#techno x y/n
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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.”
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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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The Cold
Technoblade x NB! Child reader
A/N: Just felt like doing something cute, I hope you enjoy and don't be afraid to give me feedback I don't bite unless you want me too :)
(Y/N) had caught a cold after their little journey through the meadows, near the ocean's edge. They should’ve been more careful because of their allergies but as a rambunctious three year old they didn’t have the time for anything that was not fun. The child had not seen their uncles in two days, Philza roamed around the house looking for things to clean, and Techno had yet to come out of his room. (Y/N) was stuck alone with a runny nose, dry scratchy eyes, and a slight cough. They grabbed their favourite blanket off the couch and wrapped themself in it, looked around to make sure Grandpa Philza was nowhere to be found and waddled quickly towards Techno and their shared bedroom. (Y/N) had to jump to reach the handle, it took them three tries before the door went flying open. Inside the room, Techno sat at his desk surrounded by books and papers, a grey skull sitting in some liquid inside a mason jar sat nearby as well. The piglin looked over his shoulder at the little one. At first, he thought it was Philza coming to disrupt him and was prepared to yell but when he saw it was his little one standing there instead he felt his heart soften. He had yet to notice the sniffling and red scleras.
“What is it Orphan?” He asked. (Y/N) walked towards him and attempted to climb in their father’s lap but was struggling due to the blanket. Techno wrapped the child and picked them up, holding them close. (Y/N) sneezed and then the piglin knew what was wrong.
They’ve caught a cold
Get rid of it
Infected
Banish the child
Fix them
The voices were contradicting each other. Techno didn’t want to bring harm to his little one and did his best to ignore the raging voices. (Y/N) touched their father’s cheek seeing he was conflicted within. The noise in his mind disappeared when the cold palm touched his flaming skin. The big scary mercenary never had to take care of a sick child before, these types of situations weren’t exactly in his job description. He knew he couldn’t ask Phil because then (Y/N) would get in trouble for disturbing Techno while he was studying the summoning of withers. The piglin tried to think back to when Tommy would get sick. What did Wilbur and Philza do? He remembered warm washcloths or showers, thermometers, soft singing (sometimes the quiet strumming of an out-of-tune guitar), blankets, and cuddling even if there was a chance of catching the same cold. It couldn’t hurt to try those then. He thought.
(Y/N) went into a coughing fit. They covered their face with the blanket wrapped around their small frame. They leaned back even more into their Father’s body feeling the warmth radiate off of him. Techno shifted his grip on the child. He turned them to face his torso as he stood up and moved to a dresser on the far side of the bedroom. He held tightly onto (Y/N) as he kneeled to get out some light-weight sleep clothes for the child before making his way quietly to the door. Techno stuck his head out first looking and listening for any signs of his father roaming nearby before making a mad dash for the bathroom.
After closing and locking the door behind him Techno stripped down to his boxers and threw the clothes from his earlier mission into the laundry bin next to the sink. He turned the hot water on, mixed in cold with it and waited as the temperature turned warm, the Piglin grabbed the scented bubble bath goop and poured some of that in aswell. He turned around and stared at the wall as (Y/N) did their best to undress. They called to Techno for help getting their shirt off and then he lifted them gently into the lukewarm water. The three year old let out a shrill squeal, it was so loud that Techno was surprised Phil didn't come flying through the door.
"Shh orphan, you've got to be sneaky like a ninja." he whispered with a finger against his lips. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and they splashed around doing the arm waving thing others do when performing karate. Some bubbles flew up and landed in Techno's pink hair. The child thought they were going to get in trouble but the opposite happened. Their dad laughed quietly, anyone else would have mistaken it for a cough. Techno scooped up some water and splashed back at his child. (Y/N) let out a little shriek of happiness and things got out of hand. Both of them kept splashing each other and water got everywhere, Techno's white shirt now clutching onto his toned torso, his pink skin shining through. (Y/N) hair was sticking every which way and they had bubble a bit too close to their left eye. Techno reached up and rubbed away most of the water and bubbles on their face. The mercenary grabbed a small sponge and wiped the child down and rinsed them. He brushed their bangs aside and kissed their forehead just like how Philza used to do to Tommy when he was sick.
"There we go, now you're all clean." he cooed, his voice softer than ever before.
The child stared into his red eyes a smile tugging at their lips. He smiled too.
"Let's get you out and dried off ok?" He said helping them climb out of the tub. A couple seconds later he brought over the clean pajamas over his shoulder and handed it to his precious, the child dressed quickly, needing help with their shirt again. When Techno finished he pulled off his soaked shirt and hung it up on the shower rod the dry. He chuckled at the sight of his orphan trying to play with the sink and made his way over to them with a towel in hand.
"Here." He said putting the towel on top of (Y/N)'s head to dry their hair. They hummed happily and patted their hands against the wet towel.
Techno picked up (Y/N) and carried them back to their bedroom where he laid them down in bed.
"Do you want something to eat, sweetheart?" He asked, kneeling by the bedside as the child nodded. "Alright then, I'll be right back".
He left to find food for his child and a glass of juice. He could hear them shuffling about on the bed and figured their legs must be aching. Once he returned and placed the food down he put the glass on the nightstand and took his spot beside them.
"Thank you, papa." (Y/N) said, snuggling closer to their Dad. His chest was heating up again and he had to stop himself from smiling.
"Anytime, pumpkin." That was a new one. Techno could tell that (Y/N) liked it. The kid ate and drank what Techno brought. Once the three year old's belly was full they snuggled up under his arm and fell asleep. The piglin wanted to get up and continue working on his Wither research but was afraid of moving so instead he held his kin close and decided maybe he'd catch up on some sleep too.
Philza came into the room a few hours later concerned because he couldn't find (Y/N) again. When his blue eyes fell on the two sleeping figures in bed he immediately knew the rambunctious toddler was fine. He could hear both of them snoring and quietly left the room. He couldn't wait to tell all the others of what he had just witnessed.
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Sorry to everyone that has been liking my Glare/Allay/Copper Golem!Reader stories and has been waiting for Part 3 (which was in the works) but due to Technoblade’s recent passing being made aware and it rocking all our collective shits, I'm taking a break for writing for him.
Once I feel emotionally stable enough, I'll wrap up Part 3 and have it posted. I'm sorry if anyone finds this inconvenient or thinks that I should stop writing for him permanently, but I'm of the opinion that we should not stop showing our love for him and I do want to make content for Technoblade, even if I emotionally can't right now.
I'm sorry again. Good luck to you all. Be safe out there. Have a meal/snack, get a drink, have a good cry, and take a nap. We're all gonna need it for the next while.
And everyone remember;
Technoblade Will Never Die.
👑🐷
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Soooo uhhhhhh...
the dsmp got me down bad.. technoblade is.. ight I know but hes so.. anyway uhhh.. here.
Technoblade x reader
Warnings: Mythology may be inaccurate I went off memory.. sorry.
The sound of books hitting the counter, dust flying everywhere as you opened the book in front of you. The pages stacked up for what seemed would take centuries to read. You had no idea what had possessed you to come back here, the library.
The bookshelves didn't just shelve novels, but memories. The two of you used to run through the building, knocking over book-karts and bumping into people as the librarian shushed you.
"Blood for the blood god!" the boy shouted, a fake wooden sword in one hand as he stood atop of his book pile. King of the hill.. You looked up at him, a literary throne fit for a king. Laughing while trying to climb the mountain and accidentally knocking him down under you, the two of you laughing your heads off until something smacked into him.
"huh.." he picked the book up, showing it to you. It had a large hardback cover, images of strange people. One had shoes with wings, and he flew over another man who was half horse? You laughed at the absurdness, but Techno stared at it for a second, seemingly intrigued. "Greek mythology.." He mumbled under his breath, staring at the words.
"Isn't that the weird story from history class?" You asked as you both stood up. He opened it up, and the first page was a little terrifying. A giant man, swallowing babies.
"Oh its Kronos." He commented, far more educated on the subject than you had been at the time. "He ate his children so they wouldn't overthrow his rule."
You stared at him, disturbed. Your elementary school brain did not like or really get what this was. " He ate his kids.. Yeah.. that's freaky.." You said, making a face at the picture.
"Well it doesn't end badly." Techno begins, trying to ease your discomfort. "The kids actually win at the end. " He flipped the page, pointing to a bunch of people in bed-sheet dresses. "Zeus mom actually tricked his dad, so he didn't get eaten. Instead he grew up, and formed a plan. He made his dad eat a really gross mixture and throw up all his siblings, and they defeated him afterward. So they got to rule Olympus."
You were silent for a moment. "You know a lot about this.."
"I actually pay attention in class."
You laugh a little, remembering the two of you as kids. You opened the book in the middle, knowing it like the back of your hand as you flipped to your favorite part.
"Theseus.. Theseus.. who is this guy.." A teenage you mumbled to yourself. "Is he like Perseus..? Is he in Percy Jackson.." You looked at the book, not really wanting to read it and just hoping your memories of your favorite children's novel would help.
"It's disappointing to know you only know stuff from that book.." A voice behind you grumbled, the piglin holding his books close to himself as he sat the stack next to you.
"I like books, but I have other hobbies Tech. I can't dedicate my whole life to them you do.." You reply teasingly, finally giving in and opening the book.
"Hey! I play Minecraft!" He argues, reading over your shoulder.
"And kill orphans, such a booked schedule tech.." You comment absentmindedly. "It's a miracle you have enough time for me."
"Hey, you would fail English without me."
"I would not. I'd have B's."
"So thank me for the A's." He teases, tucking a piece of hair behind your hair. You look up at him, snorting at his action. He was always so touchy, at the time you didn't think much of it. He was just Technoblade.
"Thank you so much.. Technoblade ruler of English class.." You rolled your eyes, before scrunching up your nose at one part. "He reminds me of your little brother... wait.. is this where the nickname comes from?"
He stares at you light your dumb.
"Right.. Mythology nut.. of course it does.." You mumble and he laughs, leaning his head on your shoulder. Even at that age he towered over you, just not as badly as he does now.
You pushed him off. "Why do you like this shit so much?" You wondered, a little grossed out at these supposed 'heroes'.
He thinks for a moment, before taking your hand in his own. " It's just.. it's cool.."
You sigh. "Is that the best I get.. that's so little from a nerd like you."
He laughs. "Like you're not one.. You got all those weird things you like too."
"Touche, now.. maybe you could give me a better answer?"
"...no.. But maybe you could actually study.. don't wanna fail that essay do we?" You sighed, some of his mothering tendencies could be annoying.
"Like I could with you around." You mock.
"...flattery. I like that. Does work on me. Okay, I guess it's because.. i like how exciting it is, the danger and the romance. Not everybody is great, but it's.. compelling. Besides, this book reminds me of you." He points to the one you were reading. "It always finds you, you say you can't stand this subject, but I always find you looking into it. It feels.. special."
He stared into your eyes, and suddenly you were hyper aware of his hand on yours as you found yourself feeling warmer. His words touching something inside of you as you looked into his glistening orbs of eyes, something you had never seen in them before.
A sigh and a vague feeling made you close the book. You could recite every word inside out and backwards and the words were dancing along the tip of your tongue. Tears started to fall down your cheek, and you came back into reality cupping your cheek with a realization.
"Thump. "
A book hit the floor.
You turned around to see long pink hair fall across a man's shoulder as he bent down to pick up what he had dropped, his appearance was familiar, but when he looked back up at you your heart popped.
"Y/N.." The word came from a voice both familiar and not. You stood up, the book to your chest. You legs found their way next to him without you telling them to, staring at his face like a book you couldn't put down.
"Tech.. It's been a while. " he had gotten tall, and you noticed how nicely he kept his hair in a braid. A collared white shirt that practically came from a fairy-tale. You couldn't help but admire how much he looked like a prince.
He held a hand close to his chest, the words catching on his throat."Y-yeah.. It's.. I haven't seen you since high school, have I?"
You giggled at his reaction, his emotions clear as day. "..Missed me?"
His breath catches, such a strange but beautiful reaction from such a large man. "Y-yes. Yes I missed you. Oh Y/n, I missed you."
You sigh as he cups your cheek noticing your tears. "Y-"
"I missed you too." You cut him off. "The past three years.. have been so.." You bit your lip, clutching the book closer to you.
He noticed the book, his eyes widening before he laughed out. "You have it!" He held it up, before looking at you. Something in his eyes changed as they widened at his realization.
You nodded. "I'm actually a teacher now.." You looked down blushing. "I needed it for my class.. thought I would use the special one.."
"You're a teacher?" He looks at you curiously before you notice his badge.
"You work here now?"
"Literature major.. I'm hoping to become head librarian.." He looks away blushing.
You hold the badge in your hand, admiring it. "You're gonna be an amazing one."
"thanks.. I thought you hated mythology.." He commented, handing the book back to you.
"I changed my mind.." You replied, as one last memory came back to you.
It was graduation day, and it was pouring rain. You and Techno sat under the bleachers, laugh at you used him plus his jacket as an umbrella. He was drenched, and not a drop had touched you. "This is not fair.." He complained.
"You're the one who wanted to read it to me.. here's the best spot.." You replied, trying not to laugh.
He let out a annoyed sigh, opening the book as you leaned into his chest. "People are gonna think were making out or something.." He replied blushing.
"Let people think what they want.." You were serious, but a warmth crept through you at his words as butterflies filled your stomach.
"Okay.. Theseus?"
"You read that every time.. " You complained. "Any new ones?"
"No.. But we haven't read this one in a while. " He pointed to a page with a goddess with flawless skin and gorgeous features adorned. "Aphrodite."
"Hmm.. Okay.. but you gotta spice it up if I'm not supposed to get bored. "
"I didn't write it.. how could I.." He sighed at your look. "Aphrodite was the goddess of love. One of her birth stories is that she came from the ocean, the foam of sea birthing her. She's married to Hephaestus, but cheats on him with Ares.. who's apparently much hotter. Her son is Eros, who is the god of love-"
"I'm bored.." You admitted after trying to pay attention for a while. "Can't we do anything else.. "
"Aphrodite is interesting.." He whined.
"While her love life may be, i beg to differ.. " You sighed and closed your eyes. "I'm gonna fall asleep.."
He laughed, running his hands through your hair. "You think her love life is interesting? That's.. a start."
You laughed with him. "Well it's better than mine, I've never even dated.. I don't think anyone's attracted to me.."
"What no.. you're plenty hot. You'll find someone in no time." He tried to cheer you up, and ignore the blush that the words caused him to adorn.
"Mmmm.. maybe a person like Hephaestus. Ugly face and good personality. Good spouse, just a little.. boring. I'd marry them in like ten years." You tried to think of the best thing you could think of for yourself.
"So you do listen.. "
"Yeah I know his mom yeeted him off a cliff for being ugly.." You replied. "Like me."
He sighed. "You're anything but ugly. You rival.. you rival Aphrodite. " He did the look once again and you felt yourself pulled in.
"You reall-"
"...Yeah.. Look you're gorgeous.. inside and out.. You make the goddess of love look like some nobody with how much you outshine her. And I.. I love you. I love you so badly.. " He looked away and you could feel his heart beat against his chest, practically trying to escape.
You opened your mouth only to close it, and what started as pull was now a force of magnetism so great you found your lips close to his before you pulled away. "You.. Technoblade.." Your heartbeat was a stampeding armada. He looked down and you cried, tears dripping down your cheeks.
"I know you don't feel the same.."
"I didn't say that."
His eyes slowly met yours, and you felt like the sun and moon had become one and the same. The sky was a storm overhead and the man you loved and who loved you looked at you with such a gaze that you felt like you might pass out. You leaned in, and you found yourself in the present again. Staring up at him and techno staring down at you like both of you had just had gone through the same memory.
"I Uh.. " He looked away blushing, his glasses catching the light and glinting pink. Those were new.
You held his hands. "I know.." his eyes returned to you. "I know.. I know Tech." Pressing one of his palms into your cheek you looked up at him and a wave of emotions passed between the two of you, it had been years, but that same magnet drew the two of you closer. His lips touched yours as he cupped your face with a hand, the other wrapping around your waist.
Right where it belonged.
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Would you be willing to write a part 2 to "Angel Wings and Pledges to the Crown" where we heal techno them phil, mumza, tommy, and wilbur come running to us to see what's happening the rest would be up to you
:0 COMING RIGHT UP i've been wanting to write a part two but had no ideas so thank you Hun!
Angel Wings and Pledges to the Crown P2
"I thought you said you never die," Yn said as she sat behind Techno and placed his head on their lap. Techno rolled his eyes at his wife and remarked, "I'm still alive, aren't I?" as Yn stared at the bloody mess in front of her where the three bodies lay still. "You're aboustlaty gorgeous m'lady," Technoblade said as Yn giggled and joined their hands together.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" When Yn looked up, she saw Tommy standing there with his jaw hanging wide and his eyes staring directly into theirs. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?" Tommy exclaimed, causing Yn to frown and turn her head away. "Tommy, stop talking to my wife like that," Techno glared at his younger brother, ordering him to stop. "That's Yn?" Yn nodded as she turned to Wilbur after hearing his voice. Mumza and Philza nodded after glancing at Yn and each other.
When Yn opened her eyes after closing them, the heaviness of her wings had vanished. She then turned their head to Techno and said, "I understand if you don't want me any longer, my lord." Yn muttered as their vision was clouded by tears. Techno swiftly shook his head no, "You my love are never getting away from me" "We should get you back to the castle, dear," Yn remarked, looking up at the sky. "I prefer it here," Techno responded, grabbing hold of Yn and bringing her to his chest. "But the-" "shhhh," Techno interrupted.
---months later---
Jumping out of the huge bed because a loud bang Yn hurriedly removed her crimson nightgown and changed into a white blouse, black pants, and dark red corset. Techno was sleeping in the bed when Yn snatched his cape and wrapped it around her shoulders before sprinting out of the room and towards the bang.
As she rounded a corner, Yn reached up and snatched one of the swords off the wall. What is with all this noise, Yn Instally hit down the intruder and aimed the sword directly at their chest. Yn raised her head to an tired looking Technoblade in her view. "Why are you aiming your sword at the new cook, Yn?" Yn turned to gaze at the guy who appeared to be shaking; he had brown hair that was fluffy and grey eyes. Yn felt like they kicked a puppy.
"I'm sorry, I heard a bang, I mistaken it for an interupter." Yn swiftly put her sword down and assisted the man in standing.
Yn nodded and the man apologised, saying, "Of course Queen Yn, my apologies; I shouldn't have been so loud in the first place" "it's alright..." "Karl Jacobs, my lady!" Yn smiled and said, "Mr. Jacobs, it's quite alright." The cook immediately bowed once more, dashed for the kitchen. Yn rolled her shoulders and groaned. "Honey, you've been off ever since the accident in the field," Techno said. Yn bit her lip and bowed her head, saying, "of course my lord, my apologies." The marble floor started to blur.
"Shh my little godess you're ok I'm here," Yn felt arms encircle her. Yn couldn't help but sob and hug Techno."Let's get you back to sl-," "Techno. My son, we have a very important meeting to get to. Oh Yn, are you okay, dear?" "Mother, I don't think it's the time for that meeting," Techno said, as Yn pulled herself away from Techno. Mumza sighed, "Her parents want it, not us, hun."
Yn eyed the two while asking, "What meeting?" Mumza nodded as she turned to face Techno, telling him, "You have to tell her Techno...I'll leave you guys a minute." "Techno," Yn said, staring up at her husband, whose red eyes pierced into hers. "You father wants er-...heirs," Techno said with a flush, "is he here?" Techno nodded and watched as she stormed into the meeting room, flinging open the door. "Hey dear-" Yn ignored her mother and stepped in front of her father, who appeared unfazed, saying, "You will wait till I am ready or you won't receive any at all." "then you will be done with this marriage," Alexander glared down at Yn before grabbing her wrist, "wha-" Yn struggled to contain her tears as her father told her to pack her things and head home. "You can't make me leave," Yn said, "I can and I will young lady go pack your things NOW."
Yn eventually started crying and said, "but i-" Everything got silent after "BUT YOU WHAT YN" and "I LOVE HIM," and the only sound was Yn sobbing with her arms around her shoulders. "Come on Yn, let's go get you packed, honey," the Mumza said. Mumza led the way as Yn leaned into her, meeting Techno in the hall, Techno paused and turned to face Yn before turning to face his mother, who was merely shaking her head. Technoblade nodded and stormed into the meeting room.
The moment Technoblade threw open the entrance, the entire castle seem to shake. Yn sobbed uncontrollably as she packed her things and even harder as she picked up something Techno had bought them. "I don't want to leave," Mumza quickly drew Yn into a hug and comforted her, saying, "Shh, it's ok. Techno will bring you back, I promise you." Yn nodded into Mumza's chest.
Her father threw open Yn's door while grabbing Yn's wrist and ordering some guards to retrieve their bags. As everyone was gathered at the front door of the castle, Yn was being pulled there. She immediately stopped, causing their father to turn and stare at her. "Please just let me say goodbye," she pleaded, her voice breaking. Alexander said, "hurry up."
Even the cook Karl, who she barely knew, was hugged by her. When she turned to face Techno, he had a single tear running down his cheek. Yn hugged him tightly and let out a sniffling sound before her father interrupted her. "Goodbye my god," Yn was yanked away, the last thing she heard was "goodbye my little godess."
Yn was escorted from the palace and into a carriage, where her mother sat with her face streaked with tears and her father sat next to Eloise, leaving Yn to sit across from him. As the horse started to pull the carriage down the walkway, the carriage started to rock. Yn quickly turned around to watch the castle and her husband slowly vanishing.
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welp here we go again
INCORRECT QUOTES TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Y/n: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday
Dream: Wednesay
Y/n: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible
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Y/n: Dream, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power!
Dream: Well of course I have.
Dream: Have you ever tried going mad without power?
Dream: It's boring.
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Y/n: Today is a day of running through hurdles.
Ranboo: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles?
Y/n: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.
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Y/n: Ranboo... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?
Ranboo: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.
Y/n:
Y/n: I wrote sanitize, Ranboo
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Y/n: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail
Sapnap: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police
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Y/n: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming
Sapnap: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak
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George: Welcome, fellow idiots
Y/n: Hello, George
George: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot
Y/n: You underestimate me
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George: *Gets down on one knee*
Y/n: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.
George: *Falls over*
Y/n: The poison is kicking in.
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Tommy: Change is inedible.
Y/n: Don't you mean inevitable?
Tommy, spitting out coins: No, I did not.
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Tommy: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Y/n's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...
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Tubbo: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?
Y/n: Oh, I’m always running
Y/n: The question is from what
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Tubbo: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.
Y/n: It’s not a joke.
Y/n: *sniffles*
Y/n: I’m a legit snack.
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Foolish: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao
Y/n: What did you do op?
Foolish: A MISTAKE
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Y/n: Foolish...
Foolish: Oh no, 'Foolish' in b-flat.
Foolish: You're disappointed.
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Technoblade: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE
Y/n: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially
Technoblade, desperately, as Y/n bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Y/n: Oh! B positive.
Technoblade: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Y/n:
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Technoblade, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.
Y/n: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!
Technoblade, with the tone of someone who is used to Y/n: Outstanding.
Technoblade: This is what I’m talking about people.
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Technoblade: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.
Y/n: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.
Technoblade: Absolutely not.
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i accidentally hit post on this too early so if you saw this b4 it was finished- no you didn't
ANYWAYS enjoy, because the last one got over 300 likes so
ic master list :)
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Techno: *Loses Y/n in crowd* Hey Will, I can't find Y/n anywhere
Wilbur: Alrighty then *Cups mouth* Y/N SUCKS
...nothing happens
Wilbur: Ok... Then, TECHNO SUCKS
Y/n: *Pushes way through crowd* THE FUCK YOU SAY ABOUT TECHNO
Wilbur: Found them
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red eyed crows
in which tommy reunites with his old friend, that may just save him
y/n has she/her pronouns
lowercase intentional :)
“tommy, you thought you were so smart, hm,” dream smiled manically down at tommy. "you thought you could escape me, and take the disks, right," he swung his sword. “hate to break it to you, but you’re gonna die now, bitch.”
tommy had been soo close, but all because of that stupid berry bush, that made him trip, made him slip up. he was so close to his disks, his disks, had his disks, dream ha-”
“wrong place for this shit, dream.” a cold voice interrupted. “although… i do need those lives.” the woman grinned wickedly, before adding on, “but not infront of my castle, bitch.”
“yea dream, fuck off.”
“you heard the kid.” she shrugged. the woman scraped her axe along the stone bricks and hefted it onto her shoulders.
“i- uh, what?” dream gaped.
tommy did too. he imagines he looks like a better goldfish, better at gaping, because he's big man tommyinni-
“fuck off.”
dream saluted.
“til we meet again then, princess.”
and off dream scampered.
tommy liked to pretend dream didn't fall backwards off the cliff face, and especially that he didn't wink at the woman because that wouldn't be poggers, but tommy did like to imagine that dream didn't water bucket mlg and he imagined that dream's death message appeared in the air.
tommy snickered to himself. oh shit. the poggest woman ever that saved his ass was staring at him.
“ok, so uh, um-”
“long time no see, tomathy.” she smiled softly.
“YOU, YOU KNOW...ME? and,” tommy puffed up his chest. “it is actually big man tommy-”
“yea, of course. do you remember me?”
tommy faltered. he, totally remembered her, he wasn't aging! unlike wilbur-
“no?”
“oh. it's y/n.”
authors note:
first time asudh,ksjd might continue
(maybe? part one of my technoblade x reader series)
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DUDE IMAGINE SBI WILBUR AND TECHNO BOTH HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU AND FIGHTING OVER YOU. Might write some fics about it tbh. Thoughts? Ideas? 👀
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YOUR WORDS KILLED ME
Sbi! Family x Male! Killer! Reader.
Tw!: Gore, torture, mentions of torture, blood, killing, depression. Etc.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
you couldn't even keep count of how many days it had been since you were stuck down here.
1, 2, 3..678910..
Who knows? Yet as the faint sound of your blood dropping onto the floor making a slight consecutive sound you became aware of the passage of time around you.
The faint sound of chains rubbing with each other, making an awful sound.
Pain was the only thing you felt at the moment and you knew you weren't going to last very longer in this hell hole.
You committed a crime, a deadly one quite literally, and in exchange you got sentenced to this.
Torture and torture for days on end.
You heard the heavy metal door move and tried to look up but even that hurt.
You could try to look up with your eyes but you failed the energy to even do that.
"Hey mate.." Philza, oh your sweet father Philza, all this time he had been so hopeful and so relived when they told him you'll be able to get out instead of serving a life long sentence
Yet it pained you so much, knowing his poor heart was going to be crushed.
"Are you feeling ok? I'm guessing your asleep right now though.."
'I'm not sleeping, I'm dying' you thought as a warm feeling invaded your pain struck heart.
Your father always did care for you, he always has, as his first child you meant everything to him.
You wish you could scream out to him and tell him your fate, but were unable as your tongue had been cut out in the early days of this sentence.
You wanted to cry and sob, tell him everything that was wrong, so maybe he could save you, he could rescue you.
That maybe you'll get to see your little brothers again.
Maybe train with techno one last time, teach Wilbur guitar again, and help tommy pull pranks on the others just for one more time.
But your death seemed closer than that possibility coming true.
"Don't worry mate, just 2 more weeks and your out of here, two more weeks and you'll get to go home." Spoke your father tears welling in his eyes at the sight of your broken hanged up form.
You'd be long gone by then, your poor heart ached at the thought of your caring family having to receive the news of your death.
You all meant a lot to the other, so just thinking about it made you weep.
"I'll be taking my leave now mate, stay strong ok? We are all waiting for you back home.." his voice spoke, you tried to move towards him, yell at him to stop and speak a little more.
To null the pain and bring back the good memories, you wanted to die with a familiar voice calling out to you.
Not the treacherous screams of the other inmates in here whose fates have already been decided.
Soon after though another person came in.
"Y/n? You there?"
Techno
Techno!
You were so glad, you wanted to run up and hug him so tightly both of you were out of air.
Sadly you couldn't so you slightly moved your arms making the chains jingle hoping that would give him the message you were listening to him.
"Ah good, thought you were passed out there for a sec and I got really scared.." he chuckled lightly at the end of his sentence
Don't say stuff like that...it'll only make it harder for me to die you thought
"listen, we all, really miss you ok? I know what you did was bad, but, nobody deserves this.
Come back home, ok? We all.
Really need you" spoke his grave voice as he slowly made his way outside, looking over at you again before leaving.
There were so many things you wanted to say to him.
So many
So so many.
You had missed him so much over the years it was crazy.
You didn't know if this was the gods way of having mercy on you and letting you hear your family one last time or their punishment.
Making you hear and bear that weight of sadness knowing all their hopes of you getting out of here were going to get tarnished by your inevitable death.
No-one?
Guess that was it.
Maybe Wilbur and tommy didn't think you were worth their time-
"Y/n?..." Spoke a gentle voice from the other side of the space.
Wilbur.
You slightly smiled, you wanted to cry more than ever.
You had missed him so much.
Hearing about his death in l'manburg broke you in a million pieces
Yet there he stood now, revived and well.
He only started at you and walked over.
He inspected your weak form and wanted to cry at the state of it.
In an act of anger, at seeing his brother, his blood, one of the men who raised him be hung up and treated like a punching bag he broke the chains holding up your arms, with a sword that always hanged loosely on his belt.
Guards came rushing in as you finally felt your hands in God knows how long.
You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.
Guards came in and started pushing him out
He screamed and thrashed in their hold.
"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKS, IM TALKING WITH MY BROTHER, WAIT-
NO NO WAIT-
Y-!"
his voice got cut off as he was forced out and the metal door slammed shut.
The guards looked at your weak form on the ground and scoffed as they pulled you up and tied you by your wrists.
So much for feeling your hands again
This time you didn't hear a voice, not even a peep.
Just quiet footsteps as they came closer and closer to you.
You felt gentle arms around your torso, careful as to not hurt you as sobs emitted from said person.
Tommy, the youngest out of all of you.
You looked at his dirty blonde hair and wanted to reach out and hug him so bad as he hugged and cried onto your broken skin.
His sobs filled out the room as tears fell from your eyes at the sight of your little brother in pain.
All because of you
Your family was suffering
Your friends were suffering
Everyone was suffering
Because of you
"All right, visiting times over kid, scram" spoke your torturer and you wanted to punch him faceless because of how he talked to your brother.
He only glared at the man but then took notice of the various array of weapons desplayed on his cart.
Full of blood, your blood, to be precise.
"hey, wait, no." He said as he stared.
Two more guards came out and went towards him when they realized he had no plans of leaving.
"HEY! NO! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON DOING TO HIM! NO! DONT YOU DARE-" Spoke the blonde haired kid as they dragged him out, tears falling from his blue eyes.
"Something permanent" spoke your abuser as he smirked at your disheveled younger brother being forced out of the room.
You could hear your name being called and sobs from the other side.
No
No
NO
NO
NONO
NONONONO
NO GOD PLEASE
Don't leave me please
Philza...
Techno...
Wilbur....
Tommy...
Don't leave me to die alone please...
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Living with C!Technoblade (dating)
On the rare occasion that he would use the axe of peace in front of you
He would use it like a normal knife or even a butter knife
He once use it to flip some pancakes over
Techno is actually not really protective and doesn’t get jealous
I’m kidding he’s kinda overprotective and gets jealous often when talking to someone other than him, philza, tommy, ranboo and sometimes Steve
when you would meet one of technos best friends STEVE!
Steve would be a little suspicious of you but when you feed him some fish from your inventory
He instantly loves you
Weirdly enough techno would get jealous of steve when you would talk to him in a baby voice
One of his biggest fears is you getting hurt or getting hurt by him
During doomsday planning he would almost never come out of his room except when he would come out of his room and give you a big kiss on your lips and some loving words before returning to his room
During doomsday he would not let you go with him as he would be scared that you would get hurt
After doomsday techno and would have all his attention on you cause he felt like shitty bf after not giving you lots of attention for a while
Clingy techno is da best
On another note when you meet philza he immediately see the look in techno eyes when he looks at you
Philza recognizes the look on his eyes as the same look he gives Kristen
After meeting you, Philza would love you in a friendly ways and he would always tease techno about his in love state and techno would just brush it off
#dsmp x reader#technoblade x y/n#technoblade x reader#technoblade x you#mcyt x reader#dream smp x y/n#dsmp x you#techno x reader#techno x you
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Dream Smp Masterlist
Masterlist for all my Dream SMP Stories:
☁-Angst
❆-Fluff
⚘ -Smut
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Technoblade x Reader:
Under the FloorBoards: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V, Pt. VI, Pt. VII, Pt. VIII, Pt. VX, Pt. X, Pt. XI, Pt. XII, Pt. XII ☁❆
Lost One's Weeping: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two ❆☁
Beauty and the Beast: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4: final, epilogue ❆⚘
Phantom of the Opera AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Final ⚘❆☁
Withered ☁
Where Loyalties Lie ☁
I’m Not Soft ❆
Let Me Worship You ❆
Fight For Me ❆
Royal ❆
Blood for the Blood God ❆ ☁
Shut Up and Drive ❆
Written In the Stars ❆
Forgive me father for I have sinned ⚘
Don’t mess with the boss’s wife ❆
Wilbur Soot x Reader:
First Lady of the Court: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III ❆☁
Philza Minecraft x Reader:
Of Immortality and Nymphs: pt. II, Pt. III ❆
Karlnapity x Reader:
Time Travel is A Tricky Business ❆
Fundy x Reader
Little Fox ❆
Platonic Ranboo x Reader:
Slumber Party ❆
Platonic Tommyinit x reader:
Tis' But A Flesh Wound ❆
Since I've Been Gone ❆
C!Jschlatt x Reader:
Poff Poff (Platonic) ❆
Daddy's Little Girl (DadSchlatt au) Pt. II, Pt. III ☁
The Women Who Loved a Monster☁
Family SBI x Reader:
Little Hope ❆
Dream Smp Headcanons:
Them simping for you ❆
How they Kiss ❆
Them Leaving Marks on you⚘
A Pirates Life for Me ❆
Woes of an Immortal (3k Special) ❆⚘☁
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The Ocean
Technoblade x NB Child! Reader
I should've posted this earlier but couldn't bring myself too.
This is for you buddy. Though you'd sometimes get your mythology facts wrong and cause me to yell at you through my phone. Without you my minecraft persona would've never existed. 💙
In the early days of the SMP all was good. Flowers sprouted, animals wandered, and there was laughter. Through the (Y/E/C) eyes of three year old (Y/N) the world was perfect. They strolled through the tall fields behind their grandfather's house as their two uncles searched for them. (Y/N) wasn't supposed to be outside because of their allergies and all the things that could hurt them. Before leaving this morning they had heard their father tell his brothers if anything happened to his child they'd both be dead. Whether if the injury is as small as an ant bite he would hurt them worse. So the uncles did their best to keep (Y/N) in sight at all times, not letting the toddler even look outside because the sun could blind 'em.
"(Y/N) where are you? This isn't funny anymore you little shit." Uncle Tommy called out from far left. The child could hear Wilby scolding his brother for the type of language he used only for Tommy to snap back with, "Well the Blade literally calls them an orphan, what's worse?"
The child just smiled to themselves as they reached a patch of grassy dirt with nothing but blue flowers growing on it. The ground was soft and cool under their feet. In the distance, they could see the ocean. It looked so inviting and inviting looking like they could easily jump right into it. But they didn't know how to swim so jumping into the water would mean going to the doctor and then having to sit in that chair until someone decided they were okay enough to go home. Even when they tried to play outside without a their father or any other guardian watching over them, they never got to experience such joy like the ocean did.
"I found them! Over there!" Wilbur shouted from up behind. The two men came running down the hill. They skidded to a stop as they finally caught sight of (Y/N).
"(Y/N), darling please stop running, we don't want to play anymore." (Y/N) ran away farther from the duo. Their little legs aching slightly but still pumping, being fueled by adrenaline. The small child was filled with excitement. They couldn't remember the last time they felt so alive and free. It wasn't long before they lost sight of the adults who ran after them. Now it was just the wind, the birds chirping above them, and the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore. That's when the feeling hit them; pain. All over.
They cried out, their body collapsing onto the ground while clutching their stomach. Tears streamed down their face. They thought something had happened to their father since the two had a link shared where they could feel the other one's pain. Maybe they were being abandoned again or maybe they died. The child was breathing heavily. Were they dying? They tried to stay awake but it was getting harder to breathe. The child began falling towards the earth. As soon as they touched the ground everything went black.
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"No no no! Wake up (Y/N)." A man's voice rang out. A deep voice but not harsh, comforting almost. But the man was calling too loud, his voice was loud. And it made everything much more painful. Everything felt warm and fuzzy except for their head and stomach.
"You open those (Y/E/C)ed eyes right now!" Another man yelled. His voice was closer than the first one. He sounded angry. Angry and worried. (Y/N) couldn't make sense of why he'd be worried though. It's not like the man cared. The voices continued to speak louder. Each time it felt worse. There was an ache in their whole chest and stomach. Like something inside their heart or lungs was about to explode. Then everything became dark.
"Child wake up!" Someone was shaking them violently. (Y/N)'s body jolted awake and they began to cry and whimper. (Y/N) felt their head throbbing. Everything seemed blurry around the edges.
"Shh orphan, everything's okay. Everything's okay, I promise." The man said, holding the crying child close to him and rocking them gently. The child began to calm. Soon the tears stopped and their breathing slowed. They reconized the man in front of them.
"Dada!" The little one squealed, throwing their arms around the pigmen's neck, squeezing tightly. Uncle Wilbur arrived finally panting heavily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an inhaler giving it to Technoblade, who put it to the child's lips. They quickly sucked in the breath which helped the dizziness subside.
They let go, sitting back against Techno's lap and resting his hands on top of theirs. The warrior kissed their forehead as Wilbur took the inhaler back from his brother's fingers and put it in his own pocket. Tommy sat nearby mumbling under his breath not as angry anymore but still worried. The other two men fussed over the three year old for a little longer before deciding it was wise to head home. Philza was probably pulling his hair out in fear of what could've happened while he slept.
Techno stood up cradling their tiny body in his arms. He glanced at his brothers before saying, "Let's get them home." And headed towards the path through the meadow with (Y/N) held tight in his arms. (Y/N) laid limp between the pigmen's chest breathing in his familiar cologne. They felt themself get sleepy but still had one last question before giving in.
"Daddy, can we go to the ocean tomorrow?" The child questioned in a soft whisper, closing their eyes and smiling to themselves. (Y/N) hadn't seen the ocean since the day they were brought here. They'd seen pictures of it but it just didn't feel real. They weren't convinced, quite the skeptic just like their father. (Y/N) could feel their father breathe out deeply and her uncles bickering at each other nearby as they walked.
"Sure thing Orphan. But only after I have a long talk with your uncles." The child nodded and yawned.
"Don't yell at them too much please Dada. I want to see them again in the future." Techno laughed quietly and nuzzled the child in his arms.
"Sure thing kiddo, now sleep.child You ran a long ways from home which means an even longer walk." (Y/N) sighed tiredly and closed their eyes. Within seconds they were snoring softly in Techno's arms. They were so precious and innocent. He didn't deserve the child but would gladdly be there for the trouble they will get into, dragging his brothers into it with them. He couldn't wait.
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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..."
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"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.
Edited and not proofread
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Sad News:
Hey folks, just wanted to let you know that due to the news of Technoblade passing, I won't be posting any techno x reader for a while.
may you, great blood god, live on forever in our memories and hearts.
o7
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Techno: Ok so-
Y/n: We leave at dawn, the food and hotels have been arranged
Techno: ...ok what about the-
Y/n: No worries I've got your snacks and blankets
Techno: ...I love you
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