instantly falls into my chest. Holding onto my dress shirt tightly. She sobs quietly into my chest and I know not to speak. I wrap my arms around her gently, it feeling almost natural to hold her close like this. I rub her back gently, my other hand moving to her head, caressing her head.

"I'm sorry," Y/n speaks softly it being more muffled by her face being hidden in my chest.

"It's alright," I squeeze her a bit in reassurance. "I told you you could always come here for whatever reason," I tell her quietly, placing a gentle peck on her forehead. "I wasn't lying, I am here for you, alright?" I feel her nod against my chest, she sniffs a few times before slowly pulling away, just enough to look up at me. Her hands staying on my chest.

"I-I.. I don't-don't have a h-home anymore," she quietly confesses. "I- I'm not a-allowed back, unless I am a b-bee," she looks down in - I think - shame. She removes one hand off my chest, she grabs her crown, throwing it on the floor.

"Wha-"

"I don't deserve it," she says in a clear whisper. I decide not to say anything, ignoring the voice in my head that want me to mock her for this action. She doesn't need anyone else talking her down, not now, not ever.

"You can stay here with me, alright," I tell her, grabbing hold of the hand that now hangs loosely at her side. "My home will be your home for however long you need it to be," she looks up at me, a sad but thankful look in her eyes. "Would you like me to bring you to your room?" I ask, already knowing exactly what room I want her to be in.

"Yes please, I could use some sleep," she answers quietly. I nod, giving her a smile.

"Alright," I lead her back up the stairs, looking back once, at the beautiful crown that laid discarded on the floor. 'I'll have to keep it safe for her'. The walk is quiet, there being no need to speak. She gently leans on me as we walk, her head on my shoulder. I couldn't help but smile when I felt her head hit my shoulder. Some of the voices panicked, while others were cooing at the cute Queen bee. "This is it," I tell her when we reach the room. I open the door for her and walk her inside. "If you need me for anything, you know how to find me, and other wise, my room is right across from you."

"Thank you, Techno," she says with a slight smile on her lips. "It means a lot to me," she seems hesitant for a moment before she stands on her tippy toes and pecks my cheek just below my mask.

Y/n's POV

Weeks go by and I ended up staying with Techno in his castle. It took me a while to get used to this human body but I loved it. I learned new human things every day with the help of Techno all the while he did his best to combine his kingly duties and making a potion to make me a bee again. I was so grateful of him so I tried my best to make things easier for him. I did so by fetching stuff for him or getting him something to drink. Just anything really. During these weeks me and Techno had gotten a lot closer too. We had fallen into quite the cute routine, I would wake up before him, go down to the kitchen and make him tea. I hadn't learned how to make or cook any foods yet. But Techno would tell me it was fine that I didn't know how to cook, that's what the piglins were there for. Once the tea would be ready I would go up to his room and knock. Usually, he would still be asleep, so I would crack the door open just a snitch to check, before entering the room.

"Techno," I whisper while walking over to the bed quietly. Setting the cup down on the nightstand. Walking over to the windows I open the curtains. There was no such thing as sunlight here, but it was definitely lighter out there than inside the room.

"Always the curtains," Techno complains jokingly from the bed. Giggling, I flutter my wings getting on top of the bed.

"It's morning, time to get up," I tell him whilst sitting next to him. Patting his leg over the sheets in a way to wake him up more.

"The nether doesn't have time," Techno teases, pulling on my hand to make me lay down next to him. Yeah, I loved these moments.

"Did you end up staying up till later?" I ask while I lie next to him.

"Yeah," he says with an expressive sigh. "I think I might have found it," I sit up straight instantly.

"Really?" I whisper hopefully. Techno nods looking up at me with a gentle smile. A bright smile takes over my face as I leap forward wrapping my arms around him. Connecting my lips to his in a kiss filled with gratefulness. I could tell it startled him slightly, but this wasn't the first time we had kissed. Techno slowly sat up, our lips still connected, his hand moving to my cheek. Running his hand through my hair he pulls suddenly making me gasp. He slips his tongue into my mouth, meeting mine they fight over dominance, tho Techno had already won. After a while we pull away to properly breath, a dark blush lingering on my cheeks.

"Alright, even tho I love kissing you, I think we should get up," Techno says, a slight smirk on his lips when he notices my red cheeks.

"Wait, do you want me to brush you hair first?" I ask when he sits on the edge of the bed. I don't wait for an answer, flying off the bed, I walk and grab the hair brush along with a hair tie from a dresser. I sit down behind him and start to gently brush the knots out of his beautifully long pink hair.

"I'm going to miss this," I hear Techno mumble as he lets out a sigh. I can't tell whether its a sigh of enjoyment or of reluctance. So I let it slide for now. Once I am done getting all the knots out, I start to braid his hair loosely, knowing he preferred it that way.

"Alright, done," I tell him after I take his crown off its stand and gently placing it on his head.

"Thank you," he is quick to get dressed in his walk in closet and then we're off to the brewing room. On the way he shows me the book where he found the possibly working potion in. He was going to need quite a few ingredients but we both knew he had all of them in stock.

It takes a few hours to make but we endure it and when its ready I am just so nervous. I couldn't wait to go home! But at the same time, would I ever get to see Techno again?

"Alright, this is it," Techno says once he pored the finished potion into a vial. "Do you want to try it now?"

"Yeah, lets do it," I tell him nervously. Taking my hand, he gives me a reassuring squeeze. Taking the vial I look into his ruby eyes for encouragement. Those beautiful eyes being visible since he had gotten used to not wearing his mask around me. Ever since I spent a night in his bedroom when I had gotten scared of a wither Skelton terrorizing me outside my window. With one last gulp I drink the potion like a shot and wait with closed eyes. "Did it work?" I ask uncertain.

"Why don't you take a look for yourself," hesitantly I open my eyes looking down I notice that there is no dress and instead just empty space.

"Oh my god! It worked! Techno, thank you so much!" I fly up to him and nuzzle his cheek making him chuckle.

"Yes, I know I am a genius," he chuckles. "Let's bring you home now, alright," he takes two more vials and fills them with leftover potion, mumbling a 'just in case'. Grabbing a satchel he places the potions in there. "I need to grab one more thing, stay here and I'll be right back, alright?" I nod and watch as he leaves.

'Would the bees let me leave in order to meet Techno? Probably not. If anything I would probably be forced to stay inside for the rest of my days'

"Okay, lets go," Techno says once he's back, his face now covered with a pig mask. The way to the portal closest to home is quiet as Techno protects me from anything that tries to attack, from Ghasts, Blazes and Hoglins to just regular skeletons.

"I'm going to miss you," I tell him just before we reach the portal. Techno seems surprised before putting on what seems to be a serious face.

"Me too, but you're always allowed to visit, keep that in mind."

"That's the thing, I don't think they'll allow me to leave the hive when I return."

"I'll come visit you then, the potion will most likely work on me too."

"You would?" I ask with a small smile playing on my lips.

"Definitely," he chuckles. Looking back forward we see the portal. Taking a deep breath both of us walk through. Instantly I notice a difference.

"I swear it has to do with this portal specifically," I grumble as I stare down at my dress, me having turned human once more.

"Good thing I brought extra," Techno smiles taking another vial from the satchel and I swear I see something else glisten inside. "It's going to be okay," he says, placing a reassuring peck on my cheek. I nod and take the potion once more, instantly turning to my bee self again.

"At least the potion isn't world related," I chuckle and we continue the rest of the long walk towards my hive.

"Wait a second," I whisper when we're almost there.

"Wha- why?" Techno asks confused, while my eyes are set on something. Tears already forming in my eyes.

"No...," I mutter, picking up the pace, I fly over to the hive just to see it grayed out and not taken care of. "No, no, no!" Flying into the hive I am met with a horrifying sight.

"Look who we have here," a frustrated voice says. "The Queen who oh so desperately wanted to leave the hive. Look what happened."

"B-but I-... I didn't mean for this to happen!" I tell the only bee left alive.

"Yeah, well, it did," the bee gives me an angry look before heading for the opening. "I wouldn't suggest staying. You're now the Queen of an empty hive," with that he flies out. I land on the floor as tears start freely rolling down my cheeks. I got everyone killed, just because I wanted to see the world. A hive does not function without its Queen...

I stay there on the floor for a while longer just mourning and feeling disappointed in myself. A gentle knock on the hive makes me get up. Knowing its Techno I fly out but turn so I don't look at him.

"I told you I'm not worthy of wearing my crown," I tell him quietly. "Because of my selfish action, I got my entire hive killed."

"Y/n, it's not your fault," Techno says making me scoff. 'As if'. "You didn't know the portal would make you human, no one could have warned you for that either! No one knew bees could talk till you decided to come out."

"Techno, it is entirely my fault! If I hadn't been selfish I would still have a living and thriving hive!" I burst out at him. "A hive doesn't function without its Queen. I left for selfish reasons and it killed the hive up to the last one standing!" Techno stays silent as I rant, definitely not used to me reacting like this. "Do you know who that was? That last bee was James, my personal guard. Someone who always looked out for me and told me I was the best Queen this hive had ever had. I cared so fucking much about every single bee. I was the only Queen to ever learn every single bees name," I cry out, sinking down to the grass-covered ground. "And now they're all dead. Just- ... just stomp on me. I don't deserve to live while they're not here."

"No," is the simple answer Techno gives. I stare at him wide eyed, shock covering my face. "Look I am no bee expert, but no matter what being you are. You shouldn't have to be locked up in one space for the rest of your life-"

"I mean, I could roam the hive-"

"You know what I mean, Y/n! I could tell from the moment I met you, you weren't meant for the bee life. You wanna go see the world, you want to explore, want to go on adventures! Being cooped up in that hive would not make you happy!" I couldn't help but agree. He was right. I did want to do those things. I loved being there for all my bees but the longing to go outside was much, much bigger. "So, I have a proposal for you," he clears his throat, getting down on one knee. "Would you, Y/n L/n, do the honors of becoming my Queen? We'll take care of all the piglins in my kingdom, go on adventures together and explore the entire world and beyond," my eyes grow wide when I see him take out my crown from the satchel, presenting it to me.

"You- A-are you sure?" I ask quietly, looking from my crown up to him.

"Well, preferably in human form, but yes," he chuckles sincerely, making me smile my sad tears replaced with happy once.

"I would love to be your Queen," I tell him with a grin on my face. "You don't happen to have any milk on you, do you?" Techno chuckles at my face before reaching into the satchel and handing me some milk. Drinking it quickly I transform in front of him, sitting on my knees in front of his kneeled being. I look down shyly, only looking up when I feel something heavy being placed on my head. It was my crown. With a bright smile I jump into his arms, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips.

And they lived happily ever after! Going on adventures together to who knows where!

I hope you enjoyed this long ass oneshot! Let me know what you think and maybe hopefully stick around for a few more!

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #technoblade #technoblade x reader #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x you #c!techno #c!techno x reader

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imagines-babes · 1 year

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TechnoBlade (c!)

Probably won’t write about him unless if it’s his c! Techno only.

If you were dating ________

Prt 1

Starry Starry Night

Techno wasn't always uptight and had no time for fun. Then he had y/n to smile and laugh. Till one night change everything

#x y/n #twitchstreamer #fanfic #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfiction #dreamsmp #technoblade #dsmp techno #c!techno #c!technoblade #c!techno x reader #c!techno x y/n

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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Ok my request is basically a Techno request (cuz im a huge simp)

The reader is Techs partner and they have chronic back pain, it's gotten so bad that they can't lay, sit or stand for Long periods of time due to the Chronic back pain. And after a day of Working in their little garden that they somehow maneged to keep alive in the Tundra they notice that they can't get up, they try to lean up and stretch but it feels like a rubber band snapped in half in their back and a loud crack is heard which startles Steve who was close by to keep an eye on the reader. They aren't able to move and their starting to panic not only because they can't move but also because of the immense pain in their back. Steve ends up getting Techno, who helps them up and just takes care of them. Just something sweet and soft with a little bit of angst/anxiety mixed into it.

(also this totally didn't happen to me nooo)

I hope you feel better babes. That sounds terrible :(

Have you thought of getting that checked out? Or just taking it a little easier from day to day? Dunno if that helps but it's worth a shot

Techno was extremely concerned

He didn't show it very well, but if you looked close enough a small worry line has creased in between his furrowed eye brows

You were laying down next to a warm and purring Steve who occasionally looked up at Techno with big eyes as if saying "will they be okay?"

The piglin hybrid was one more incident away from calling Phil and seeing if the avian had any sort of technique to heal you. Or at least ease the pain a little bit

But for now there wasn't much any of you could do right now but wait the pain out together

So with a reluctant sigh and a soft gaze he nestled down next to you

#techno x reader #techno #c!techno #c!techno x reader #dsmp #dsmp x reader #(y/n)#anon asks

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bivwifeybunny · 2 years

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y'all pls

send me some fluffy or cozy blurbs/brainrot i beg u

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rkay07 · 6 months

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The One Who Speaks

C!Technobladex Fem!Reader

(You and Techno used to be best friends until he developed a crush on you now suddenly 10 years have passed and all you want is a glimpse of him)

Warnings - A/N: Physical Touch, Make-out session but nothing too heated.

FLUFF!

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Traveling to Philza’s place for your monthly visit was a nice time to reflect, maybe to do something different, maybe don’t travel through the ocean with nothing but your backpack until you come across a shipwreck to make a boat. Yeah, reflecting. Visiting Philza gave you a sense of peace, hearing his stories, seeing he’s doing alright after everything, seeing it’s possible to move on from things you thought would be forever. He gives you hope that one day you might move on from your own problems, like being alone 24/7, traveling to pass the time, and having this stupid “crush” on Technoblade. When you were pre-teens he all of a sudden stopped paying attention to you and all you could do was accept it, you left him in the dust on your horse, sent away to live with your aunt that was hundreds of miles away. You only started visiting Phil when you heard about the town being blown up, you wanted to make sure he was ok. He was like family to you, so one year ago you decided to make the trip to see him and now you go once a month to catch up. When you first went the first thing you asked him was, “Is Techno ok?” He smiled and shook his head softly, “Y/n, you know him…” he walked to the table you were sitting at with two mugs of tea in his hands, “Technoblade never dies.” You smiled with him, “I don’t know him now but yes. He never dies.” He pressed his lips together at your comment, putting one of the mugs in front of you. You thanked him, and picked it up to warm your hands, “Where is he, if you don’t mind me asking?” Phil looked at you with pity written all over his face, “I don’t mind and remember that, but darling I’m going to be honest with you.” He sighed looking down at his mug, “I haven’t seen him in weeks, he rarely speaks to me anymore…” Your eyes widened, you felt a rush of coldness washed over you. You became cold to the touch even with the hot cup in your hands, “I take that back actually,” You looked up from the mug, ready to take anything he had of Techno, “He checks on me from time to time, sometimes even spends the night but he walks around like I’m not there.” Your eyes soften at his words, sorry for what’s happened between them. You looked at his free hand, taking it into yours and squeezing it, “I’m sure he has his reasons.” He nods, flashing a quick smile. You were worried but you “knew” Techno and he would never neglect someone or something unless he had a reason to but you still questioned it when it came between you and him.

You were still miles away from Philza’s house, and wondering if you might have taken a wrong turn somewhere. You slow your horse down and take a look at your map, glancing in all directions trying to see anything familiar, then you see a landmark that’s on the map. You exhale, the anxiety dissipating as you put the map back into your bag. You snap the reins to walk again when you see a shadow on the ground, a shadow that could only be made if it was in the air. You have your horse come to a complete stop, sliding off and looking at the shadow then up into the sky. A bird was flying high in the sky, making circles around you. You whistle, bringing it down to you. The bird lands and you notice it was a crow! All you could think were negative thoughts, hoping to God that Phil was okay. You pull some seeds out of your side bag, pouring some on the ground for the crow. The crow hops over and sets a scroll down before pecking at the pile of seeds. You pick the scroll up, standing to look at it better.

My dearest Y/n, you’re probably worried that something’s happened to me but I couldn’t be better, I just wanted to give you a heads up that I’ll be having company over while you're on your way. I don’t know how far you are but I hope you aren’t too far. I would like you to see them before they have to go, Love Phil.

You smile down at the lovely note, thinking that Tommy might have been there but you have talked to him before at Phil’s house so who could it be. You ponder on it for quite a moment before your eyes widen and your jaw drops.

It could be Techno, you thought.

You roll the scroll back up and put it in your bag, seeing the wonderful crow ate all the seeds up, you chuckle and decide to give him more just out of likeness of the note. You get up on your horse, snapping the reins one last time before setting off to Phil’s house, which wasn’t more than a few miles away.

You see Phil’s house appear in the distance, grinning and kicking at your horse to go faster for this last stretch. All you could think about was possibly seeing Techno, finally locking eyes with him after all these years. You slow your horse down as you approach his house, hopping off before he even comes to a complete stop. You shake dust out of your hair and pat yourself down before knocking on the door. You knock on the door and wait for someone to open it for you. You turn around to your horse that’s neighing at you from behind, you try your best to shush him but he decides to be stubborn after a long and hard ride. You wave him off as the door clicks, you whip your head around to meet Tommy, “Tommy!” You yell, “Ay!” Tommy yells back pointing finger guns at you. You smile at him, raising your arms up to hug him. Laughing as he picks you up and spins you around in the house. Closing the door as he sets you down, “Come on, I want you to see someone.” He says, too fast for you to understand but grabs your hand just as quickly as he spoke pulling you towards the kitchen. Light-headed from the laughing and spinning you stumble behind him, trying to not fall to the ground. He slows down, walking into the kitchen. You keep your hand in his, waiting to see the one and only Techno but when you round the corner you’re met with a transparent figure, almost shiny with the sun beaming through it. You narrow your eyes as it turns around, “Guess you weren’t expecting me?” It says, you’re left speechless, mostly trying not to cry. It was Wilbur. Phil told you about the war, when Wil told him to kill him. Holding back tears, you cover your mouth, “Wil?” You knew it was him but you had to make sure. He nods, making you whimper. You walk up to him knowing you would go right through but you wanted to be close. You breathe out as you look at his face, so dark and light. You raise your hands, roaming the air where his face would be but all you could feel was freezing air. He brings his hands to your wrists, marking them with cold rings. You chuckle softly as tears fall from your face, trying to smile but wince at the every-longing want of his hands in yours. He was such a big inspiration of yours but when you heard he had turned evil it was hard to think of him highly. But then, you heard of his death and it shattered you. When you were little, he was always there for you, especially when Techno started to grow distinct, he was there. You missed him so much but now seeing him, his presence, you finally had closure.

You take a deep breath in and let it out, keeping your eyes on him as you step away. Walking backwards to Tommy, you look at Wilbur one last time as he waves at you. You give him a small wave back before he dissipates into thin air. You turn around to bury your face into Tommy's chest, he hugs you back with watery eyes. You could hear him sniffling, you chuckle, “It’s ok Tommy, he’s in a better place now.” He rubs his eyes and scoffs, “What do you mean, I know that, why wouldn’t I know that. I mean look at me.” You remove your face from his chest, as you look up at him, “I know you needed that as much as I did.” He scoffs again, “No I didn’t, I was perfectly fine without him.” You laugh, making him laugh too, as he shakily breathes in and out, “Oh, how I missed him.” You wipe tears off your face, “Me too Tommy, me too.”

You and Tommy were sitting at the kitchen table laughing when the both of you hear the side door open and loud boots fill the house as they stomp off whatever was on them. You look at Tommy with confusion but all he does is smile, making you even more confused. A loud nauseated voice booms through the hallway, “Hey Phil there’s a random horse eating snow in the front, it has a bunch of stuff on it too-” The giant stops in his tract, this time very real. When he sees you, he pulls his mask down from his face, “Y/n?” You stand up, your eyes not believing it, your mind not believing it, but your heart does. Your heart believes it’s really him, it’s really Technoblade. You clear your throat, not sure what to say, “Uh- hey-” You were always speechless around him, never knowing what to say, how to say it. He takes a step closer as he pulls his gloves off, “Uh…” He couldn’t speak either, his eyes were roaming your body, he wanted them to do all the talking. You and Techno stand there in place just looking at each other for a good moment.

Tommy stands up, making sure to make as much noise as possible, “Hey big guy, how was work-” Techno leans down to Tommy ear’s, “Get out.” Tommy mouths ok and walks off to the front door, saluting at you. You watched him as he walked and saluted back at him. You put your gaze back on Techno noticing he was a little closer than before. You don’t think you can hold it in anymore but with it being 10 years, you didn’t know if he felt the same way. You watch him as he stops just a couple feet away from you, your breathing becomes heavy, heat rushes to your cheeks. You open your mouth to speak but nothing except a chuckle comes out, he watches you look at the ground and to the side looking out the window. Every inch of you is on his mind, he takes his hand and brings it to your chin to draw your attention back to him. You look at him with doe eyes, thinking about all the times he looked at you with those same charming eyes. You pull away though not wanting to get too close, not wanting to feel the same urge you felt when you were just a kid. You look away towards the window for a second but he pulls you back, now arm around your waist and hand on your chin, keeping your eyes on him.

You find it hard to not look at him with your faces only inches apart, his long pink hair falling over his shoulder and into his face. You cave in finally, your eyes traveling his face for it has been too long since you’ve seen him, “Techno…” You breathe out, his breathing becoming just as heavy as yours. You find the back of his neck with one hand and the back of his shoulder with the other. Gripping at his shirt, he looks down at your lips, “Why did I wait so long?” Your heart flutters at his words as they roll off his lips and onto your own. You mouth I don’t know, giving him a weak smile. His lips part as he moves his hand from your chin to your cheek, running it along once before diving into a deep kiss. You took a breath before his lips crashed down on yours, interlocking your fingers in his hair. He pushes you against the table a little rough, “Sorry.” he says in between a kiss. You couldn’t care less about being rammed into a table but you loved that he cared for you, “It’s ok.” You whisper, keeping the kiss going and placing your hands on the table to brace yourself. He slowly snakes his tongue into your mouth as he finds your hands and intertwines them with his. You whimper at the feeling of his tongue roaming your mouth, you grip his hands tight, making him moan. He continues to kiss you like it was the last time you were ever going to see each other, touch each other. But he wasn’t going to let that happen, he wasn’t going to pull himself away from you ever again. He wanted you more than ever before, finally having you in his arms.

You slowly start to pull away but Techno wants one more long kiss before accepting your movement, resting his head on your shoulder. He needed that break as much as you did, his breath raspy and deep on your neck. You wrap your arms around him, as he does the same. You look up to the ceiling with tears in your eyes, happy tears. Happy that you finally get to express your loving feelings to this hunk of stoicness. He glides his touch from your waist to the back of your legs, picking you up and putting you on the table with no effort. You gasp when he picks you up, looking deep into his eyes to find love and affection. He pulls you as close as possible, making you wrap your arms and legs around him. You rest your forehead on his, smiling and giggling. He couldn’t help but do the same. Your smiles always gave him warmth, from his ear tips to his toes. He always liked that about you and it has never changed, even after all these years his memory of you has never faded. He leans back so he can see you better, scanning for any new details.

He cups your cheeks and rubs his thumbs on your skin. He’s hot to the touch, making you want to melt in his arms. A single tear falls from your eye, he’s quick to gently wipe it away, kissing where the droplet was then kissing your forehead. He looks down at you, taking an impossible step towards you, “I’ve loved you for too long, to give up,” He pauses and glances at your lips, “I’ll make it my life’s mission to never let you go…again.” Your breath hitches, you couldn’t believe he was saying this to you, finally. You let out a breath with a big smile and your head vigorously nodding at his remark. He smiles back with a sigh of relief escaping from his lips. He picks you up and spins you around for a moment then plants you on your feet. Your arms still wrapped around his neck, you give him a couple of nice soft pecks on his chapped lips. You were forever happy to have him by your side now, even if he had to work. The both of you hear the side door open, “Techno! I need your help with the hay bales!” Philza’s voice rang through the house before you both heard the door close and footsteps went down the outside stairs. You look up at him and pout. His eyes narrow down the hall towards the side door, “He can wait.” Before you know it you're off up the stairs to the spare bedroom Techno sleeps in, making sure to lock the door behind him.

#c!techno #c!technoblade #c!technoblade x reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #technoblade fanfic #technoblade fluff #technoblade never dies

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iamthemain-character · 2 years

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That’s Your Ex?

c!technoblade x goddess! reader, ex!dreamXD x reader, hinted dreamXD x c!georgenotfound

she/her pronouns

TW: none

mcyt masterlist

You could practically feel the stare; sure enough, as you turned your head towards your partner, he was looking at you as if he had never seen you before.

You straightened up, stretching after being bent over the potato garden for hours. The snow was lightly melting, and you knew that Technoblade enjoyed the moments of sunshine that broke the monotony of snowy tundra.

Collecting the harvested potatoes, you still could feel Techno watching you.

“It’s impolite to stare you know.”

“Art is meant to be looked at.”

Slightly scoffing at the complimentary pickup line, you threw a clump of dirt at your partner. “That was cheesy and you know it.”

Technoblade smiled, getting up and walking over to you. When he reached your side, he held your face in his hands, his thumbs gently running over your cheeks. “Maybe, but you are absolutely gorgeous.”

Technoblade placed a kiss on your forehead before turning and taking his basket of seedling potatoes back towards the house. Collecting up your materials as well, you followed his footsteps.

Just as you were coming around the corner, however, you saw Technoblade standing, his sword drawn. Hearing your footsteps as you approached he held his hand out, warning you to stay back, but you were not so easily wavered. Looking over Techno’s shoulder, you saw what the threat was:

your ex.

More specifically, DreamXD. You two had once had an on again, off again type of relationship, mostly full of grand gifts and excessive flirting on your ex’s part. Eventually you got tired of it and moved on, and later you were rewarded with the love of your life.

But DreamXD was a jealous god, and he had a hard time letting you go. He used to try to win you back, swinging wildly between lavish gifts and intense threats. You knew at the end of the day, however, that he would never lay a hand on you. You both were wise enough to know that no one ever won in a war between gods.

Eventually, you did tire of the constant unwelcome attention, so you moved into the mortal realm. And that was how you met Technoblade and eventually fell in love.

But now DreamXD was here again, determined to ruin the peace. Rolling your eyes, you walked by Techno, arms crossing over your chest as you stopped in front of DreamXD.

“Y/n.” His voice was smooth and echoey this time, the one he used when he wanted to fit in with mortals.

“DreamXD. What are you doing here?”

The god titled his head, playing up innocence. “It’s been a while Y/n, can’t I come see you?”

Scoffing, you shook your head in return. “We both know you don’t just ‘come to see’ people. Please don’t tell me you want me to come back to you again.”

DreamXD paused a moment, considering your words. “You really don’t miss what we had, what we were?”

“No. No DreamXD, I don’t miss you.”

He didn’t respond; he simply stood there and stared at you. He shifted his gaze behind you, looking at Technoblade.

“You fell in love with a mortal.”

You felt Technoblade get closer to you, his sword still drawn in case you needed protection. You smiled despite yourself, trying to appear as neutral as possible. “I did.”

DreamXD nodded again, but he seemed distant, like he was thinking about something entirely different. “These mortals, they do have a strange charm to them, do they not.”

Just as he said those words, a figure came crashing through the tree line. Clad in blue with large, white-rimmed glasses, they approached DreamXD casually.

“Where have you been? You said you were going to help me?” The crisp accent came through, the person impatiently looking at the god.

You watched as DreamXD’s entire body language changed, his attention solely on this one person. You saw him become possessive and obsessive, and you recognized that this must be the “strange charm” DreamXD had just been talking about.

The newcomer started walking away, and DreamXD followed after. Looking back one last time, he nodded, a sign of farewell to you. As the pair disappeared into the distance, you took a deep breath and turned to look at your partner. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Technoblade pulled you in close, touching your foreheads together.

“What the heck was that Y/n?”

“Oh, that was my ex, sorry about that.”

Technoblade blinked a couple times, trying to process this information. “The god of this server is your ex???”

You pressed a kiss to his lips before letting go and walking back to the house, grabbing the potatoes you had previously abandoned. “Don’t worry, he’s just an ex, that’s all.”

“Heh?????”

#dsmp #dream smp #technoblade #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #c!techo x reader #c!technoblade x reader #c!techno #c!technoblade #dreamxd #dreamxd x reader #dreamxd x georgenotfound

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character-dsmp-things · 8 months

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Hi love <33 Could u do like a (platonic) SBI x Reader where the reader's like a teenager, maybe a year younger than tommy? And they're really good with weapons, fighting and pvps? Take ur time on this or feel free to ignore this, have a great day, love. xx

AGH IVE BEEN ABSENT APOLOGIES

C!SBI and Young Fighter Reader

Platonic SBI!!

Techno

Takes to you like a good older brother.

“You know you’re better at this than Tommy. He’s gonna be really upset.”

“I’m gonna actually have to start trying. If you keep it up.”

“You’ve got the mind of a warrior, but do you have the heart.”

Would likely be nit picky about the little mistakes you make, just to give you something to work on. Overall he’d probably bring you out on hunting missions to help train you more for the outside world.

Tommy

The usual sibling rivalry he says he hates you but would fight for you.

“Why do you have to be better than me!”

“It’s not fair! Just because Technoblade likes you more doesn’t mean you’re a better fighter!”

Would likely tattle to Wilbur, or bring him into fights.

Asks for tips 24/7

Wilbur

Probably watches you and techno train.

“Be weary Techno! Y/n is getting pretty good they might just beat you out!”

You’ve probably had to help him out of more than one sticky situation.

“Geez you can handle a sword. Maybe you could teach Tommy a thing or two”

Philza

Feels inclined to protec

You remind him strongly of Techno,

“Nice shot kiddo. You did well.”

“I told you, that you could do it!”

Definitely gifts you nicely crafted swords as gifts.

Hope this is what you wanted!!

#dsmp #dsmp headcanon #dsmp x reader #mcyt #sleepyboisinc #c!tommy #c!wilbur #c!techno #c!philza #c!dsmp x reader #platonic

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maxismp1 · 2 years

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U wraped in his cape

First of all Technoblade has his cape 24/7 365 days a year

And its normal for it to smell like him

But he often has to go, being called my his comrads or just doing his jobs

You get lonly af, and only thing you have is Steve

So when he finaly comes home to rest, he give you his cape for you to fix it and wash it

It's not often for him to wake up and not find you by his side

But at the other hand, when you do wake up before him you just start your day

"Y/n?"

He calls for you, but no answer. He went in to a small panic.

"Y/n?"

He calls once again while getting out of your shared bed. Slowly stumbling down the leaders.

"Y/n?"

Techno was now in full panic. Going to reach for his cape on the small stand, so he could search for you outside, but it wasn't there. He didn't care enogh about right now, he cared that you are safe

Reaching for his sord on the other side of the small stand, and quickly going outside. Only to find you wraped in his red cape.

"It smells like you"

You said simply

"I smell like me too, now go back to bed"

And with that he scooped his ball of live and went back upstairs to your shared bedroom

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

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 1 year

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (19)

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

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

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Bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-0-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-0-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Schlatt whispers to you: can we talk?’

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

‘Schlatt whispers to you: please babe, come on

‘Schlatt whispers to you: i miss you

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

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