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Woes of An Immortal

(C!Technoblade x Reader)

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

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

“Are you new here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dad please.”

“You’re almost 25 Techno-”

“Only by human standards.”

“You’ve never dated a girl.”

“Dad-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…thanks for the rooms…”

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

“Er…sure?”

“You looking for a stepmom?”

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

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

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

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

“Whoever told you that is lying to you.”

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

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

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

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

“Where’s the (Y/n)?”

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

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

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

“Run.”

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

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

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

~~~

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

“Techno not right now…”

“Are you not on your break?”

“I am but-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ready?”

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

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

“Gotta get back to work…I’m ruined…”

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

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

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

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

You really were just too adorable.

~~~

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

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

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

“Okay, Papa. Love you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re such an ass.”

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

“Just stay here with us…”

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

“You are her favorite.”

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

“Yeah…yeah. I love you.”

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

“Swear?”

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

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

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

“Of course. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Carl?”

“Absolutely not.”

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

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

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

“Nah this is it.”

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

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

‘Is that Techno?’

‘No way he hasn’t aged a day!’

‘Someone tell (y/n)!’

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

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

“I missed you too dad…”

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

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

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

“Safe? Are we finally safe?”

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

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

“Just Phil and now you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely.”

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

“Shut up and hold me…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MILF.”

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

“Yes?”

“Fuck me?”

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

~~~

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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beeindaclouds · 1 year

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Hello bee! Can you do a Mentor C! Technoblade x student reader? We're like kanao from demon slayer maybe kanao backstory too? If you don't know kanao it's alright! Love your writing bee! Keep up the good work and don't forget about your health! <3

-💮 anon

Hallo 💮 anon! Another Demon Slayer request I see 👀

I've actually been watching Demon Slayer again so, good timing haha

Hope you enjoy <3

C!Technoblade as your menthor

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

Techno had found you during your lowest

You had just been sold by your parents, and now moving from village to village in order to be sold to some other person

The piglin just so happen to have seen you, rope around the waist, while a man dragged you to your next destination

Phil, who was also with him that day, had noticed you too. It took one look at Techno, and he already knew what he had to do

The crow hybrid went out to the man, gave him the money that he needed and took you home with them

You were tretaed very well there, but it took a lot of patience since you knew almost nothing

Phil took the time to teach you how to speak and write, how to take care of yourself and sometimes also how to cook

While Techno taught you how to fight

From the day you joined their family, you had become so attached to the piglin

You later grew up to be a wonderful fighter. Always ready for anything and strong enough to overcome any obstacle

He was kind and strong, and you wished to become like him, so Techno took you under your wing

Obviously training with the Blood God himself wasn't easy

He was strict and seeked out perfection, he didn't pull punches nor wver went easy on you

But you were glad he did

And you had you mentor, Technoblade, to thank for

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #technobladeblurb #beeblurbs

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areus-in-a-little-cave · 2 years

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:] new uquiz just dropped!! :D it's about c!techno obviously let me guess what level of pig your c!techno design is!

#areus rambles #c!technoblade #technoblade #bladeblr #uquiz

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theeyoungalabastor · 1 year

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Technoblade and his Apprentice: The Shattered Totem- Kill or Be Killed (Part 1)

Part 1, Part 2

(Art by: Jammie on Twitter)

Where does this take place?: The Arctic Empire, New L'Manberg, The Greater SMP

What event takes place?: Technoblade's and (Y/n)'s execution

Character pairing: Piglin!Hybrid!Technoblade and Bear!Hybrid!Reader

Information on chatacter(s): Both hybrids have a human like form but when feeling threatened both are able to shift into a bigger more animal like form that will add onto both strength, agility, and height (height to look more intimidating)

WARNINGS: Blood, character death, descriptive but mild gore, angst, explosions, murder, manipulation, foul language, freezing,

Status: Platonic, Angst, Fluff, Familial (Technoblade sees reader as a sibling)

Pronouns: They/them

Word count: 7,306 (7K)

Page count: 21.4

Summary: Having been included with the aid of destroying L'Manberg with Technoblade both the Piglin man and dear reader soon become the main target for a certain quartet. Nailing wanted posters to the wooden poles around New L'Manberg the ensemble set off with the intent of having the duo pay for their crimes. Public Execution.

A disk spun on its needle, the haunting like melody soaking into the wallpaper that layered the drywall surrounding them. A fire cackled not far from their pawed feet, hot flames lapping away at the charred wood, it's fuel radiating just enough heat to warm the bear hybrids toes. Shadows dancing with each flicker of the orange blaze.

E/c eyes drifted to the compass that sat heavily in the palm of their hand, it's sheen surface shining with the loadstone enchant which only became more apparent with the fire's illuminance glinting faintly off of the glass surface, it's red pinpointing north.

Nervousness gnawed hungrily at the pit of your rather empty stomach as the thick skin of your thumb traced the letters dug into the cold iron back, careful not to damage the devices surface with your keen talons. Ever since The Blade himself handed you the device it had been clipped to your belt safely. Every so often you would spare a glance in hopes the pin would click, directing you towards your friend's new home.

At times you would stand timidly at the end of the dock where you last saw the other hybrid, where he told you he was going to retire from everything.

The conflict.

The government.

The violence...

"Y/n..." Technoblade stare at the sun that began to rise above the horizon as if it were to be his last, tired eyes tracing over the water line as the ball of flames arose giving birth to a new morning. His hair reeked of soot and gun powder from the recent events, here and there a patch of his roseate fur was littered in dark splotches from where clumps of dirt and gravel had landed during the nation's destruction done by the hands of its own founder. But the hybrid seemed to pay no mind to his tainted coat but more on the effervescent ball of flames that bathed the smoke-filled firmament in ravishing hues of orange and gold.

He lost the man he considered a brother. Wilbur. To his own father. Impaled through the chest by a glistening diamond sword, if Techno didn't know any better, he would have mistaken the glittering blade as the one that Tommy had gifted the winged man on their last Christmas together.

"Yes Techno?" Your voice was dry, hoarse even, noticeably wavering and damn near dead of all emotion, along with the dull sheen that glossed your e/c eyes. His ruby hues drifted to meet your own. Pain pooling deeply in those blood tinted orbs. Not only did The Blade lose a brother, but you had also lost something as well.

Your home.

And your friends.

You lost their trust the minute you turned to face the Piglin hybrid, hand held out demandingly as he had already placed two of those ebony skulls atop of the four blocks of inklike sand that wept, but their cries fell onto deaf ears as he afforded his gaze to your stony features. The third skull sat in his clammy palms, ready to slam onto the last block of soul sand; but he hesitated, looking down at your outstretched hand that itched to feel the smooth bone of the skull. Without a second glance, he placed it into the heel of your palm with a firm nod.

That is probably where the two made their mistakes.

"I think I'm going to retire." His words were stern but soft as he glanced at you almost as if you were a kicked puppy cowering with its tail between its legs. Your eyes remained on the still waters that skipped across the shoreline, the sound was painful reminder of what once was. "Where will you go? Will I see you again?"

Technoblade knew you didn't hold what happened against him, especially knowing his unexplainable hatred towards governments, I mean shit. Look what it's done. He lost his brother for God's sake, to the unquenchable thirst for power that he had at the tip of his fingers.

Techno shook his head, unsure. "I honestly don't know, wherever the wind takes me I guess." Digging a hand into one of his pockets the taller male ferreted around before fishing a handheld object from its depths. You watched with a quirked brow as the taller man held out a large hand, gesturing for you to take what sat in his grasp.

"For when things go south. Go north."

At first when Techno said those words, you didn't think he meant literally, but here you were, eyes glued to the red needle that pointed north. Ever since the day of Wilbur's passing you didn't intend on living in L'Manberg- or NEW L'Manberg that is- after Tubbo took the title of the shattered nations president you had turned away from that unfinished symphony. You now resided within the barrier of the Greater SMP, atop the hill of where a certain tumultuous British boy's home was dug into.

Some people blamed you for the way things went down, Technoblade unleashing the hellish three headed beasts with the help of your traitorous hands, the TNT that tore the nation's structure, sending everything skyward. They blamed you for helping the Pigman fight against the government that drove his brother to insanity. The Government that exiled its two original founders or the same one that drove the once great leader whose eyes shown with pride's son to destroy the very walls that were made to protect him.

You glanced towards the dingy window another content smile splayed at your thinly lined lips.

You remembered the time Technoblade- the man to who you looked up to with much pride- taught you how to correctly plant potatoes.

"No, you don't plant them like that, they'll grow wonky." Pulling the vegetable from its hole, the one that you nonchalantly dug and tossed it into. You looked at the taller man that towered over you with a deadpanned expression, the six-foot something man paid no attention to your bored expression. Reaching into his pant pocket the fucia haired man ferreted for a moment. "Why? This is just a waste of fucking time they're just potatoes, nothing to get fussy or even get excited over." You spoke with the roll of your eyes and a shrug before standing beside Technoblade, dusting your soil caked fingers against your filthen and slightly tattered pants, perfect for farming.

"Yes, they are just potatoes, but these potatoes' are what is going to fuel out battalion and keep our bodies from shutting down on themselves." Pulling a blade from his pocket the other dug its sharp edge into the middle of the vegetable and skillfully cutting it in half. Glancing at your curious figure his long tail snapped back and forth with entertainment. Just a moment ago you were groaning about how potatoes weren't much to be excited about and how planting them was a waste of time.

Extending his hand towards you he held the small handheld blade in his scarred clad hand. "Cut them in half, we need to ration as many as we can so there's enough for everyone." You glanced up at the older man with uncertainty glinting in your (e/c) hues, a brow quirked to add into your iffiness.

Chuckling softly Technoblade bounced his extended hand expectantly with a soft groan. "Are you gonna take it or not? I'm trying to do a whole bonding moment with my apprentice- and my arm is starting to ache." Now it was his turn to deadpan at your stiffened figure below him. Your round ears flickered as you jumped, fingers softly surrounded the blade, face bloomed with blushing embarrassment. Clutching the blades handle you glanced innocently up at the other, eyes glinting with questioning.

Crouching slightly beside you Technoblade placed a large hand atop of your shoulder, a finger directed to the bottom of the knife. "Use this part the knife, it divides the meat in the potato better, but when you plant it make sure the small roots here-" He let his acute nails poked at the white spikes that protruded from the plants skin. "-Plant that part in the soil, make sure the cut part is facing the surface so that when it grows the plant's stem can break the surface better." Nodding you watched intently as he explained.

"Alright." Reaching into the small potato bag that hung from your hip you pulled out another potato as Technoblade turned away from you to plant the potato that he took from your hole and planted both halves in his own dug holes before scrubbing his palms against the knees of his pants as he covered the crops.

You held the potato gently, eyeing it with a faint smile before digging the tip into the skin.

That was when the days were long and grueling but empty of most problems, the most you had witnessed within the walls of Pogtopia was Wilbur's constant and rabid mental decline that plummeted like a stone in water.

Blabbering about being the villain and that if he couldn't have L'Manberg, then no one can. And with that, it was blown into the sky with the help of two shape shifting hybrids.

You clutched the compass, pulling it to your chest. Not many ever forgave you for helping destroy the same thing that they were all fighting to protect, throwing all of their work down the drain like expensive wine. Sometimes it ate at the core of your brain, no matter how badly you wanted to apologize to the children that had to face the wrath of the man with big dark horns, or even witness the once lively leader loose his ever-living mind to the nagging voices and now a boy sent to exile by his own friend, the one who he saw as an actual brother.

Is this how Eret felt? When he expressed his remorse for the final control room?

Heaving a sigh your e/c eyes drifted out of the window as your mind settled on the boisterous blonde's home, one that use to bound pridefully down the prime path that just so coincidentally happened to lead up to his doorstep, chest puffed, and head held high. It was eerily quiet without his high-pitched laugh or passive aggressive threats. A spark of memory flashed through your mind as you recall a conversation with a certain winged man.

"That kid, I'm telling ya, he's given me more gray hairs than my own son." He chuckled humorously as he watched his adopted blonde son clash his skull against the firm horn of his friend. Crying out in pain before rubbing the soon to be bruised spot that blossomed due to their recklessness. Tubbo on the other hand, clutched his stomach that grew tense with laughter a few breathy taunts leaving his cavernous lips.

He spoke about how incredibly corrupt that government was, how it tossed the presidential titles around like it were a game of Ga-ga ball, and whose ever feet the ball just so happened to hit was the new ruler of the damned nation. The blonde man spoke of how that government drove his one and only son to dementedness and now cast the other aside, doomed to bare exile with the ghastly apparition of who once was. After your departure from L'Manberg, much like Technoblade, you gifted the two a compass that led to your home located just off the prime path, a way to locate you faster when needed.

A content but solemn smile tugged at the edges of your lips as you began to reminisce the better times, the times you were still considered a 'good person' but you too, had shoved the goads of violence to the back of your mind. Now, you did not have the voices that sang out in demand for blood, but you did have the invasive or intrusive thoughts that would dance around your mind like a ballet dancing the nutcracker. They were tempting, urging you to wrap your large palms around the throat of anyone who stepped foot on your doorstep, watch as their lively eyes glazed over with the thin sheet of death or maybe see your clawed fingers tainted with the said crimson whine.

This is what war does to a person.

No matter who they are.

A person could have the kindest heart and brightest eyes that one has ever seen before being tainted by the trauma of war that could make any man go berserk.

But it's not the memories that were left behind that made these impulses bubble to the surface, it was the blood that stained your tongue during it. Once an animals tongue collides with the copper relish of blood, it lingers like honey, like a craving even. And that is exactly what it was for you, a nagging craving that had turned sour as of the recent months. You blamed the damned hybrid side of you, the rabid bear.

The snap of the fire awoke your dazed figure back to reality as you glanced over, eyeing the glowing ember that sat on the waxed wood of your floor, with a groan you heaved yourself to your pawed feet before padding towards where the smoldering chunk of charred lumber lay, nonchalantly kicking it back into the hot pit to smolder into ash.

'Get ready my dearest friend they have bound my wings, they've found you.'

Gaze snapping to the communicator that sat atop the end table next to the hard leather cover of your recent read the screen illuminated. No one ever messaged you unless they wanted something from you, or it was an emergency.

Nimbly dancing around the furniture that littered your path, your large, clawed manus lifted the device to your line of sight. It was from Philza. The text a whispered message.

>(Y/n) whispered to Ph1lzA< What do you mean 'they've found you'? Who is it?

Panic slowly installed itself into the core of your stomach as the whisper sent, jumping around like an energetic puppy being taunted with an afternoon walk.

Who found you?

What did they want?

They bound his wings?

Did he mean Chat?

Seconds felt like eons as your (e/c) hues stare daggers into the electronic device. If looks could kill, that communicator would be fine ribbons.

>Ph1lzA whispered to you< The Buther army, they found your compasses. I don't have much longer for they are confiscating the communicator, be safe m8.

Shit.

The Buther Army, a battalion of men who seek vengeance on the ones who've wronged them, and it looks that you were one of the people at the top of that list.

Your rounded ear flicked as a stoic expression stoned your features into a thin but serious line. You needed to prepare.

Instantly your hands got to work, thumbing through the pages of your brewery book, collecting the needed supplies to whip up the potions you would undoubtably be needing to face multiple men alone. The house reeked of panic as your lip pulled into a focused snarl, revealing the sharp edges of your canines, jabbing the stick to your grinding bowl against the fragile blaze rod you spun the wand, crushing the rod into a fine powder to then be turned into strength potions.

Your dark tinted armor sat on a nearby armor stand prepared and enchanted, ready for usage, in the stands hand a glistening netherite sword that shone with enchantments, in the other a bow that too sang with advanced enchants. (Technobalde had helped you find the best enchantments and how to get them).

A nearby stand bubbled as the brewing came to a finish to which you swiftly slid into your hotbar, storing the rest in the slots of your inventory. Minutes turned to hours as your grueling work was done.

Fixing the strap of your armor your pawed feet slid into the metal of your boots that had been tailored by the great Puffy herself, lords bless that woman's soft soul. With the dusting of your shoulder to rid of the red stone dust, gun powder and blaze powder you were ready, body reverberating with fluctuating anxiety that gnawed at the core of your mind, clouding it with blurry cotton.

They were bound to approach you first since you were undoubtedly closer to the reconstructing nation built off of corruption and pain and you were sure Philza had messaged Technoblade to inform him of the approaching battalion that approached your home radiating malice.

Fixing your sights on the carpet that sat at the foot of the rocking chair that you sat in just moments ago you eyed the fabric remembering what lied beneath. Swiftly making your way towards the said furniture you tossed the carpet aside revealing the trap door it concealed.

A growl left your throat as the front door vibrated from the vigorous pounding as the lock held it in place.

"(Y/n) Step out of your home and surrender your weapons." A venomous voice demanded firmly as the sound of metal on metal made it to your rounded hybrid ears, four, that's how many shadows' you'd counted from beneath the door.

The power behind each knock grew potent as you slipped down the hatch, the voice of Quackity being deafened by the banging door.

Grabbing the legs of the rocking chair you swiftly pulled it over the hatch as it rested on your head against the cold metal of your helmet. At this point the knocking was no longer but the hard thud of a boot colliding with the now splintering wood you lowered the hatch still covered with the carpet down. And with that you began climbing down just as the door was thrown against your wallpapered walls.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" The duck hybrids voice reeked with sour venom as he spoke, you could hear the group of boots thumping against the floorboards over your head. "WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT BEAR!" His voice seethed hatefully.

Your boots hit the stone of the tunnel that stretched farther than you would have liked but this here hall of cold stone is what divided you from being captured and possibly killed and freedom that shown just beyond that faintly glowing opening just a few yards away.

"Look at this," Fundy spoke deathly close to your hatch as the sound of furniture being tossed aside like a child's toy made it to your ears a deep odious chortle radiated the bird man's throat as the hatch was thrown open. Thats when the two of you made eye contact. A snarky smirk pulled at the corners of your lips as a two fingered solute was directed to the seething Quackity clad in netherite armor.

enraged vociferation erupted as you slid a speed potion from your belt and popping the cork before again glancing up at the winged man who scaled swiftly down the ladder, earth brown hues that burned with a dangerous fire still locked on your form. With a playful chuckle and wink you downed the vials contents that took effect almost as soon as it made contact with your lips, legs pumping, creating distance between you.��Capture. And freedom.

The illuminated opening approached rapidly as a crazed adrenaline-filled grin spread across your features. Blood pumped loudly in your rounded bear ears. But as fast as it came it was gone as your euphoria only lasted a few moments; the familiar sound of hissing sounded faintly, even the sound of racing blood and thinning adrenaline it made your whole world slow almost to a stop.

As if time were being manipulated as said, it seemed to slow as you frantically tried to stop your speeding form from the now crumbling wall, the shards blooming from beside your head, the sight just out of your prefrail vision as your armored hands lifted to shield your face.

Like the flip of a switch time returned, your door to freedom slammed shut as your fingers brushed its closing knob. So close but again, so far. Your body was flung back to skid across the stone floor, a few hot morsels slicing through the flesh of your cheek. The sound of shattering glass made you curse loudly as the contents of your potion bottles spilled against the cold floor. Your shock was momentary as you regained your composure, jumping back to your pawed feet clumsily.

The exit was blocked by debris.

There was no way out.

Ringing enveloped your erratic senses, vision blurring together.

The exit was blocked by debris.

There was no way out.

You had to fight.

Guess it's time to sooth your hunger, your thirst for blood.

Turning to face the four who stood in the narrow hall, you lifted your netherite blade in comparison to their four diamond axes that were too raised, ready to strike.

Quackity's chest bounced with entertainment as your form took a battle stance as he lifted his axe, directing the point towards your now bulked form obscured in tainted and matted fur as you huffed, still out of breath from running."(Y/n) (L/N), you are under arrest for the assistance of destroying L'Manberg and being associated with Technoblade. You are here by sentenced. To death..."

"That's great. That's wonderful, but you gotta get outta here Wilbur." Technoblade stated firmly pushing a finger to his temple to sooth the raging voices that roared in his ears whilst pulling the blade from its place on his mantal. The pale skinned ghost turned to face his younger brother as stress knitted into the skin of Techno's brow. "They're gonna come, they're gonna see you- and they- I don't know what they're gonna do to you-" Technoblade turned swiftly to another brewing stand, removing the potions from their spots on his counter, "-I don't know what they're gonna do to me but- I don't think it's gonna be good." Fixing the round vials to his belt, Technoblade lifted the shawl from its hook before swinging it around his shoulders, locking the chain that held it in place.

Ghostbur held his fist to his chest anxiously as he hovered over the wooden floor of his piglin brother's cabin. Technoblade turned to face the transparent male with a sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder before opening the door. "Alright, there are some bad men Wilbur that are coming to get me-" The pink haired male's words halted in his throat as the said ghost exited close behind the taller male. Swiftly making his way towards the spruce fencing that lined the staircase Ghostbur leaned over with wide oxy eyes. With a gasp the man pointed a directed finger to the open field of snow. "Techno look..." Scarlet hues following the older of the two's finger to the open tundra the piglin froze with furrowed brows. "It's a sign!" Wilbur turned back to his younger brother excitement swirling in his glossy black orbs. "Blue!"

"Ghostbur, I need you to take that sheep." Using the tip of his sword to point tot he said animal he looked the ghost of Wilbur Soot in the eyes before speaking again. "And get as far away from here as possible."

Ghostbur's features shifted happily as he excitedly heeded the others warning. "Can I have a leash?" The man questioned innocently rubbing the knitted cuffs of his yellow sweater anxiously. He did NOT like the way the pinkette was acting. The said male rushed back into the house as Ghostbur sat atop of the plywood that connected the fencing rails.

"Yeah, I can go far away," glancing back towards the taller male he watched as Technoblade's large pink ears flicked prudently. "Would it be easier for you if I went far away?"

"Uhh, I just want you to be safe Ghostbur!" Technoblade replied as he lifted the top to another chest, ferreting frantically through it before jumping to another letting the lids fall closed with a loud thud.

"I'm always safe Technoblade, I'm already dead." The ghost floated towards his twin who hastily shoved the lead into his transparent hands, "what are they gonna do? Double kill me?" The brunette chuckled humorously at his own joke but stopped as he saw the glint of desperation in the other man's crimson hues.

"Ghostbur, it's stopped snowing- go as far away as you can or go and hide over a hill or something, alright?" Leading the ghost out of the door he raked a clammy palm through his infrared locks as the said other contently bound from the lifted porch, lead in hand as he approached the animal, latching it to the lead and softly tugging it towards a nearby hill cameoed in thick pine. "Bye bye Techno, have fun preparing for the event!"

Returning back to sporadically searching through the many chests that lined the walls he retrieved what he saw fit for battle, the paranoia that devoured his mind making things all the lot harder.

Were they only going after him?

What if they hurt Ghostbur?

Was Phil okay?

Were you okay?

It had been a good long while since the God of Blood had fought another, it had been too long since his hands knew the form of his hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword tainted with blood. Maybe if things weren't as he seemed it wouldn't come to that, maybe he could negotiate with the ensemble to prevent spilling blood. He was a retired man, he sworn against violence a long time ago and sought refuge within the snowy tundra to live out his retirement.

Chatter awoke the man from his thoughts as a pink bore ear flicked towards the source, crouching low the man clad in red and netherite tip toed his way towards the window where the voices seemed to grow louder. Using his index finger to lift the cloth of his drapes Technoblade peered through the thick sheets of glass softly blanketed with frost and fog.

Swiping a hand across the glass he peeked into the night where he saw Ghostbur chatting contently with the netherite wearing men. "He got captured IMIDIATELY, I've never seen a man get captured to quick holy Hell." The said ghost glanced towards the cottage every so often he gave a polite wave before pointing excitedly towards the windows.

"Shit, no, no don't wave at me- NO, DON'T POINT AT ME! DID HE JUST TURN AND POINT AT ME!" Pinching the bridge of his nose Technoblade groaned out in despair before sighing heavily before again peeking out the window, a bead of sweat dripping down his chin.

"Oh crap, they have full enchanted netherite- I thought they were broke-" The man chuckled to himself before lifting the curtain a bit higher to see what was happening despite not being able to hear the conversation. Almost instantly Ghostbur's face brightened impossibly bigger as he frantically waved at the man in the window.

Dropping the curtain, the man pressed the heels of his palm into his eyes with a groan of complaint. Standing from his crouched position he pulled the curtain all the way open only to cry out in complaint as Ghostbur ran enthusiastically towards the cottage.

"HEY TECHNOBLADE! They say they're gonna kill you Technoblade-" Opening the wooden doors Ghostbur invited himself in approaching the nether beast.

Technoblade lurched forwards to catch the door handle as Ghostbur again made his way outside, "Ghostbur- why- why are you leading them over to my house Wilbur- why are you doing this?" Ignoring his brother's words of betrayal Ghostbur turned to face the others scarred face. "What would you like me to say back to them?" Glancing towards the hill that the group of now four stood Technoblade eyed them wearily.

"Uh, how about you look at them and tell them that I'm not here."

Ghostbur's brows furrowed tightly. "But that'd be lying, I don't like lying!"

"We- THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME WHY ARE YOU NOT OKAY WITH LYING!? Aaand they're all here- and their all right outside my house- Thanks Ghostbur" standing on the flight of stairs Technoblade puffed out his chest as he clutched the hilt of his sword closer unsure to use it or not.

"Oh, Hello again Technoblade." Quackity's lips pulled into a wicked grin as Tubbo fixed the handle of his hatchet in his hand.

"Uh, hello guy's, why have you guys come all the way over here- to my humble abode?" The said man descended the stairs where he stood a few moments ago as he eyed the Four before him. Quackity, Fundy, Ranboo and Tubbo. Where was the third?

Tubbo stepped forwards with a slight tremble in his stance as he spoke with a wavering voice. "Technoblade." He inhaled. "You need to pay for your war crimes."

"Woah, woah, woah, that was in the past man, alright? That was a different Technoblade. I'm a changed man now! I'm in retirement, I'm a good person now Tubbo." Here he went, negotiation, maybe he would be able to change their minds with assurance.

Quackity hummed in denial whilst shaking his head, nose scrunching with malice as he lifted his axe to point at the man who stood before him the sheen of antipathy grew thicker with each passing second. "Techno, you and (Y/n) exploded L'Manberg with fucking-"

"You two literally spawned withers EVERYWHERE!" Tubbo cut in, placing a firm hand to the ravenette's shoulder.

Shrugging the brunette's hand away the duck hybrid stepped forwards slightly, mock understanding lacing his already ill toned voice. "I'm sorry Technoblade, but you two need to be brought to justice for that. And there is nothing I can do to change that" The male shrugged boldly, spinning the blade of his axe in his hand.

"Okay- Listen you guys, I've gone through so much effort over the past months to change my violent ways, I have reformed alright?" Lifting an empty hand to his head an index finger jabbed into the flesh of his temple as he spoke again. "The VOICES demand blood, and I- I have been denying THEM! I've been fighting back! PLEASE, please don't make kill all of you." Letting his hand drop the other that held the hilt of his sword directed to the four who stood before him before backing away a step. "Please just leave."

A tenseful silence fell upon the men before one spoke again. "Technoblade, please just come peacefully..."

Quackity lifted a hand to silence the president of the broken nation as he nodded firmly with a nonchalant shrug, "you know what, yeah, how about you show us around? Show us what you've been doing while in retirement. Let's do this peacefully."

Technoblade tensed at the raven-haired man's tone as he side stepped away from the four, swiftly approaching the far side of his house hesitantly sliding the sword into its spot on his hip. "I- huh- Well I have Bees' here, aren't they nice?"

Tubbo's eyes lit up slightly now with relaxed shoulders at the mention of his favorite mob, approaching the small makeshift bee farm he placed a hand against the glass as one shimmied its chunky body from the hole of its hive to nuzzle into the flowers that lined the wall. At the sight of this the four others openly approached the bee farm.

With a few wary backpedal steps, the pig hybrid turned on the ball of his heel, sweat gathering at the hair of his brow as he began to run from the distracted battalion of four.

After a few moments and a few feet away shouts of panic instilled as multiple footsteps followed behind the taller male who then skidded to a stop, hands raised in mocking surrender. "Hey, hey, hey, it was just a joke-"

"You know what, fuck it Techno, we tried to do this civilly, but we won't let you out of here in one fucking peice, we are going to fuck you up techno. It's either going to be the easy way or the hard way. We're going to go back to L'Manberg and you're going to come with us. There's no other way around it." Quackity spun his axe skillfully as he took a battle stance.

Technoblade's brows knit together tightly as the voices began to chant.

Blood for the Blood God.

Blood for the Blood God!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

His top lip pulled into a snarl revealing the sharpening canines, his figure seeming to take on new heights as patches of fur bloomed across his skin, the armor that sat loose across his stature grew tight as he revealed his full glory.

It was time to sooth their hunger.

With a huff from his snout and the snap of his jaw's he growled. "If that's how it is... I CHOOSE BLOOD!" Ripping the leather belt from his waist he slammed it down, the glass splash vials that lined it shattered coating the beast in its contents as his muscles bulked, eyes grew dilated with speed and the screaming voices, followed with his body ached with regeneration. Technoblade ripped the sword from its sheath as he sprung, blade raised high with the intent to kill.

The sharpened edge dug into the handle of Quackity's axe before unloding it from the wood and hacking down again as the said bird hybrid spun away, avoiding the deadly strike.

Panicked shouting ensued as the group of four scattered, slipping against the sheet of snow.

�� Turning his attention towards a certain fox featured boy Technoblade dug the hooves of his feet into the frozen forest floor, launching himself forwards delivering an armor crumbling blow. Clutching his now aching ribs Fundy scrambled to escape the beast's power whilst crying out about how God damned heavy, he hit even with the performance enhancing potions.

Sliding just a few feet away was Tubbo, axe at the ready as he charged the pink coated beast that snarled, clouds of hot smoke bellowing from his nostrils as he too charged, scarlet hues glazed with the intent to annihilate to cut down each and every single one of the men who dared disturb his retirement and force him back into the ways of violence, forcing him to collapse under the pressure of the voices to sustain their unquenchable thirst.

Fear replaced the once confident look that crossed his face as the boy turned to run, netherite boots sliding against the frozen ground. A cry of panic escaped the ball in his throat.

"BIG Q DO SOMETHING, BIG Q!" The hook in his boot caught the root of a tree, sending the president tumbling to the forest floor, diamond axe raised as Technoblade's sword collided with the base of the smaller blade, applying pleasure to the hilt of his sword the Piglin beast snarled as Tubbo's arms trembled under the unbearable weight as his emerald hues met with the dilated pair that danced with pain.

Strings of curses fell from Quackity's lips as he glanced about, looking for something to use for leverage, knowing full well he could use his gift but that was needed for more drastic measures.

The blade of the hybrid's sword dug into the flesh of Tubbo's shoulder as he cried out, struggling to push the massive creature away from him in order to escape, but it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, his attempts always went down in vain.

The familiar sound of hooves awoke The Blade from his stoper, snapping his head to the sound he saw Quackity perched on the back of a rearing Carl who whinnied in displeasure before shaking his head in a final attempt to rid of his new rider.

Panicked, Technoblade tore his blade from the other's before turning to face the ravenette.

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT HORSE QUACKITY!?"

"Technoblade, stop what you're doing, stop right now-"

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, stop what you're doing. Get away from that horse Quackity." Lifting the blood tainted sword, the oversized beast directed it to the man who stirred the reigns of his stallion with a grin, satisfied that he finally found a weakness in the Legendary Technoblade.

"No." Quackity stated with a slight jerk of the reigns that willed the horse into a standing still as he held the handle of his axe to the horse's beige fur. "You get away from them Technoblade. If you pull any shit, I am going to kill Carl. I will fucking slay him if you don't get away from them."

The piglin beast's breathing stuttered as he widely stepped away from the two other hybrids.

"Technoblade, I am going to kill your horse-"

"-Why would you do that?"

"Unless you cooperate."

Technoblade's eyes narrowed as he hesitantly stepped away from the raven-haired man who sat atop his noble steed. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to drop your shit, drop your shit Techno and Carl doesn't get hurt."

With that being said the beast formed man threw his axe into the snow.

"All of it, this is not a negotiation. Drop it all"

Technoblade glanced down at the blood slicked blade that sat light in his large palm before he huffed in what seemed to be amusement. "I can get a new horse if I need too. It doesn't matter." (I know he wouldn't really say this, but for plot's sake, he is.)

Quackity looked slightly taken aback at the statement as the war criminal before him readjusted his grip on the swords hilt. With a stunned huff followed by demented and amused laughter the man on the horse shook his head with a nod.

"For some reason, I knew you'd say that. So that's why I brought you a gift, Technoblade." Digging the heel of his boots into the horse's ribs Quackity approached a small thicker part of the forest where he stopped and turned to face the oversized hybrid.

Lifting a hand, the beanie wearing man spoke with wallowing pride as the gift was shoved from behind the thicket, the sound of chains rattling filled the tense thick air. "May I present to you-" Watching as it landed limply in the snow, Quackity slid from the horses back before hopping towards the thing like a child who was told they could have whatever they wished at the candy store.

Skidding to a stop, Quackity planted both feet on either side of the figure before gripped a fist full of hair, tugging the figures blooded face up from the soiled snow to reveal who it was.

"YOUR ONE AND ONLY APPRENTICE, TADA!!" He sang in excitement that he was finally able to reveal his plan B.

(Y/N) grunted painfully as Technoblade's breath caught in his throat.

Their (h/l) (H/c) locks were matted with dark and now frozen blood that had dripped down the crown of their head before drying, their nose busted and bloodied as clots of blood plugged each nostril, both lips that were now blue from the cold were split so deep that he was sure he could see the younger one's gums that were too painted crimson from their harsh faceplant into the icy ground as shallow and stuttering breaths wheezed past your swollen. The once nice thin clothes that they wore were torn and tattered, tainted with their own crimson whine, you had not been dressed to embark on a trip to the frigid tundra. Your hands were bound behind your back by a pair of copper cuffs. (Copper is what keeps shape shifting hybrids from shifting into their animal form)

But what made his blood turn cold was how deathly pale you were. From what he could see you lost quite a bit of blood while on your way over but the bruises and deep cuts that littered your figure did not make you look any better in any way shape and or form.

Quackity held the handle of his axe with bubbling excitement as he glared challengingly at the shifted man. "Drop your shit Technoblade..."

Technoblade was frozen where he stood, eyes glued to your weakened form. You looked to broken, your (e/c) hues that once glistened with courage and power now sat dull and defenseless, he could have sworn that he saw guilt swirl in those dull eyes of yours.

Gripping the tufts of hair in his hand tighter Quackity lowered the sharpened edge of his diamond axe to rest tightly at the ball of your throat.

"Or I will kill this kid, right in front of you."

"Don't..." Your voice came out hoarse, tone just above a whisper, but he was still able to catch it. "You still have time to r-run."

Tearing his gaze from your shivering form, Technoblade dropped his sword.

His potions.

His crossbow.

Trident.

Golden apples.

All of it, before finally unlatching the hold-knob of his cloak and tossing it to the side and finally letting the glistening crown that sat atop his head clatter to the forest floor alongside his netherite armor.

His hands raised in surrender.

Quackity's brown eyes burned with victory as he removed the weapon from your throat, both of his feet from either side of you were no longer there, letting your head again fall into the snow you were then hoisted up from under your shoulder. Whimpering painfully, you unwillingly leaned against the ravenette for support as he danced giddily before his energetic facade dropped to look Technoblade dead in his rage filled eyes.

"So here is what's going to happen Technoblade, (Y/N). We are going to take you both back to L'Manberg to face trial. Alright?" His voice seethed as the other person he was supporting weakly lifted their head.

"Sounds like... Bull shit..."

Tubbo stood, lips pulled into a thin line. "They just insulted our government..."

Technoblade snapped his head to face the ram. "Oh, we just insulted your, oh your government has been insulted. OHHH!"

I had to put a few of Technoblade's funny moments because I am missing the hell out of that man.

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genevawren38 · 3 months

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Chant the Tales and Legends Told, Strengthened by the Hymns of Old

✨q!Philza & q!Chayanne & q!Tallulah, c!Philza & c!Technoblade [Emerald Duo] ✨4.6k W.C. ✨q!Philza-centric 🎵Traveler’s Song by Aviators

‘Tell me about Technoblade’.

The Angel of Death’s new charge commented a dear name to the ancient crow on the sign in front of him, a small blonde child looking at the avian hybrid with wide blue eyes filled with an ocean of curious questions. A dragon skull encased the top half of his face, held by some unknown force as wild gold curls spilled around it. His rose scaled wings were held close to his spine, peering up at the tall older blonde with an expectant stare.

“Oh Goddess, where do I start with that bastard?” Phil said with a wicked smile, thinking of his piglin partner-in-crime fighting a god in a different realm.

They had outlived everyone else they held fondness for, the ageless Blessed of the Goddess always did, but still every few hundred years they went off and did their own thing for a while. The blonde crow fidgeting with the emerald he always wore, a physical marker that matched the jewellery Techno also wore of who they made an eternal vow to.

Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like the worst agony when all he wanted was his pink-haired best friend at his side, ready to destroy the world if needed.

Chayanne nudged him again, his expression impatient which Phil laughed at.

“Tell ya what mate, how about the story of when we first met? Only one tale tonight though, my little dragon boy, you must sleep!”

#wrenrambles #qsmp #mcyt fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #q!philza #philza #technoblade #qsmp chayanne #chayanne #qsmp tallulah #tallulah #emerald duo #death family #wrenwriting

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sunshine-on-marz · 9 months

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then,, can i request some hurt/comfort for c!tommy during exile? maybe with a piglin hybrid reader who finds out abt his exile after their hibernation and decides to go visit him?

preferably with masculine terms if you could!

- 🦭 anon

I got ya!

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Your best friend was in exile, and you don’t know why, not that’s that’s what you’re worried about. You just need to hug him. Techno had given you directions, and you’re sprinting. Then you see Tommy. You practically tackle the blonde in a hug.

“TOM!” You shout and pull him against you. “Oh Tommy oh my god” you whisper. Tommy looks mortified.

“Y/n I’m so so sorry..” he whispers breathlessly. He looks also just scared

“Why are you sorry?” You mumble as you rub his back

“I messed everything up” he whispers “I got exiled, if people see you with me they’ll hate you” he says a bit louder

“Since when do I care what people think? You always come first Tom” you say to him, he sobbs into your shoulder as you rub his back “it’s all ok Tom, I’m here now” you whisper in his ear.

It’s always been you and Tommy against the world, and this is no different. You sat with him for hours, massaging his shoulders and back as you call him every sweet name you can. You just want him happy, happy and safe, but you know that he’s always safe in your arms, and he knows that too. He eventually falls asleep in your arms, you stay awake. Only wishing he was asleep in your bed with you, comfortable, warm, and safe. You could clean and dress his wounds, get him new clothes, let him take a real shower, give him real food. But you know that only makes him more of a target, so for now you stay right here. Wishing. And hoping that one day you become his boyfriend rather than his best friend, though, I’m sure it’ll happen soon.

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Eeee I wrote this whole very tired so I hope it’s ok

@lillylvjy @canonically-a-genloser

#toad’s 🦭 anon #dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n

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simplepotatofarmer · 3 months

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tell me about the rivals babbies, from any/every au where they have babbies... the dreglets... pls...

i've given them so many kids.....

i have my 'terrible two au' which is platonic c!rivals duo and a canon divergent au where they end up adopting two twin zombie piglins who were lost and abandoned in the nether at techno's insistence. their names are juniper and scout! there's a lot of info and even art of them in the tag.

but basically c!dream is really hesitant to get attached, his and techno's relationship is a bit awkward. they end up having a great partnership in the end, though! and dream loves the twins.

then there's my 'from eden au' which is a romantic c!dnb au that's kind of a spin-off of 'rabbit run' where dream was in prison for much longer before he escapes and hides at techno's. over the course of a few years, they get together and then eventually have kids! they have triplets: poppy, oscar, and bell. they're rabbit-pig hybrids and they're very cute and techno cries when he realizes how tiny they are.

then there's also winter, who is the daughter of dream and techno from an au of my black dog au! in that au (which doesn't have a name), they've been secretly flirting/dating kinda from around the whole 'homeless' bit? and in the prison, things happen and they end up with a daughter and they hide her pretty thoroughly because they're afraid of what might happen if anyone finds her.

i haven't completely fleshed out the whole thing, it was a bit of a spitball with a friend! but i like the idea of their daughter missing dream and having the toddler sense about 'laelaps' and that complicating things. she's more human-looking since in this au dream is human but she has pink tinted skin and blonde hair. maybe i'll give her a tail, i haven't decided. but this is art my friend did! <3

#loyal answers things #rivals duo #c!dnb #rivalsblr #dreblr #tagging that because kids...... our kids can be friends........

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step-back-apple-jack · 2 years

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This is a little snippet of something I’m working on for @the-final-sif‘s Convict Childcare au, with some differences in that my Dream is a white Enderman hybrid. The basic premise of the au is that c!Sam accidentally kills c!Ranboo while arresting him, and kidnaps Michael for leverage. Panicked, he takes c!Dream and Michael and holds them both in a new prison far away. Dream and Michael grow very close, and are eventually rescued by other members of the server. This drabble takes place a couple months after rescue.

Today must be a bad day, was the first thought that ran through Ponk’s head when Dream all but sauntered into the office. It had been a while since Dream had felt the need to pull on the proud, untouchable facade. The scowling, flinty-eyed Michael that was clinging close enough to Dream as to be almost tripping over his heels only further proved his theory. Through the doorway he locked eyes with Technoblade who had, as usual, escorted Dream to his appointment. The piglin gave a thumbs up and a grimace before shutting the door with a click.

That boded well.

With the mask on, Ponk couldn’t see Dream’s expressions, but over the two months of near-daily visits, he liked to think that he had a pretty good read on the man’s emotional state through his body language. It was sometimes subtle, but there was always at least one tell that gave him away. He gave the Enderman hybrid a quick once over, running through his mental checklist; tail, low and relaxed; ears, perked; right hand, snugly wrapped around Michael's; left hand— ah, there it was. Stuffed into a pocket, but Ponk could see the fabric shift with the arrhythmic flexing of a fist. Too mild to be anger— perhaps frustration, or impatience. Perhaps pain.

“Ponk,” Dream greeted with almost mocking politeness, gently nudging Michael to do the same. The toddler merely glared up at Ponk and huffed. Ponk raised an eyebrow at the both of them but didn’t comment, simply nodding in return as he bit back a sigh. He had hoped they were past all of this.

“Hey, Dream. Hi, Michael,” he said, tone neutral as he tried to gauge how much of a headache this appointment was going to be. “Please have a seat.”

“You got it, Doctor.” Dream brushed past him and went to lift Michael onto one of the two chairs in the office, but the piglin squirmed away from his grip and squealed a harsh, “No!”

Both adults flinched at the volume, Dream immediately kneeling next to the fuming toddler while Ponk stood uncertainly in the back.

“You don’t want to sit, Michael?” Dream asked, voice abruptly gentle.

Michael shook his head furiously, arms crossed tightly across his chest. “No!”

“That’s alright, but I’m going to need you to be calm for this, okay?” So soft, so patient. “If you can’t be calm, that’s okay, but you’ll have to wait outside with Techno.”

The boy's eyes widened and Ponk felt a jolt of panic as they gained the unmistakable sheen of unshed tears.

“No!” The cry was even more vehement than the previous two, and Michael reached out, hands grasping. Dream pulled him into a close hug without hesitation, curling his large frame around the much smaller, more fragile one.

Ponk’s eyes narrowed at the faint, full-body spasm the movement caused, muscles tight with pain before forcibly loosening.

“Can you be calm, Michael?” Dream asked, not a hint of strain in his voice as a scarred palm rubbed soothing lines up and down the child’s back.

After several long seconds, there was a weak, sniffling assent, and then Michael was pulling back, rubbing at his teary face with his arms and wrists, his hands with their three, thick clawed fingers angled carefully away from his eyes.

Dream cleaned up Michael's face with the help of a box of tissues Ponk offered. Eventually, everyone settled enough to take their places; Dream sprawled in a chair, knees spread arrogantly, Michael standing at his side like a particularly small, puffy-eyed and fierce bodyguard, and Ponk pulling over the second chair to sit near (but not directly in front of) Dream. Dream tilted his head in a question. Usually they would take the basic vitals first, and the doctor hadn’t grabbed any of the equipment. In answer, Ponk held out his hand, palm up.

“Can I please see your left hand?”

The fabric of Dream’s pocket rustled.

“It’s fine.”

“We both know you’d say that even if you—“ Ponk caught the toddler’s eye and fumbled for a more “family-friendly” example. “You— uh. Somehow…lost all your bones?”

Dream wheezed, but Michael gave a solemn nod of agreement, leveling his caretaker an astonishingly unimpressed look. Ponk tried not to feel too vindicated.

“Even Michael agrees with me,” he said. He fluttered his fingers in a beckoning gesture, moving his hand a little closer. “Can I please see it?”

Dream hesitated. His tail, tucked beneath the chair, gave a single, frantic jerk before stilling. Eventually he shrugged, plopping the back of his hand into Ponk’s warm palm.

“Well, if Michael agrees with you…” he joked easily, lightly chucking the piglin under the chin with his free hand. The boy yelped and ducked away, one hand flying up to press against his chin, guarding it from future attacks, while the other made grabby motions towards Dream’s tail. Dream promptly flicked the long appendage up to drape itself in the toddler’s grasp. The kid tucked the plume of fur at the tip under his chin, replacing the hand that was previously guarding it to bury his fingers in the fluff instead. Whether it was to comfort Dream or Michael, Ponk wasn’t sure, but he hoped it worked. It certainly wasn’t doing it quickly though, as Michael frowned at him, eyes hard and unblinking. Today really must’ve been bad.

Ponk ignored the burning stare boring a hole in the side of his head, choosing instead to focus on his task.

“Open, please,” he commanded.

Dream splayed his left hand out as far as he could, the fingers still partially curled and trembling violently as if cold.

“Now, close until you feel no pain.”

The fingers twitched, bent, barely moving from their first position. Ponk flicked his eyes from the stiff hand, to the extended arm seemingly locked in place, to Dream’s concentrated stare at the appendage, and didn’t believe it for a second.

“That looks painful,” he remarked dryly.

Dream shrugged a shoulder, the one extended being held carefully still. “It’s not,” he said blithely.

“Dream. I can’t help you make progress if you lie to me about this.”

Dream scoffed at the word “progress”, head dipping to the side as if he had just rolled his eyes. Michael was still soothingly stroking the plume of fur, eyes darting worried glances to Dream, and protective scowls to Ponk. Dream noticed, and immediately heaved a dramatic sigh as he playfully tapped Michael in the face with the mass of fur, chuckling when the boy spluttered, batting the tail away.

“It’s fine,” he said, and Ponk wasn’t quite sure which of the three he was trying to reassure. Nevertheless, the hybrid let his fingers slowly curl back to his palm, only stopping when the tips were barely a centimeter away from touching flesh.

Ponk’s frown was hidden by his mask, but Dream’s shoulders stiffened anyway.

He had regressed.

Well, at least now he had a fair idea as to why it was a bad day. Ponk knew well the frustration and despair of a faltered recovery, no matter how temporary.

“It’ll pass,” he reassured, reaching out and taking Dream’s hand in his own, thumb hooking under Dream’s fingers and gently pulling back, assisting him with the stretch. Unfortunately, Ponk had failed to notice that he did not have Dream’s attention, the other looking at Michael, not wanting to see the doctor’s reaction to the worsened state of his hand. Because of this, Dream was unprepared for both the touch and the sting, yanking his hand back with a hiss of pain. Ponk let go immediately, hurrying to apologize, but the words choked in his throat when he felt a small hand seize his wrist.

“Are you right-handed or left-handed?”

Ponk sucked in a breath (it wasn’t Sam it wasn’t Sam the hand was too small not as strong it’s not Sam) and locked his muscles in place in order to avoid doing something disastrous like kick Michael away.

“Michael! Let go now!” Ponk had never heard Dream raise his voice at Michael, and it had been a long time since he had heard such fear in his words. The grip vanished immediately as Michael scrambled back, eyes wide and once again tear-filled as he stared at Dream who was on his feet and between the two in the time it took to blink, clawed feet planted wide and ready.

Trying not to feel too hurt by such an extreme reaction (it wasn’t until later that Ponk realized it had been the first time Michael had been physically aggressive to him; Dream couldn’t be sure how he would take it and was most likely simply erring on the side of caution), Ponk straightened gingerly and edged his chair further back, remaining seated. His wrist ached, and he rubbed it against his chest. Prime, that kid had gotten strong.

“Michael.” Dream’s tone had lowered significantly, reactive panic lessened, but it still held a firm authority. “Apologize to Ponk, and then go wait outside. You promised you would be calm and that wasn’t calm.” He kept his mask pointed unerringly toward the doctor.

Ponk felt a spike of panic as the kid moodily circled a closed fist over his chest in acquiescence. If Michael was separated from Dream after the toddler attempted to protect him, it was almost certain that the piglin would assume his caretaker would be punished on his behalf as soon as the door shut, weeks of patient effort to build trust between both Dream and Michael going to waste due to his own misstep. Ponk knew damn well what Sam had done to his prisoners, and he knew damn well he wasn’t about to let Michael believe he was anything like the Warden. Ponk would not tolerate being grabbed like that again, but punishment could come after bridges had stabilized.

“Apology accepted,” he said quickly. “But you don’t have to go outside. In fact…” Keeping his movements just a touch slower than normal, he slid off the bright yellow stethoscope draped around his neck and offered it to Michael. “Would you like to help?”

Apparently that was a magic phrase because Michael lit up-- but then hesitated, eagerness dampening as he looked from Ponk’s masked face to Dream’s, reaching out to hold the latter’s hand. The hybrid, appearing much more at ease (breathing, steady; stance, no longer defensive; tail-- there. Swaying slightly faster than true calm, but no longer agitated), squeezed the child’s fingers encouragingly.

“If you want to,” he said, as if answering an unspoken question. “It’s fine.”

Permission granted, Michael picked up the stethoscope, somewhat suspicious of the sudden change in the room’s atmosphere, but it wasn’t long before he was eagerly hanging on to every word the doctor said. It was one of the most disorganized appointments Ponk ever had, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it, not when Michael finally looked like the kid he was supposed to be. He was fascinated with listening to Dream’s breathing and strong heartbeat with the stethoscope, and quickly got distracted with placing the smooth disk on every inch of the man he could reach. Ponk then taught Michael how and where to check for a pulse, as well as how to properly apply a bandaid. They wasted quite a few of the brightly colored bandages for practice, most being stuck to a long-suffering Dream. Even his mask didn’t survive unscathed, a lime green patch stuck boldly in the center. Michael then turned to the doctor and with the utmost concentration wrapped a fiery orange one securely around his index finger. Ponk refused to admit just how touched he felt at the honor.

After Ponk confiscated the box of bandaids from Michael's new mission to cover the entire office in them, he demonstrated the same stretch he had attempted to do for Dream’s hand earlier (making certain the man was prepared this time), as well as a few other of the more mild exercises. It was risky, and Michael did indeed start to become stressed when Dream’s breaths came faster, when his tail lashed the ground in an effort to soothe the pain. But he perked up when, after several long minutes of this, Ponk pointed out how much easier Dream’s hand was flexing, how much firmer his grip.

“Although it hurts, this type of injury needs Dream to move it a lot in order to get better,” he explained to an enraptured Michael. “But too much, or doing it the wrong way, can make it worse. You also always need to take breaks.” He tried not to sound too pointed when he said that. Dream huffed under his breath, staring down at his aching, shivering hand. He didn’t say a word, besides a murmured thanks when Ponk gave Michael a heated pad to place over it. Letting Dream have a few minutes to recover in peace, Ponk kept the toddler’s attention by demonstrating the abbreviated version of brewing health and regen potions, slipping Michael a bit of melon as a treat. He pretended not to notice him sneakily passing some on to Dream.

When Dream’s jaw finally unclenched and his breathing became less deliberate, Ponk guided the two to the scale on the far side of the room, dragging his chair so Michael could stand on it and see the dial. The kid had been weighed before, during a basic check-up soon after he had been rescued, but Ponk had been more focused on making the process as quick and as painless as he could for them both, hurrying to urge the fearful, snappish toddler back to an unconscious Dream’s side. He never had much chance to actually show off the equipment.

Dream obediently stepped onto the scale, for the first time seeming almost self-conscious in Michael's presence. But he hid it quickly, poking Michael in the ribs to make him squeal.

“Look at you, buddy,” he laughed. “Almost as tall as me!”

Michael beamed and Ponk hastily muffled a snort, because even standing on a chair the toddler barely reached the Enderman hybrid’s shoulder. Freaking giraffe of a man. Him and Ranboo both. He stood on the opposite side of the scale from Michael, and pointed at the numbered dashes.

“Michael, see this?” He tapped at the dash that the red marker had swung to when Dream got onto the scale. “This shows how much Dream weighs.” He discreetly wrote the number down in his report.

Michael tapped the glass over the marker as well, then eagerly turned to Dream and held his arms out to be picked up. Dream obliged, and Michael was delighted as the marker immediately swung further to the right. He tapped harder on the glass, giggling when it caused the marker to tremble. His laughter was contagious, and the adults found themselves helpless to resist chuckling along, although Dream’s sounded a touch forced. Ponk considered showing Michael where Dream’s weight should be, to educate him and show them both how much closer to it Dream was than when he started getting treatment, but decided against it. Dream already was having a hard day with his recovery; he didn’t need to see just how much more was needed before he could be considered stably healthy. There were better ways of encouraging him. And proving a point. So instead, Ponk gestured to the hybrid to put Michael back down in the chair, and once the dial resettled, he pointed to another dash on the far left.

“And this…” He tapped the glass like before. “Was his weight when we found you.”

Dream straightened, a soft, sharp intake of breath the only indicator of his surprise. It was one thing to see the numbers slowly (too slowly) creep higher. It was another to see the leap of progress made, in a clear, hard fact.

Michael saw it too, and prodded Dream’s bicep until the other looked over at him, and then thick fingers moved in rapid sign, his smile stretched wider than the one on Dream’s mask.

“Yeah, buddy,” Dream responded verbally, his hands reflecting his words with sign language almost automatically. “I do feel better.” There was a hint of almost wonder to his words.

Michael squealed, the sound much more excited than the previous times he made it. His hands gripped the arm of the chair to balance himself as he bounced in place, near bursting with sudden energy.

“Michael—“ Dream scolded with no heat, hands reaching out to settle the boy, but the toddler had already stilled and was repeating a word in sign over and over, touching his fingertips over his mouth, like someone hiding a smile, before flicking it away into a thumbs up. Dream mirrored the motions, using his other hand to tilt his mask up so Michael could see his grin, see his lips form the words he spoke.

“Better, yes, I feel better.” He suddenly turned his head towards Ponk, who jolted at the abrupt attention. “With many thanks to Ponk.”

Caught off guard by the praise, the doctor could only splutter and stare back blankly. Dream’s shoulders were relaxed, his ears were relaxed, his tail was relaxed— Ponk couldn’t see a tense muscle anywhere. He was being genuine. It didn’t seem too unfair of him to find it surprising.

Dream’s mask was still tilted up, and the smile there was different than the rare few Ponk had seen before; neither broad and warm, nor sickly sweet. It was small, hesitant, like the shy wave a kid would do when they catch the eye of someone across the classroom— someone they wanted to make friends with.

“You can thank me by being less of a stubborn pain in my ass,” Ponk finally responded with a roll of his eyes, the words holding no bite.

A small wave back.

Technoblade, standing guard next to the office door, was already looking in Ponk’s direction when the doctor rounded the corner at a brisk trot, his hooved hand slipping from the hilt of his sword.

“You’re a bit late, doc,” he drawled, a question in his raised eyebrow.

“I know, I know,” Ponk gasped out, waving his hand in dismissive irritation. “Fran knocked over a couple of my house plants, and one of them was in a ceramic jar that broke. Had to clean up all of that and make sure she hadn’t hurt herself.”

Techno scoffed. “See, that’s why all my pets stay outside.”

“Bullshit, you let a polar bear in your house all the time.”

“Steve’s not a pet, he’s a friend.”

Ponk rolled his eyes. At the door he gave a brisk knock, waited, then hurried inside.

“Sorry I’m late, I--”

“Dot!”

Ponk cut himself off and stared down at the small piglin child that stood eagerly before him.

“...Pardon?”

“Doc, Michael,” Dream corrected with a chuckle, not moving from his spot in the chair besides giving a lazy wave to Ponk. “Doc. Doctor. Remember?” He took three fingers and tapped the inside of his wrist, on his pulse point. “Doctor.”

Michael dutifully imitated him, frowning in concentration.

“Dot. Dodder. Dodter.”

“Better,” Dream praised warmly. To Ponk, he said, “Michael's been looking forward to coming back here ever since the last appointment. He had a good time.”

A surge of warmth unfurled in Ponk’s chest, and he was glad his ski mask covered everything but his eyes as a pleased smile stretched across his reddening cheeks. Dream grinned knowingly anyway.

Ponk unhooked his yellow stethoscope from the wall, and knelt to be level with the toddler.

“I’m glad you had fun, Michael,” he said with genuine delight. He offered the stethoscope. “Do you want to help again today?”

Michael nodded so vigorously Ponk worried the boy’s head would fly off his shoulders. “Yes! Yes!”

“Please,” Dream called.

“Peese! Puhleese. Yes, puhleese!”

“Oh my god you’re so cute,” Ponk whispered fervently. He shook himself. “I mean; thank you for your manners. Here.” He handed over the instrument and Michael dashed back to Dream’s side, immediately pressing the disk to his chest. Belatedly he called back, “Thank you!”

Ponk and Dream both laughed. “You’re welcome, Michael,” Ponk said with rare open fondness. The child had made fantastic progress with trusting adults again, and even with the occasional setbacks like the last appointment, both Michael and Dream were without a doubt recovering: slowly, painfully, and sometimes Dream even seemed like he was determined to charge right back down into the pit he was fighting to claw out of, but it was progress all the same.

And it was damn good to see.

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