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inariter · 2 years ago

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Things Change-4 (Duskwood x Reader)

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Complications, fun little things life likes to throw your way. And you can either embrace them, find solutions, and resolve it. Or you can simply run and avoid it until it has finally hunted you down.

I’ve faced my fair share of complications. Most of the time, I’ve tried to ignore them, to convince myself that I’m fine when I’m anything but. I try to shove it so far down in some hopes it might resolve on it’s own.

Never seems to work no matter how much I try again and again.

And now...now, another one has been thrown my way.

Your heart is a funny thing, it can want so many things at once. It can sway either way, especially when it comes to something called love. Now they say if you’re going to choose between two people, always chose the second. Because if you’ve truly loved the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.

Now riddle me this, two people have walked into your life. One a wanted individual who can never truly be as open as you want them to be. Who can never be as present as you need them to be. But it’s clear they would do anything to keep you safe and secure, even if it means they risk themselves. In them, you always find a comfort unlike any other. And two, the new person, one who all you’ve heard were these bad things. But when you meet them, they’re anything but. Instead, they can listen for time on end. They make you smile and laugh more than you ever have. They make you feel alive...and they can be there. You know it’s only the start into what may be, feeling there is so much more there than meets the eye.

How I am to choose? How am I to know which one is best?

How do I not let any of this infiltrate this influence me? How can I ever focus on the case on hand?

I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore.

And nothing seems to help, only worsening it all.

Because here I stand, in the midst of this chaotic spider web. Trapped like a fly, waiting to be devoured.

Knowing that someone I’ve called a friend is out there, wrecking havoc on us all. It’s all coming together, my suspicions are only growing. It’s only a matter of time before I’m caught or he is.

It’s the only way any of this can end.

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And as the night finally quelled down, as the alcohol slowly left her system, (Y/n) could feel her mind begin to clear.

(Y/n) and Lilly able to piece together the puzzle Jake left behind for them both, now it was only a matter of time before it would come full circle. (Y/n) could see her reservations about the newcomer, understand where she came from. While she said water under the bridge, it would take time to really forgive Lilly for what she did.

And of course, how could she forget Dan, texting her out of the blue. She could imagine how worried he was and he had his own unique way of showing it. Something that warmed her heart to see, especially as they weren’t as different as they thought they were. As they were forming a relationship of their own, beyond the pressures they faced.

Leaving her with Phil, the conversations in person and online resonating deeply with her. Unsure what to think now, much less what to feel. Though she wondered if she gave anything away, if Phil might uncover her own secrets and what he may do with said information.

It was all banking on time now. To see how things may or may not unfold.

So it was as good as time as any to sort the mess of her head as everything began to simmer down for once. (Y/n) looked to her phone then to her portable evidence board. Trying to fill in the missing pieces with hypotheticals but her mind kept wandering back to the night of Jessy’s attack.

(Y/n) knew only a few people knew what Jessy was planning that night. Richy by default being the employer, Phil knew bits when he confronted her but he only knew the rumors surrounding (Y/n). The others, well Dan was in the hospital, Cleo and Thomas were breaking and entering, and Lilly didn’t want to be involved.

“It’s all coming together, Jax. It’s funny, how wary some of them were to me. But in reality, it’s a person closest to them that they should be most wary of.”

A few oddities seemed to be blatantly obvious now she had time to have fun and go see the world beyond her home and computer. It was really proved to be helpful.

“I understand why none of them were able to uncover what happened. Because none of them wanted to face the dirty truth. It’s only a matter of time now.”

Now, she had her growing suspicions and it seemed to go back to one person again and again. Whether she wanted to accept it or not was hard to say.

Especially given everything.

(Y/n) knew the others may not accept her suspicions, none of them wanted to think that one of their own could have done this. So for now, she decided to let it play out a bit longer. To see where this road is bound to take her and whether he would move again.

Maybe then, more evidence would present itself. Maybe then, they would be more open to this theory of hers.

Maybe...

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“This isn’t right, none of this is right!”

“That doesn’t matter right now. We have to look out for ourselves, (Y/n). You think they’re going to let us off the hook? You think it’ll be a slap on the wrist if we spill our guts? We aren’t dumb, little kids any more.”

“And this is the right thing? Can’t you hear yourself, right?! I mean, take a look in the mirror and tell me what you see right now.”

Gesturing at young woman, at all they were doing. For what? To cover their hides, to let someone else take the fall, so that they might have a chance at a decent life. She looked at the group, trying to find a single line of reason between them.

But none of them said a word. None of them could even look her in the eye.

“I’m not sure about you guys but I’m not living with this guilt. I refuse to let things go this way.”

“(Y/n)!”

“Come back! We’ll figure something out.”

“Please!”

Their words fell deaf on her ears as she continued pressing on. Finding her way back to the road, to the town she could barely call a home.

Not after everything, especially not after this.

And then, with a thump, things went dark.

Ring...Ring...Ring...

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The sound of her phone ringing woke the sleeping woman, for once she had an entire night of good rest. For once, she didn’t rely on her pills to guide her through a night of dreamless slumber. And for once, she didn’t feel like the waking dead.

And when (Y/n)’s eyes saw the caller id, she almost fell out of bed reaching for her phone.

“Jessy? How are you doing?”

“Better, my body still hurts but it’s not as bad as before. It’s also nice to hear your voice, (Y/n).”

“I’m glad. You know, I’m always here for you if you ever need anything.”

“I know. Though I had hoped our date would have ended better. I would have showed you around my house as we toasted to the night. Until, you know.”

“Jessy, I had a fun time. You got my mind off of everything and I can’t thank you enough.”

Though they both went silence, (Y/n) could imagine Jessy’s giddy smile gracing her face, capturing her many features just nicely.

“(Y/n), are you going to keep your promise? Are you going to take me away from this place when this is all over?”

“I am a woman of my word. I’ll take you away if you still desire it.”

“I want you to.”

“Then it shall happen, m’lady.”

She could hear that laughter that was like honey on the ears. Jessy was slowly becoming the best friend (Y/n) missed on having. While others may mistake it as more, (Y/n) knew where they both stood on these matters. At least (Y/n) hoped she did.

But if this friendship would continue growing, (Y/n) could only imagine where else it would go. How more their friendship would grow and blossom. Something she wouldn’t give up for the world.

“(Y/n), thank you. You’ve done so much for us...for me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s what any person with a heart would have done.”

“I don’t think so. Which is why I want to ask something of you. I want you to come to Duskwood, I want to see the woman who has done so much for us in person.”

“Jessy...I don’t know.”

“I guessed as much.”

“Look, I’ll think about it. There’s no promises but I’ll think about it.”

“I appreciate it. Talk later?”

“Yeah, talk later.”

Sighing, (Y/n) wondered how much longer she would have to put with this farce of hers. She knew it was only going to be a matter of time before word spread around this small town. Word of the new girl passing through and if they were smart enough, they would be able to figure it out.

And lies were no way to keep up the trust that was being built.

So she would only have to wait until the situation needed it so.

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femmmie · 1 year ago

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@phandomgiftexchange for Phoebebatchelor on Twitter!

Note: I noticed that you had the same reaction to that video of Dan and Louise as I had, so I tied that into the fic. I hope you like it!!!

Derailed Comedy

The awkwardness still reverberated through Dan's mind as he sat in his beautiful living room. He couldn't shake off the feeling that his latest video had crossed a line, particularly the jokes about a hypothetical baby. Louise, his dear friend for so many years, had not found it amusing, and Dan felt absolutely horrible. They had always clicked so well, him and Louise, and their awkwardness had always been a giddy and hilarious one. Not that day though. He'd gone all out with his dark humour and she had been visibly distressed, something Dan only noticed later when looking back on it. "I'm such an asshole," he thought, but beneath the surface, there was something deeper gnawing at him. It was driving him into an existential crisis, the likes of which he had not felt for quite some time now. He'd been able to fight it off, but this video and the realization he had hurt his friend, had broken down his defenses. Dan's fingers trembled as he ran them through his hair, his eyes fixed somewhere in the distance. Comedy had always been his armor, his shield against the complexities of life. But this time, it felt like he had just been mean. That confirmation of Dan's deepest fears - of being bad, being a nuisance, being alone, truly alone...

Phil walked in with a cup of coffee, which immediately distracted Dan from his spiraling. Everything Phil did was a safety hazard, and him walking with a hot coffee was not a good idea. Luckily, this time there was no spillage, and Phil sat down at the table. Phil was Dan's rock, his confidant, and yet, Dan felt a looming lump in his throat just thinking about bringing up the topic of children. As a gay couple, their journey to parenthood would require different means than a straight couple, and Dan couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of it all. But right now he had no choice but to talk about his feelings, or he'd be laying on the ground for weeks again, unable to move.

"Phil," he began, his voice quivering, "I... I keep thinking about what I said in that video, you know? It's not just about Louise... it's about... everything."

Phil peered up from his phone, concern etched across his face. He sat up, giving Dan his full attention. "What do you mean, Dan? What's everything?"

Tears welled up in Dan's eyes as he struggled to find the right words, his voice trembling with raw honesty. "I'm terrified, Phil. Terrified that I can't be the father I want to be. That I'm too dysfunctional, too messed up, to bring a child into this world. I don't know how to handle it all."

Dan's vulnerability touched Phil. Dan so rarely showed this side of him. Phil's eyes softened, his heart aching for his soulmate. He sat down next to Dan and reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly before finding its way to Dan's shoulder. "Dan," he said gently in his deep, warm voice, "you're not alone in this. We're a team, remember? We can face this together."

Dan's composure crumbled, and tears streamed down his face. The weight of his anxiety and doubts spilled forth as he let out choked sobs. Phil, torn between his own lack of desire for children and his love for Dan, sat there, his heart breaking at the sight of his best friend in such anguish.

"I don't want to lose you, Phil," Dan sobbed. "But sometimes I can't help but wonder... if I'm asking too much. If I'm asking for something we can't have."

Phil did not know how to feel. The love they shared was undeniable, and yet he understood the weight of Dan's fears. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before responding.

"Dan," Phil's voice was soft but resolute, "I love you with all my heart. And I understand your doubts and fears. But know this: our love is not defined by whether or not we have children. Our happiness lies in the life we've built together, in the moments we've shared and the adventures we've had and are planning for the future."

He went to sit closer to Dan and wrapped his arms around him. "We have the power to define our own path, to create a life that fulfills us both. And if that means not having children, then I'm perfectly content with that."

Dan's sobs began to subside as he clung to Phil, finding solace in his comforting words. "I just... I don't want to miss out on something so beautiful," he whispered, desperation sounding through his words.

Phil pulled back slightly and traced Dan's face, his beautiful face with his hand. His piercing eyes searched Dan's gaze, making Dan blush. "Our life is beautiful, Dan. The love we share, the joy we find in each other - it's a rarity. And if we ever change our minds, if we decide that parenthood is something we want to explore, we'll face it together. But for now, let's focus on cherishing what we have, on nurturing our own happiness."

Dan nodded. He leaned into Phil's touch and reveled in the warmth and scent of his best friend. Coffee and flowers.

Not a father

Phil found himself lost in contemplation, his thoughts drifting back to his own childhood memories. Growing up in the picturesque landscapes of Northern England, he recalled the loving embrace of his parents, the laughter that echoed through their home, and the admiration he held for his cool and charismatic older brother. They'd had countless amazing adventures together, being dumb kids and doing absolutely dumb and dangerous stuff, but always knowing they had a warm home to return to.

As he reminisced, Phil couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to provide a similar upbringing for a child of his own. The idea tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with a sense of awe and wonder. The thought of passing on love, creating cherished memories, and watching a tiny life flourish—it held a profound allure.

Yet, despite the enchantment, Phil knew deep down that fatherhood was not a role he felt destined for. The mere thought of being responsible for another human being, of guiding them through the complexities of life, sent waves of apprehension through his being.

He observed his own reactions when faced with infants or young children. The nervousness that tingled at his fingertips, the fear of saying or doing the wrong thing, made him question his own suitability for the role. Phil admired those like Louise, Marzia, and his own brother who had gracefully embraced the journey of parenthood, showering their children with boundless love and devotion. Their commitment and dedication were awe-inspiring, but it only further accentuated his own reservations.

Phil cherished the stability and routine of the life he lived with Dan. Their cozy evenings spent wrapped under inappropriately printed blankets, the absolutely bonkers adventures they just stumbled into so often, and the laughter that filled the air—it was a beautiful rhythm they had found. The idea of introducing a tiny being into their world felt like an upheaval, a disruption to the delicate balance they had crafted. It pained him to see Dan grappling with so much doubt and anguish. Phil's heart ached with the weight of his own limitations, of his inability to fulfill the dreams that begged for such a future, within Dan's heart.

As he stared into the quiet corners of their home, a melancholic sigh escaped his lips. Phil realized that his love for Dan was boundless, and he would support him in any endeavor, even if it meant confronting the uncertainties that lay ahead. But he also understood the importance of acknowledging his own truth, of honoring the limits of his own desires and capabilities.

Unconditional Love

The next day, Dan was still engulfed in his cloud of sadness, and sat on the couch once more, clad in a ridiculously expensive yet visually unappealing sweater. Phil watched him, both amused and mesmerized by Dan's ability to see beauty in the most unconventional things.

Determined to lift the spirits of his beloved best friend, Phil had been plotting something special. He discreetly tapped away on his phone, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"What are you plotting?" Dan said accusingly. He knew Phil way too well.

Phil made his way to the front door, excitement bubbling within him. Returning moments later, he cradled a rather large box in his hands, the anticipation visible in his eyes.

"What's this?" Dan said. Handing the box to Dan, Phil couldn't help but chuckle at his partner's skeptical expression. "Go on, open it and be very careful," he encouraged, his voice laced with an air of mystery. Dan's curiosity won the battle against his annoyance with Phil, so he cautiously unwrapped the box, his eyes widening as he caught sight of what sat inside. Nestled within the confines of the box was a tiny ball of fur, a puppy with soulful eyes and a wagging tail.

Dan gasped, a mixture of disbelief and delight crossing his face. "Phil... you got me a puppy?" he exclaimed softly, his voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

A myriad of thoughts raced through Dan's mind as he held the precious bundle of joy in his arms. A surge of warmth and affection washed over him, momentarily pushing aside the weight of his earlier worries. He looked up at Phil, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"We talked about this, we wouldn't get a dog," Dan stammered, but he could not help but smile. Phil's voice was filled with tenderness as he spoke, his gaze unwavering. "Dan, I know that having a child might not be in the cards for us, but I wanted to show you that love can come in many forms. This little fellow will bring joy and unconditional love into both our lives, and we will love him like he was our own child. I mean he is, just look at that face!"

"I can't believe you did this for me," Dan now cried as he petted the puppy. Right there, Dan and Phil's love bloomed like never before, echoed in the laughter that rang through their home, the warmth of their embrace, and the pawprints imprinted on their hearts.

Pawprints of Joy

In the early morning sun, the trio found themselves in the park, determined to conquer the art of dog training. Dan held a bag of treats tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with determination. "Okay, puppy, it's time for some training," he declared, his voice loud but calm.

Phil stood by his side, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "Remember, Dan, patience is key. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither will our puppy's obedience skills." "I wish I would have trained your obedience skills," Dan joked.

They began with the basics, attempting to teach their furry friend the command "sit." As they uttered the word, the puppy's attention drifted, causing a mischievous glimmer in its eyes. Before they knew it, their well-intentioned training session turned into a hilarious display of puppy zoomies, their puppy dashing around, tail wagging furiously.

Dan and Phil couldn't help but dissolve into fits of laughter. As they watched the little pupper bound around the park, Dan felt a weight lift from his chest, his earlier concerns about fatherhood fading somewhat to the background. The presence of this new chaos factor that rivalled Phil had a soothing effect on his restless mind, oddly bringing him a sense of peace and contentment.

The following weekend, Dan and Phil organized a puppy playdate with their friends and their furry companions. Laughter filled the air as dogs of all shapes and sizes romped and played, their playful energy contagious.

Louise showed up with one of her cats on a leash, and even though Dan had laughed at the sight at first, it quickly became fast friends with Dan and Phil's puppy. The sight of the animals chasing each other in joyful abandon warmed Dan's heart. It was a reminder of the beautiful connections that can be forged through shared experiences and the unconditional love that animals bring into our lives.

As they sat on a blanket, exchanging stories and training tips, Dan couldn't help but notice the sparkle in Phil's eyes as he watched the dogs play. It was a silent acknowledgment of the joy and happiness their puppy had brought into their lives—a testament to the deep love and connection they shared.

Their days now revolved around the needs of their little furry companion. Mornings began with gentle wake-up calls, its excited tail thumping against the bedroom door. They would groggily stumble out of bed, ready to take on the day.

Phil chuckled as he watched Dan's disheveled appearance one morning. "You know, Dan, I think our puppy has affected your fashion," he teased, gesturing to Dan's stained t-shirt and rumpled hair.

Dan huffed playfully, his beautiful brown eyes shining with love - for the dog and for Phil. "Well, at least I know how to make our puppy happy," he retorted, scooping up their four-legged friend and showering it with kisses. The puppy responded with a tail wag and wet kisses, its presence filling the room with warmth.

The three of them soon settled into a new rhythm, balancing walks, playtime, and training sessions. As Dan immersed himself in the world of the dog, he discovered a sense of purpose and a newfound calmness that had eluded him before. The puppy had become an anchor—a source of comfort, healing, and unconditional love.

One evening, as they all sat on the couch, contemplating names for the puppy, Dan blurted out a random suggestion, "How about Peanut?"

Phil raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Peanut? Really, Dan?" Dan shrugged playfully. "Hey, I thought it was cute. It's a nutty name for our nutty little friend."

"Oh my god, who are you and what have you done to Dan," Phil joked. "Alright, Peanut it is. Welcome to the family, little one."

Eager to explore the world with Peanut by their side, Dan and Phil embarked on a series of adventures, each outing bringing them closer as a family. "We finally go outside" Dan laughed, his face actually beaming at Phil. It made Phil emotional. Dan had been so lost such a short while ago, and now they ventured into local parks, relishing in the beauty of nature and the simple joy of watching Peanut chase after squirrels.

One sunny day, they decided to take a spontaneous road trip to the seaside. The wind tousled their hair as they strolled along the beach, Peanut's paws leaving little pawprints in the sand. Dan's scream-laughter filled the air as Peanut gleefully chased seagulls, their wings soaring high above.

Sitting on a blanket, Phil looked at Dan. "This is what life's all about, isn't it? These moments of pure joy and freedom."

Dan nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Absolutely. I can't imagine a better life than this—exploring new places with Peanut right beside us. You know, Phil, Peanut has taught me so much about being patient and accepting, not just with them but with myself as well. It's a lesson I'll cherish forever."

Phil nodded. "Peanut has a way of bringing out the best in us, doesn't he? As they sat down at the beach together, Peanut nestled comfortably between them, and they marveled at how their lives had been transformed. Peanut had become their guiding light, reminding them of the importance of love, connection, and the beauty of embracing the unexpected.

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ameliawarnerr · 2 years ago

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Evanescent

(She was the evanescent of his life– there and gone.)

Part 1

You were already on your way to Duskwood when a notification popped in your phone. Without wasting as much as a second, you unlocked the phone. It was Lilly.

Lilly

Dan and I went to the site. To find Jake.

You forgot how to breathe.

Lilly

He is fine.

You exhale. You didn't know how long you had been holding it in. But finally a sigh of relief left your lips. You tried so hard not to think of the last text he sent you but it was all you thought about. And now finally you could think about it, dream about him without feeling uneasy or sad.

Amelia

I am so thankful. So so deeply

Lilly

It's okay. You don't need to thank me.

Amelia

So that means he's with you right now?

How's he?

Is he hurt?

Lilly

Yes, despite his reluctance to come with us, Dan somehow convinced him to come. I don't know what Dan said to him but it worked and he's at my place right now. So is Hannah.

He has a little wound around his neck but it's not something to worry about.

Amelia

I understand. What's he doing now?

Lilly

He is resting. He's exhausted. I mean, really exhausted.

Amelia

Can I tell you something and hope you wouldn't tell Jake?

Lilly

A secret? Of course

Amelia

I’m on my way to Duskwood

Lilly

OH SHIT

Amelia

Yeah, shit.

Lilly

You need to come STRAIGHT TO MY HOUSE

Wait

I'll share my location

Amelia

Yeah, that would help, thank you

Lilly shares the location of her house and you are surprised that you are only fifteen minutes away from her house. From Jake. And you intend to cover that distance as soon as possible. So you start walking faster. The streets start getting narrower with almost no light. Five minutes away. And you are practically running now.

Not a single thing could stop you. Unless someone bumps into you and throws you off balance. The man who bumped into you cursed and instantly whispered an apology. Something clicked. That voice. You recognise it.

And almost unintentionally you say, “Phil?”

His long hair, the tattoo and his sharp features. No doubt, it's him.

“That’s right. Sorry— I— do I know—”

“I am Amelia.”

His eyes widened. “Wait, for real?”

You cringe. “Yes. I mean, how many people do you bump into on a daily basis who tell you that they are Amelia?” Your sarcasm makes him laugh. You don't have time to waste, you remind yourself.

“Well, it's wonderful—”

“I’m so sorry. But I really need to get somewhere right now. I’ll try to see you soon.” You emphasise on the try and hope he gets your level of interest.

“Sure. You know my number and place, so, anytime.” he smiles. The type of smile that would seduce any girl in this town but too bad, you are not from here.

You nod and run away. After four minutes that seemed like eternity, you are finally standing in front of Lilly’s house. You waste no time ringing the bell. Again and again. And again. Until the door opens and the first person you see is Lilly.

She has a knowing smile on her face. It's a smile that could light up the whole room but you know better. You know the sadness in that smile. She's clearly in denial but well, so are you. You can't think of Richy. You assume she told everyone else than Jake. You can't wait to see his reaction. Damn, you can't wait to see his face. Hear his voice.

Lilly wraps her hands around you and you mimic her movements. “God, I can't believe it's really you.” The hug reminds you how long it has been since the last time you hugged someone. Lilly lets go of you and you step inside the house. Your eyes instantly search for one particular person. But he is not here.

Instead, Dan appears from the kitchen. “Hey, princess.” and you can't help but to laugh and hug him.

“Loverboy is in the room upstairs. And he doesn't know shit about you being here.” He says while stepping back.

“Loverboy? Wasn't it you Hackerboy?” you say. Lilly laughs beside you.

“Well, I remember the look on his face when we brought you up a couple of minutes ago. He is hacked, for real.” He says with confidence.

Well, you were hacked first. But instead you say, “Why are you coming from the kitchen? Wait— were you cooking?”

“Trying.” Lilly comments.

Dan glares at her. “Don’t make fun of my incompetence. At least I am trying.”

You laugh.

“Anyway—” you begin but Dan cuts you off.

“Yeah, yeah, you gotta make out with Loverboy, we get it, go ahead.” He shakes his hand. “But try to be less loud.”

“Oh shut up.” you say. You start making your way up the stairs, blushing hard on Dan’s comment. And in a few steps, you are in front of the room. Jake is inside that room. Your heart beats unevenly. This is it. You didn't prepare what you will say to him, didn't predict what words would leave his mouth. You are undone.

Still, you open the door.

The bed is empty. The couch is empty. The chair is empty.

Your eyes dart to the window. And there he is. Sitting by the window. Lost in his thoughts. You stand there admiring his face. His hair is black, the darkest shade at that. His body is lean, and he definitely is tall as hell. Even his side profile makes you swoon.

And slowly as you close the door, the door makes a sound which brings Jake out of his thoughts. Without completely turning away, he starts, “I am totally fine, Lilly. You can—”

But then his eyes land on you and he looks at you. His eyes are green and his face— his face is the most beautiful thing. And he is standing now, looking at you as if he doesn't believe what's happening right now.

Then, finally, he says, “Amelia.” His voice is smooth, soft and a little rough on the edges. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you. I was worried.” You say almost quickly.

His mouth opens and you realise he did not expect you to say that. You don't understand why.

“I came here to save you from trouble. And we had a promise, didn't we? You promised me you wouldn't come here.” His voice turns serious. And your smile is gone. You may have lied about not having any predictions about what he’ll say to you, because you had a million and this was not one of them.

“What do you mean? Jake,” You are lacking words but you know he is not making any sense right now. “Trouble is gone.” you simply say. “And you never send any message after our last conversation. How was I to know that you are fine? And our promise was for me to be safe. It didn’t ultimately mean you could sacrifice yourself for me.”

“Amelia, you don't understand. I didn't send you a message because I wasn't intending to.” He says and he sounds so so so far away. Out of your reach.

“What do you mean? What do you mean by that?” Your voice was rising with the speed of your heart. “What the hell, Jake? You tell me you love me with the intention of not talking to me ever again?”

His eyes become dark. You see his throat working. “Answer me. Answer me so that I can walk out of this room with some dignity.” You don't realise that you are moving closer to him. And soon you are close enough to the point that he has to look down to meet your gaze.

He looks away. “I told you that I love you because I intended to never see you again. Even if I had died in the mine or walked out completely fine, I had it decided.” then he meets your eyes again. “Because it is the best for both of us. And despite all arguments, you know it is.”

“No, I don't know shit, Jake. Because, honestly,” You take a step back, gesture to him, “I can't recognise you. You are not the Jake who talked about how our first meeting would be like. And now that it really is happening, you are pulling this shit?”

“We are never going to work.” His words pierce through your heart. “You know it somewhere but you can't accept it. It’ll hurt more in the future so—”

You cut him off because you couldn't listen to what he was saying. “So, let's just pretend to be strangers, right? Why did you even come here if you had it all planned out? What did Dan say so convincingly?”

He looks somewhere to your left. “I told him that I was ready to walk away from you and he told me that he would let me without telling you if I agreed to come here tonight. For Lilly. And he lied and I could punch the shit out of him right.”

“No, you are not going to punch the shit out of him. Because he is my friend. And a far more caring one than you.”

At that, he looks at you. The intensity of his eyes could swallow you whole. He takes a step closer. His feet brushing against yours. “Don’t say that.” His voice is low.

“Say what?”

His eyes don't move away from yours. “Don’t say that I don't care about you. I care, that's why I am walking away.”

This time, you move closer. You face inches away from him and he doesn't move back. He looks at you with the same sincerity and intensity. “You are walking away because you are a coward.”

His eyes snap to your lips and again to your eyes. So fast as if it didn't even happen. He stares at you and takes a step back. He turns around and walks away.

“You are a coward, Jake. Admit it. You don't love me enough. Not enough to stay, not enough to give us a chance.” He stops. “Everything you said was a lie. You are a liar. And I loved you, Jake. I dreamt of us.”

“Don’t say that.” He says without turning away. His right hand turned into fist.

“Why, truth hurts you? I thought—”

You must be hallucinating. Your mind might be playing games on you. Or you might have completely lost your mind.

Because he closes the distance between you two at an inhuman speed. His hand is around your waist and the other is on your cheek. And he kisses you. So softly. Lightly. As if you might break. It took you a moment but you responded back, wrapping your hand around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He lets go to look at you. He whispers, “Why do you always make me do the things I only dream about?”

He wasn't expecting you to answer because he kisses you again, passionately this time, hungrily, as if some countdown had started. You can't control your hands when they wrap around his neck. His grip tightens around your waist as he pulls you even closer. Your body flashed against his. His hand moves at the back of your neck, turning your head in desirable angles. When he stops, he doesn't step away.

His forehead is pressed against yours. “This is why I never wanted to meet you because I know how much I want you,” You can't look anywhere but his eyes. “Because I know you’ll never let me walk away. Because you shut my mind down and make my heart do crazy, crazy shit.”

(Part 2 : here)

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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago

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Daddy's Little Girl

Request 10: Dad!Schlatt angst with the reader trying to protect Tubbo because the reader is his older sibling?

Requested By: Anonymous

TW: Abuse

Do you want angst? I’ll give you angst. Never challenge me again. /J

ily /p

(Hints of Wilbur and Techno x reader if you squint)

Growing up with Schlatt as your father had its ups and downs, on one hand, he was hilarious and let you get away with anything you wanted, but on the other hand, he had a drinking problem. When you were a little girl his drinking wasn’t too bad, some days were worse than others but most of the time he was semi cognizant. However, when your baby brother Tubbo came along everything changed, for a while he was sober. He was clear-headed, held a stable job on the SMP, and even helped you with your homework, but alas all good things come to an end. As soon as Tubbo started school, and your mom left he started up again, you weren’t happy. Your horns had begun to curl around your head around that time and your baby brother was enamored. He would wrap his chubby hands around them to pull and trace his fingers over the ridges, Tubbo would declare his horns were going to be just as magnificent as yours one day. You would flush at the praise and ruffle his hair, and told him you could already feel his little nubs growing in, he was overjoyed at the news.

Before Tubbo, Schlatt would never lay a hand on anyone, but something inside him crumbled. You had a few close calls, Tubbo bothering your father a little too much and Schlatt raised a hand to the boy. Luckily, you were always there to diffuse the situation and direct your father’s attention away from your baby brother. You were old enough to know just how impulsive and uncaring drinking made him, you tried to keep Tubbo as occupied as you could while keeping up with your work.

When Tubbo was ten years old he made his first friend.

Tubbo told you the kid’s name was Tommy, and he shared all the new information about his friend. He informed you he had two older brothers named Wilbur and Technoblade, who were about a year or two older than you. Tubbo desperately wanted to introduce you to him, but with your dad to keep an eye on you had to decline, at least for the time being. Tubbo pouted at your response and gave you, your biggest weakness puppy dog eyes, you relented. Promising to go with Tubbo to Tommy’s house in a few days to meet the brothers and supervise his play date with Tommy.

You just hoped your dad would be alright.

The day finally rolled around for you to meet the elusive Tommy and his brothers, you informed your dad that you and Tubbo would be gone for the rest of the day, he said it was alright. You think he just wanted to excuse to drink more while both of his children were gone.

“Come on (Y/n), let’s go already!” Tubbo called with a groan, you hushed him softly,

“Put your jacket on first.”

He reluctantly slipped on his jacket and grabbed his bag, you followed him out the door. Tubbo was buzzing with excitement holding his bee plush close to his chest, going on and on about how great Tommy was and how much he hoped you’d like Wilbur and Techno. Eventually, the both of you came upon a small cabin in the middle of a clearing, it was surrounded by lush pine trees and a little boy in a red and white shirt stood by the front gate.

“Tubbo!” The boy you assumed was Tommy shouted rushing over to the gate,

“Tommy!” Tubbo shouted with a laugh, he looked like he wanted to run towards him but first, he looked up at you. You smiled softly and gave your brother a nod, his face lit up and he charged towards Tommy. They met in the middle and Tommy immediately tackled Tubbo to the ground, a young man with glasses opened the window and began to shout at the blonde. He picked his head up and spotted you in the distance, his entire face flushed red, you sent him a little wave. The boy adjusted his glasses slamming the window shut, you titled your head to the side before seeing him and a taller boy with pink hair. While Tommy and Tubbo wrestled in the dirt the older boys walked up to you, they introduced themselves as Wilbur and Technoblade. They both were hybrids like yourself, you immediately felt at home, no wonder Tubbo liked it here so much.

Through the power of conversation you found out Technoblade was a piglin hybrid and Wilbur was half nymph, Tommy was just a plain human. Either their dad got around or some of them were adopted, you’d ask Tubbo later, figuring it was rude to blatantly ask that question. You found out the entire family thrived off of bulling one another it was quite funny to watch Technoblade roast the ever-loving shit out of Wilbur, unknown to you whenever you let a giggle or two slip past your lips Wilbur would flush and Technoblade would smirk. The end of the playdate rolled around and you found yourself not wanting to leave your new friends, Wilbur offered for you and Tubbo to sleep over but you politely declined. Technoblade shot Wilbur a concerned look when with a smile you said your dad would have your ass if you and Tubbo stayed over.

A few years went by since your first meeting, Tubbo and Tommy became inseparable and honestly, you and his brothers were in the same situation. Although you couldn’t see Technoblade and Wilbur as much as Tubbo could see Tommy the three of you were attached at the hip. Wilbur would constantly write you letters, sometimes the handwriting would switch and you noticed Techno put his blunt opinions into the conversation. Tubbo found one of the letters once and insisted that both boys must have a crush on you, you denied that with a soft laugh, just like your father you were under the impression you were unlovable.

Speaking of your dad, he was rarely ever sober at this point, rather being numb than feeling anything significant. Luckily he could be slightly functional, but mostly it was you raising Tubbo and protecting him from your dad’s off days. Speaking of an off day you had just gotten back from a trip of visiting your favorite boys, it was late and Tubbo was asleep in your arms. He was scratched up a bandaid was on his nose, and a bandage wrapped around his arm, he had taken a particularly nasty fall while wrestling with Tommy. Luckily both you and Wilbur were skilled in patching up rambunctious little brothers and he was fixed up in no time flat. You noticed the light on in the living room and grew concerned, your dad was always passed out in his bed by this time of night, was he alright?

Tubbo mumbled something in your arms and you pulled him close to your chest as to not wake the boy. “Dad?” You called softly wandering into the living room, much to your surprise he was very much awake. Your nose scrunched up in displeasure he reeked of whiskey and cigarettes, so tonight was a bad night.

Noted.

“You reek.” You commented adjusting the sleeping Tubbo in your arms, your father shot you a dirty look.

“Where the fuck have you been with the brat?” He hissed baring his teeth at you, “Do you know how late it is? Do you know how worried I was!” You hated the way your stomach churned with guilt and relief, at least he noticed his children were gone. He shouldn’t be praised for the bare minimum, Technoblade would’ve told you gruffly if he knew the full extent of your relationship.

“Out with Tommy, Wilbur, and Technoblade. Phil’s kids remember?” You responded with a soft sigh and he sent a dirty look your way standing up from his recliner. You backed up a few steps, the man towering over you eyeing Tubbo who was beginning to stir in your arms. Hesitantly you placed a hand over the back of his head, keeping it pressed tightly against your neck and shoulder. It only seemed to make Schlatt’s face scrunch up more,

“He looks so much like your mother.”

“I know dad.”

“Why’s he beat to shit?” He slurred reaching his hands out towards Tubbo, “You let him get hurt?”

“Tommy and he were just wrestling. Just being kids. I patched him up, he’s just sleepy.”

“So you let him get beat?”

“Dad no did you not hear me-” He grabbed one of your horns roughly yanking them down. You yelped in pain dropping Tubbo in the process, he hit the ground with a hard thud crying out from the rude awakening. “Dad you’re hurting me-”

“(Y/n)? Dad?” He murmured groggily barely processing the situation unfolding in front of him.

“Tubbo go to your room.” Your dad hissed at him, spit flying everywhere, Tubbo looked terrified. He looked at you and nodded the best you could with your dad’s iron-like grip on your horn, he scurried away and you felt your eyes fill with tears. If only he was a little older, he’d maybe be able to help you, but he was a child and didn’t need to see what was going to happen. “You’ve been running around without a care in the world, you’ve been going free for way too long. You’ve been a bad girl and now your getting punished.” Your blood turned to ice as the gip on your horn tightened,

“Dad, please I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure we get home on time from now on, you’re drunk. Please don’t do this you’ll regret it come the morning.”

“Shut the fuck up (Y/n)!” He spat his tobacco spit flying all over your face, you grimaced trying not to choke in disgust. “You think you know everything about the world but you don’t, you’re a stupid naive child!” He slammed the side of your head against the brick wall of your house. You yelped in pain feeling something crack against the wall, but it wasn’t your skull, it was your right horn.

“Dad- Dad please stop my horn-” You pleaded as he dragged you back by the hair and slammed you into the wall again. Your horn cracked once more and you screamed in pure agony, blood began to stain the wall where your head it, and your horn began to crack. “DAD!” You sobbed out as your horn broke off falling on the ground with a thud. Blood began to drip down the side of your head, your sobbing seemed to snap Schlatt back to his senses as he let out a soft call of your name.

“Fuck. Fuck baby I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked pulling you into his chest, he pressed his hands against the stub of your horn. You whimpered in pain and Schlatt shushed you softly, “I’m so sorry baby girl. My little girl, I didn’t mean it.” His head pressed into the crook of your neck, just where Tubbo’s was moments prior. “I’m such a fuck up. I’d never hurt you...I can’t do this…”

“It’s okay…” Your voice cracked eyes wide and glassy, it wasn’t okay but you weren’t about to tell him that. “Can I go to bed now…”

“Lemme patch you up first. You might bleed out...scare Tubs.” Schlatt grumbled and you nodded numbly. He helped you to your feet and you swayed, your dad haphazardly bandaged the side of your head and cauterized your horn. That might’ve hurt even more than losing the horn on its own, you held back your whimpers as your dad apologized even more for the pain he caused. “Get some rest alright…I love you.”

“Love you to dad,” You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, you waited until he slipped into his room before you made your way into Tubbo’s. The boy was downright sobbing under his blankets, you pulled back the covers to find him desperately clinging to his bee plush.

“(Y/n)?” He whimpered looking up at you with wide eyes,

“Hey, Tubs…” Your smile was tense and he frowned, “Mr. Bumbles protect you okay? Just like we talked about?” Tubbo nodded lip trembling, he reached his hand up to touch your bandages. You flinched at his touch,

“Where’s your horn.”

“Unimportant. Just got into a little scuffle with dad, nothing your big sister can’t handle. Tubbo why don’t we go see Mr. Phil.”

“But it’s so late?”

“It’s okay. Go pack up a bag, you’ll be there for a while.”

“What about you?”

You sent him another tight-lipped smile, “I can’t stay there with you, unfortunately.”

“Then I don’t want to go!” He huffed defensively, your smile was wiped off your face.

“Not a suggestion-”

“NO! I’m not leaving you!” You grunted feeling him slam into your middle wrapping you in a tight hug. “Not with him...I need you. Who’s gonna protect me? Or read me bedtime stories? Or kiss me goodnight!” He began to cry through his protests and you knelt in front of him, you placed your hand on his cheek.

“Technoblade and Phil can protect you just fine. Wilbur would love to read you and Tommy’s bedtime stories. You’re too old for goodnight kisses-”

“Am not!”

“I can’t protect you anymore, not from dad.” Your voice shook a little before swallowing thickly, Tubbo’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. He’s never seen you look so scared, you were serious. “You deserve to grow up normally and happily, with a good dad and family.”

“You're good family.” Tubbo insisted grabbing your bigger hand with his own, you let out a wet laugh and held your other hand to your mouth. Swallowing again before responding to Tubbo’s heartfelt compliment,

“I’ll always be your family and I’ll always be your big sister. But for now, you’ll temporarily be part of Tommy’s family. Just until I’m old enough to take you away from all of this.”

“Promise?” He held out his pinky,

“Promise.” You responded interlocking your pinky with his own, he seemed much more satisfied and willing to listen to you now. “Now go pack up alright? We gotta go before the morning,” Tubbo nodded at you and began to gather his things in his bag. Eventually, he was all packed up and you both snuck out towards Tommy’s home, the side of your head was throbbing and you felt completely off balance stumbling over your feet a few times. Tubbo grew concerned but never actually voiced said concern, the two of you came up on Phil’s doorstep. You loudly began to knock at the door and Technoblade answered sword drawn, glasses were haphazardly thrown on his nose,

“(Y/n)? Tubbo?” He blinked blearily, “it’s like three am what-” Adjusting the glasses he finally got a good look at the both of you, Tubbo was still in his footie pajamas and you had officially bled through your bandages. “Who did it.”

“Technoblade please-”

“Who. Hurt. You.”

“I’m so tired, please just go get your dad.” You pleaded locking your eyes with his own, they softened considerably before muttering under his breath.

“Fine. But I’m getting Wilbur to look at your horn.” He demanded marching away from the door, you gently urged Tubbo inside and you both sat down on their couch. Tubbo yawned sleepily and leaned against your side,

“You can go to sleep. You’re safe now Bumblebee.”

“But you’ll be gone when I wake up…” He held Mr. Bumble closer to his chest and you brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I want you to have Mr. Bumble!” Tubbo held the toy out to you, your lips dipped into a little frown.

“Tubs he’s your favorite-

“He protected me from dad. So I’m sure he’ll protect you too.” You wanted to sob as you took the bee from his hands, you were going to say something else when Phil and Wilbur walked into the room. Phil gave you a pitying smile, before calling Tubbo over to him.

“Hey mate. Let’s get you settled into the guest room for now yeah?” The older man smiled at your brother and he nodded sleepily walking over to Phil. He gave you a look that said we’ll talk later as Wilbur walked over to you, the frown on his face was rock solid.

“You gonna explain yourself?” He scolded you like a parental figure would, you bit your lip and shook your head. Wilbur sighed the bags under his eyes were dark and you murmured a soft apology. He reached out and took your cheek in his palm, he leaned close and you felt his breath on his lips. You felt your cheeks turn pink and he leaned in...to take a better look at your horn.

God, you were so stupid why did you think he was going to kiss you just now?

“Jesus Christ…” He murmured as he unwrapped your wound gently. “They fucked you up honey,” Wilbur said softly, his voice dripping with pure concern, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m alright...It’ll get better.” You smiled a tight-lipped smile that only caused Wilbur’s eyes to flash with pure rage, “Seriously Will. Please just let it go.”

“I’ll never understand you.” He muttered grumpily, much like his brother did when he greeted you at the door. “How can you not want justice for what they did to you? I don’t understand-” Wilbur blinked a few moments pulling away from you, you refused to meet his eyes. “-Did your dad do this to you?” He saw the fear spark in your eyes, “that fucking piece of shit! TECHNO!”

“Wilbur please no- no please he didn’t mean too he was drunk!” You slapped your hands over your mouth and he looked at you with horror. “Wilbur please don’t do anything he didn’t mean to do it, I have to look out for him!” Your breathing got short and rapid, immediately Wilbur felt bad for being so aggressive, “He’ll die without me.”

“It’s not your job to look after your father.” Wilbur looked at you with pity,

“Yes, it is. He’s my family.”

“Family doesn’t do this to you.” He motioned to your missing horn, the motion now made you feel wildly self-conscious, “they don’t hurt you.” You bit the bottom of your lip so hard it began to bleed,

“Just don’t tell Technoblade. He’ll kill him. You know he will, I don’t want that.” Wilbur didn’t look happy about the situation but he agreed reluctantly, but only if you stayed the night alongside Tubbo. You told him you would,

But you’re a liar.

Phil came back into the room a little later and asked to talk to you privately. He asked you what was going on and you explained the entire situation to him, practically pleading for him to take your baby brother in while you got Schlatt under control. Phil of course agreed, but he was not happy about you going back to your dad, especially since you were already injured. You assured him all would be okay, your dad meant well and with Tubbo out of the house, you can put all your energy into fixing him.

Phil let you go that night, and he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

No one in the Minecraft household heard from you again after that night. You seemed to slip out of everyone's memory, Wilbur met Sally and she and his son consumed his life. Technoblade moved out of the house to spread his wings, and the only person who even seemed to care that you were missing was Tubbo. Yet, even so, you began to slip out of his memory too, barely remembering your face. It broke him to pieces that he couldn’t remember his sister, and when he asked Wilbur about you the man's memory was just as fuzzy. The only thing he had was the letters the both of you sent back and forth to one another, he’d gifted them to Tubbo after he discovered them again under his childhood bed. Tubbo thought that maybe, just maybe, word of their new nation would cause you to come out of hiding.

It didn’t.

Eventually, he had to leave his memory of you behind and focus on helping Tommy and Wilbur. He hoped wherever you were you were proud of him, you wouldn’t want him to be miserable and dwell on you, you’d want him to live.

When he saw his father upon the podium the day of the election all he wanted to do was confront him about you, but there were other things to worry about like the fact that Wilbur and Tommy had just gotten exiled. Schlatt died before he got to ask about you, then right after that Wilbur died by Phil’s hand and everything was blown to shit, he had Tommy and that was all he needed.

Wilbur woke up to the soft chirping of birds and an angel sitting on a hillside. He couldn’t feel the grass under his palms or his heartbeat, but he felt something warm flood through him when he saw the angel. She turned towards him, his memory of her was fuzzy but her name wasn’t, “(Y/n)?”

“Hi Wilby, long time no see.” You smiled softly, both horns were missing but your soft ears twitched eagerly.

“Where...are we?” Wilbur whispered walking over to you to sit by your side, “What happened to you?”

“I lost another horn being stupid. Died from an infection while dad was away on a trip.” You pulled your legs close towards your chest, “you’re dead Will. We’re dead. It’s been quiet here for so long.”

“Dead…” He breathed out the negative memories flooding into his brain; he squeezed his eyes shut tight. “Are we ghosts?” You shrugged your shoulders,

“I don’t know, never tried to...go back,” Wilbur watched as you ran your hand through the grass even though Wilbur knew you couldn’t feel it. “Tubbo would be disappointed in me. So upset I died, I’d rather he not know. Makes it easier on everyone I think.” You turned to him, hair falling in your eyes, they were empty and your skin was so pale, he couldn’t imagine what he looked like in comparison. “Are you going to go back?” You spoke again after a few moments of silence, there was a tense atmosphere that filled the room, you didn’t want to be lonely.

“If you’re here, that’s where I’m going to stay. At least for a little while.” Wilbur looked at you, your eyes wide with shock, a brilliant smile spread across your cheeks.

“Promise?”

“With all my heart honey.”

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smelted-applejuice · 4 years ago

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His Weakness.

Paring(s); c!Technoblade x Reader Pronouns; she/her Desc; [YourName] has always and will forever be The Blade’s weakness. Here’s their story. TW; Voices, Pregnancy, threatening of life/animals

Requests are open!! -

[YourName] and Technoblade met years prior before Techno was known as a bloodthirsty killer, before the voices decided blood was their calm down cure, [YourName] knew the real Techno. The soft-spoken, nerdy, loving Techno. She was beyond lucky to come across him when they both were younger.

Even if it was a complete accident, she had bumped into Techno while looking for some berries for her mother. [YourName] was seven, Technoblade was seven, it was just faith! She was the only child within her village, so finding someone so close in age made her want to befriend them even more! [YourName] abandoned her basket and rushed over to the child.

Techno was currently watching his father fly around, observing the area to build their ‘forever home’. This would be Technoblade’s third ‘forever home’ that Phil had built for them, but each time Phil has gotten on the wrong side of the wrong person and their house would be in flames. He was tired of moving, the itching feeling in his head was getting ever so slightly worse. He wanted it to stop, but it seemed like there was no time in the world for Philza to care for it, for now, he’ll focus on how his new ‘Forever Home’ would look like. Techno heard rustling in the bushes behind him, so he tore his eyes away from the sky and looked over. A little girl with a messy dress, stained with dirt and gravel, and slightly neat hair had popped out of the bush. “Hello!” The girl greeted Techno glanced around, trying to figure out if she was truly speaking to him, “Hallo..” he replied watching the child approach him with no fear. When people see him, they see Piglin, this child must not know what a piglin is quite yet- but he felt happy. “I like your hair, it's pretty! And your ears are so cool!” [YourName] complemented with a bright smile, Techno blushed and shook his head trying to avoid eye contact. “I uh... I like your.. Dress?” Techno replied he didn’t have a lot of social interaction with other children so he didn’t know exactly how to reply to a child. [YourName] smiled, “Thank you! My momma made it. What are you doing out here? Where are your parents?” she asked inching closer so she could stand next to Techno. Techno shrugged, “My father is flying around, he’s trying to see where to build our next home.” he hummed watching the little girl closely. She cooed, “That’s so cool! He can fly?! He’s a hybrid! That’s cool, that means so are you! What are you? A pig?” [YourName] asked wanting more information on the mysterious child. “Oh, no, I’m a piglin... So you’re close” He mumbled, [YourName] nodded humming slightly before remembering something, “Oh! Oh! My name is [YourName].” she introduced with a bright smile. Technoblade blanked out, making sure he remembered the girl’s name, “My father calls me Technoblade, call me Techno though..” he replied. The girl’s bright smile made him chuckle, just giving his name brightened her mood and that was a new fuzzy feeling placed into his chest. Techno and [YourName] began to mess around within the grassy area and soon Phil had landed. Phil looked around with panic, he was a young father and fathering a seven-year-old, and could barely keep up with both his son and the many bad apples he’s managed to come across. Phil smiled softly, sighing out in relief when he realized Techno was simply being a child. “Techno!” Philza called out making his way over to the two children, “Random child, hello.” Phil greeted getting to the children’s level. [YourName] looked over to Techno who nodded, claiming Philza was safe. “Hi!” [YourName] greeted, “I’m [YourName].” she giggled making Philza nod looking over to his son. “She’s a... Friend.” Techno said, smiling at his words making Philza smile himself. “Well then, it’s getting late, and I saw a village close by- you might want to head back home,” Phil suggested making the little girl whine- she didn’t want to leave her friend! Phil shook his head, “No worries, I’ll make sure you see Techno again, now c’mon.” he hummed to the child offering his hands to the children and returning [YourName] to her home. This time, Philza did his best not to cause trouble this time. Techno seemed to settle fast, faster than Phil has ever seen him do so. It was all because of [YourName], the little girl about a twenty-minute walk away, who made Techno feel like a child and gave him a childhood with happy memories of exploring the woods with a friend. [YourName] and Techno were best friends and it amazed him when he saw how hard Philza was fighting to remain at that home, and he made sure to thank his father for that. Years would go by and Philza had found himself taking in two more children, both were normal humans, who would be named Wilbur Soot and Tomathy, Wilbur and Tommy for short. [YourName] was there for each child, and each time [YourName] was there to comfort Techno. She jokingly told Techno that since he was the only hybrid within the children cluster-- he would be Philza’s favorite. She didn’t know how true her words would end up being. By age fifteen, [YourName] and Techno developed feelings. Now, neither one of them was shy around each other, so they didn’t tip-toe around their feelings for long. They were smart, knew each other’s mannerisms, and most importantly the voices creeping inside of Techno’s head were fond of [YourName]. The itch in his head ended up not being an itch but his thoughts gaining voices of their own, and despite that [YourName] remained around and wanted to help out as much as possible. After returning home for a trip with Philza, he washed up and would wait until morning for [YourName] to stop by for breakfast. Even when he wasn’t here, she would come by and check on Wilbur and Tommy hoping to get them to eat breakfast with her. He waited outside for a few hours before [YourName] had come from down the hell a soft chuckle. “Techno!” [YourName] squealed with joy. Techno looked up from his scarred hands and cracked a smirk, “Oh I missed you!” the girl said placing her breakfast basket down and bringing him in for a hug. Techno and [YourName] chuckled, squeezing each other in a hug. They stayed there for longer now, Philza had taken Techno out for longer than usual and it had affected both teenagers. [YourName] sighed in content and pulled away from Techno, but gently moved her hands over to cup his face. “I was worried this time..” [YourName] whispered softly, “You’re always worried,” Techno remarked, making the female simply giggle, “No, I know, but this time I was up late many nights, scared for you..” she explained deeper. Techno closed his eyes, a quiet happy grunt as he enjoyed their closeness. He placed a hand on top of her’s and nodded, “I get it, it’s alright, I’m home now.” he whispered, making [YourName] smile. “Forever?” She asked, “I won’t stay home forever, but I’ll definitely be with you forever.” he remarked in the same tone as prior. [YourName] placed her forehead against his own, kissing his lips finally sealing the deal that they knew was bound to happen. They never bounced around their feelings and even spoke about having a romantic relationship a few weeks prior, Technoblade just didn’t know him leaving would make [YourName] act. It would take a few months for [YourName] and Techno to come clean to both of their families. The first one to hear the news would be Techno’s family, and it was pretty natural. You had ended up staying the weekend, soaking in as much time as you could get with Techno before he would leave again with Philza. Tommy and Wilbur were watching from the kitchen as you two interacted in front of the fry, “Are you two dating?” Tommy asked bluntly, making Wilbur slap his shoulder roughly. “It’s a valid question! But Tommy, you can’t just ask people if they’re dating each other!” Wilbur scolded, Techno and [YourName] shared a look and just nodded, “Well, yeah, we have for a while. And even if we weren’t what makes you think we were?” Techno asked, deadpanning on his brother. [YourName] and Wilbur would sit back and chat while Tommy ran away from Techno for the rest of the afternoon. When your family found out, it was less of a brightly lit scene. It was dull and grey. [YourName] had accidentally let it slip that Techno, whom her parents had never met, was a hybrid one day. “Well, sweetie, what hybrid is he?” Her mother questioned curiously, [YourName] chuckled slightly and shook her head “What? Hybrid? Nah..” she said, panicked slightly. Her father shook his head, “We know how you act, darling, stop lying and go ahead and tell us more about his hybrid.” he said sternly. If they were to find out she was lying, she’d get her ass handed to her hard. “Well... He’s half Piglin..” [YourName] confessed and it seemed like everything dropped and shattered into pieces right there. [YourName] was told she wasn’t allowed to leave the house without one of them and she snapped, “I just turned sixteen! You can’t keep controlling me like this, Techno and I are happy together and we’ve been friends for years now. You’re stuck in your shit thinking, I’m going to go visit him.” she yelled, grabbing her coat and leaving. [YourName] would end up staying with Techno and his family for a few weeks before her parents would come looking for her. Well, they had been looking for her but they never knew where Techno lived. So when she opened the door she closed it only for her father’s foot to stop it from closing, “What do you want?” she asked squinting toward her parents. Her mother and father shared a look before sighing, but before they could speak Techno came down to see who was at the door. Then n’ there [YourName]’s parents and Techno met for the first time, and he was nothing her parents had thought Techno would look like. After a long conversation, [YourName] had forgiven her parents for acting the way they had but explained how she established a living while staying with Techno by taking care of his brothers, so she would remain living with him. A few years later, a few months before Tommy and Wilbur would recruit Techno for Pogtopia, [YourName] and Techno would finally wed. After about five years of being together, four months of being engaged, they decided to tie the knot and finally bind their souls together for life. They knew they were meant to be, they have been through too much together not to end up as soulmates. The only attendees were Philza and [YourName]’s parents, it was a small wedding and right afterward Techno and [YourName] disappeared once more. They would only reappear when Tommy ran into [YourName] at a village trading with someone, “[YourName]?” Tommy asked in shock. [YourName] quickly glanced over and smiled before waving, “Hallo Tommy.” she hummed, Tommy groaned “God you’ve been around Techno for too long!” he complained, “Well, married him for a reason, Tommy.” she remarked back. “MARRIED?! TECHNO MARRIED A WOMAN?!” Tommy asked as if it was overly shocking news, “Tommy, Techno, and I have been together for years, it’s not shocking.” she huffed. She began making her way back to the house she and Techno were occupying, in front were two horses peacefully munching on hay, “Techno! Found a kid!” she yelled through the relatively empty house. Techno came down the steps rubbing sleep from his eyes and that’s when he realized the child [YourName] had found was Tommy and he was about to turn back around. Tommy stopped him and that’s when he asked for help to get L’manberg back. Techno had nothing better to do, so he accepted. [YourName] was more hesitant, but wanted to trust her husband. They shared similar beliefs, their dislike for governments, but often butted heads on the whole orphan thing- but each relationship has its flaws. Months spent helping Wilbur and Tommy out, meeting and trying to make Tubbo less obvious that he was helping the other side of history. When Techno and [YourName] got an invite to the L’manberg festival, Techno was dead set on going but wanted his wife to stay behind; “I believe this is a trap.” Techno said placing the paper down. [YourName] crawled over to him and sat behind Techno on their shared bed, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sighed, “More reasons for me to go” she whispered. “No, if it’s a trap, I don’t want you there..” Techno said even more seriously than usual, [YourName] hummed and nodded “As you wish, darling..” she whispered, kissing his cheek. Techno was right, it was a trap, he was forced to murder Tubbo in front of a crowd of L’manberg- now known as Manberg- citizens. After killing Tubbo under peer pressure, he fled and wouldn’t be seen for hours. [YourName] was beyond pissed at Tommy for being angry, “It was a canon life, [YourName]!” he defended “And you know how your brother reacts under peer pressure, you shouldn’t have promised Tubbo that Techno wouldn’t pull the fucking trigger!” [YourName] said in an angry tone. When they heard footsteps, they quieted down, fear for who might be roaming around Pogtopia. They relaxed when they noticed it was just a Technoblade covered in blood, while Tommy tensed up and left [YourName] rushed over to examine her husband while he changed clothing. A war would be brought onto Manberg and Pogtopia, which [YourName] participated in next to her husband. She defended his every move, summoning three-headed beasts with him, and causing chaos on the land that was promised to them to become government-free. They didn’t care about the aftermath, L’manberg made a promise to Technoblade and his wife and they didn’t follow through, so now they must suffer the consequences. Between two people who have the same mindset and would be there for each other in a heartbeat versus government-loving mindless children- they knew they had the upper hand. So they caused their chaos and left. Decided to finally settle down, Technoblade wanted to retire- even if it was temporary. So with the help of Philza, [YourName] and Techno moved their belongings to a nice cozy cottage built in a snowy biome. The home was nice and in the end, [YourName] and Technoblade finally felt complete. They had their pets, they had the enderman named Edward, and the bee farm which kept the voices at bay and [YourName] busy. She was the one to calm him down when Techno would become randomly bloodthirsty, just her voice made him sleepy and the way she would hum and run her fingers through his hair really was the icing on top of the cake. A few weeks into setting a schedule, [YourName] began to act weird, craving things, missed period, morning sickness, Techno and [YourName] didn’t need a doctor to tell them that she was pregnant. While she and Techno were processing the news of this event, Tommy was making a nice home underneath the couple who were recovering from the shock. “I- I want you to keep it, [YourName], is that alright?” Techno asked holding her hands slowly interlocking their fingers together, [YourName] smiled softly and nodded tearing up “I would love to, Techno” she said quietly trying to refuse the shake in her voice that became evident anyways. [YourName] and Techno would quietly celebrate [YourName]’s seven-month mark right before the Butcher Army would make an appearance. [YourName] was confused when Philiza had sent the emergency message their way, and the panic she would feel didn’t help Technoblade’s panic. [YourName] was doing her best to scramble around, trying to help her husband relax but all it did was make him more on edge “You need to sit down! N-No! You need to hide, they can’t find you-” he said running around and trying a place to hide his obviously pregnant wife. “I still don’t fully understand what’s happening, Techno!” [YourName] complained about assisting with brewing potions. “Stop! Stop!” Techno said rushing over and trying to force [YourName] up the steps but it would be too late, Ghostbur- who had stopped by moments before- had led the Butcher Army to the house. Techno was gentle but rushed outside and would begin trying to talk it out rather than fighting, he was doing so good with not doing bloodshed, he was retired and prepping for a child. He didn’t want to fail his wife and future baby now. But when worse comes to worst, he did what he had to do. While Tubbo and Ranboo kept Techno busy, Fundy and Quackity ripped through the house and found his pregnant wife. Quackity smirked while Fundy seemed more hesitant, but still dragged her outside. The huffs and whining from her were enough for Techno to look over and he was pissed, “LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!” Techno yelled, finally pushing Tubbo and Ranboo off enough. Everything came crashing onto [YourName] at once and she’d begin to cry and begged for this to be over. Between [YourName] and Techno’s horse begging for his wife to be let go, Quakcity groaned. “FINE! Fine, she’ll be set free, but if she dares make a move to help you.” Quackity said leaning into [YourName]’s ear closely “You’re going to get it too, I don’t care if you’re pregnant.” he said making her flinch. Techno held back from fighting, he was already pushing it by begging for his wife to be let go. He was given a moment with her before he had to go to L’manberg for a trial. Techno placed a hand on top of [YourName]’s stomach, softly kissing her forehead, “I love you, [YourName]. I’ll see you later, I promise.” he whispered nuzzling his nose into her hair. [YourName] nodded, wiping her tears with her sleeve as she watched Techno get forced away and toward L’manberg. When Techno discovered Tommy was living underneath his house, [YourName] was napping and would wake her up. Now, [YourName] was now hitting thirty weeks into her pregnancy and as mentioned before would be showing, so when she came down the steps to her sixteen-year-old brother-in-law and her twenty-one-year-old husband arguing she wasn’t shocked when Tommy hit her with the “WOMAN YOU’RE LOOKING RATHER FAT!”. Techno whacked him across the head while [YourName] held back some laughter, “Tommy, I’m not fat, I’m pregnant.” she explained pinching her husband’s clothing to tell him to relax. “Pregnant? Like Techno’s baby?” Tommy asked calming down, now he had to process the information while Techno went on a tangent of rules and to-do list while Tommy remained under their roof in secrecy. Apparently he was exiled, but [YourName] was too busy trying to focus on herself to realize that- and she felt bad, but she wasn’t going to cry about it for too long. After Tommy was exiled, he spent weeks under the green gremlin’s hold until recently realizing the flaws in Dream’s logic, so Tommy ran from exile and found himself in their basement. Somehow that last part seemed far-fetched but [YourName] was too tired to dwell on it for long. It would be another few weeks before Dream would make a surprise visit to check out the new house. [YourName] was sitting close to Tommy, just in case Tommy wanted to troll around and open the box. Dream looked around and nodded, making conversation with Dream about Tommy’s escape from exile which he acted shocked about. The topic of the conversation shifted when Dream realized [YourName] was housing a child, “Oh, you never mentioned anything about becoming a father.” Dream said walking up the steps. There stood [YourName] with a plate of food trying to cover up Tommy’s eating noises, she flustered, almost nine months pregnant and smiling softly. “Ah no, we just haven’t really told anyone, I don’t think Philza knew until recently..” [YourName] explains lying slightly loudly and harshly placing the plate down on the box Tommy was in to shut him up, “Oh, so a slight secretive thing?” Dream asked “Yes. Please keep it that way.” Techno said. Dream hummed, finishing up his visit and leaving. In the weeks after that meeting, [YourName] would go into labor. So Techno was hesitant, but he left his wife with Tommy while he rushed out to find a doctor. [YourName] was leaning against the wall, trying to breathe and ignore the random pain she’d feel now and then, “What’s wrong now?” Tommy asked hesitantly. “WHAT DO YOU THINK!?” [YourName] snapped but then paused, she whined “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap, I’m just in so much pain.” [YourName] explained softly. Tommy was actually truly helpful, without him around [YourName] wouldn’t have been able to get to a bed and lay down for a bit until Techno and a doctor had made it to the home. The doctor would monitor [YourName] for a few hours before active labor would begin and that’s when chaos had started. [YourName] would be pushing and waiting for their child to be welcomed into the world, Technoblade right there next to her for it all. Tommy walked in once, covered his eyes, and never once entered that room until he was welcomed in. [YourName] would finally give birth to a baby girl, healthy as ever, in the early hours of the morning. It was snowing, the room was perfectly lit, and after she was cleaned off and checked on, the doctor held the baby to its mother and father. [YourName] softly smiled through her tears as she let the baby eat, leaning her forehead against Techno’s who placed a hand against the baby’s head. The two, now freshly three, shared a moment as the child ate peacefully. After she ate, Techno was given the chance to do skin-to-skin, and since it was getting brighter out, her features showed more. The little one had Techno’s pink hair and little piglin features, but when she opened her eyes she had her mother's sparkling (EyeColor) eyes. [YourName] softly laughed, easing herself into sleep, as she watched Techno walk around the room and show the sleeping baby wrapped in his cape different photos within the room. She couldn’t help but smile, listening to the quiet conversation he was having with his daughter. “And that’s your grandfather..” Techno whispered leaning his daughter’s head to his lips, “We’re glad you’re here, Aurelia..” he added in the same tone as before kissing his daughter. His weaknesses.

#dream smp x reader #Technoblade x reader #c!technoblade x reader #Dream smp #technoblade #x reader #c!technoblade #mcyt x reader #mcyt

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jilliannotfound · 3 years ago

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prepare for a long ask (i’m sorry)

my brain is very full so hear me out-

dream smp casino/mafia au-

now i was at first thinking Kinoko kingdom (karlnapity) are the owners of the casino cause yk Las Nevadas Quackity but then i remembered “Syndicate” (by Derivakat) which has a jazzy vibe and was like, what if the Syndicate was a mafia ‘family’ that ran a casino and reader is their star performer who starts off every night with a performance of “Syndicate”. reader’s performance is used to kinda establish the Syndicate’s power over the casino and to remind the patrons anything they do will be under the scrutiny of a mafia with literally two of the most renowned mafiosos’ (Philza whose reputation of traveling all over and taking down many a mafia family precedes him and Technoblade who has taken down mafia families singlehandedly) in the city, maybe even the entire country.

the Eggpire is like a rival mafia that is trying to take control over the city so it isn’t uncommon for them to try and infiltrate the Syndicate casino. so i was thinking, what if the people who are Pro-Omlette (but not in the Syndicate so Puffy, Foolish (since it’s not confirmed he’s part of the Syndicate), Awesamdude and Eret) are staff at the casino. they were each like a lone agent after their mafia family split up/they left and decided to join forces with the Syndicate to make sure the Eggpire didn’t gain total control of the city. Maybe Sam is a bodyguard stationed either outside the casino or manning security cameras switching with Puffy, Eret can be like a stage manager/backstage to aid the performers and make sure no one sneaks into the dressing rooms or the light control area backstage and Foolish is like a bartender keeping an eye out on the main floor of the casino for any activity.

Dream was the former head of the well-renowned Dream Team mafia family until the family split. he’s notorious for breaking apart mafia families before disappearing into the night and traveling to a new city. occasionally he’ll hire some aid but they never last long.

Ponk used to be an on-sight medic for the casino in cause of bar fights or performers getting injured on stage but after many rumors (later confirmed to be true) of him being a member of the Eggpire he was fired and not allowed to enter the premise of the casino again.

Kinoko Kingdom was a rival casino/mafia family to the Syndicate’s but they’ve decided to have a truce to make sure Dream and/or the Eggppire don’t take over their city. Their casinos have different vibes with the Syndicate’s being more of a hub for mafia and business activity with jazzy music on the constant and famous for civilized and tame yet very entertaining entertainment whilst Kinoko’s casino is like more of a rowdy type casino, famous for high stake bets, drinks with high alcohol content and lively music and entertainment that can be seen as a bit too glitzy and tacky. Like you go to Syndicate casino for a night of business deals and building yourself up to the top, the type of casino you would bring your boss to, whilst the Kinoko casino is the type of casino you go to let loss and risk it all with cheap entertainment and even cheaper booze. their truce works out because their casinos are so different that competition wouldn’t be worth the cash (and the Syndicate knows they can easily take on the Kinoko mafia in a fight but shhhh)

there’s multiple places a reader character could fight but as a primarily Technoblade simp at heart i had to put reader as a performer in the Syndicate casino-

~🦫Anon (if this title isn’t already taken-)

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥��

DSMP x Reader (in-game)

Summary: Request

Warnings: None?

A/N: Okay… I have a few important things to say. First of all, this story is not completed. This request is so genuinely good and I have been trying to work on it for far too long and have had very little success. With that being said I still want to publish the small bit of this story that I’m proud of.

Second of all, I would like any other dsmp writers on this platform to feel free to take this request and perhaps do with it what I wasn’t able to. If you write this story, please tag me because I’d love to see what you do with it. You can also use this bit I have written and am sharing to start off your own version of the story (just give proper credit)!

With all of that out of the way, please enjoy!

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The Syndicate. One of the highest-end casinos in the country, and certainly the most powerful, being run by two of the best-known mafiosos.

Philza was best known for his travel, being able to track down anyone anywhere and take care of them.

Technoblade was easily the scariest man you could meet. He’d single-handedly taken down more mafia families at the age of 21 than most senior-aged mafiosos could even dream of.

It was rare to see either of the men in the casino, let alone to see them together, so when the pair came through the doors with power in their steps everyone knew something serious was in order.

They took their seats at the bar as Foolish prepared their drinks and Eret directed the casino's attention to the stage.

This performance was a nightly occurrence, the same jazzy tune came from the band's instruments as Y/N emerged from the curtain.

Hey, I'll tell you a little secret of mine

If you promise not to tell, if you have the time

Everyone has gotten you, always on the run

But if you join the Syndicate

Life could get a little more fun

It was the song of the casino, used to remind everyone just how much power it holds.

When all of the horses and all of the men

Won't learn from history, it's all the same in the end

I've told you once and I'll tell you again

The Syndicate is looking for a couple new friends

It reminds the patrons of the casino that no matter what they do, the Syndicate is always watching, studying each of them in hopes of finding some new friends.

Fight for freedom, fight to end the pain

Hey, this is serious, it's not just some little game

'Cause the anarchy's part of me, tyranny bothers me

End it all properly once and for all

They call us the villains 'cause they know we'll take the fall

The members of the Syndicate were a force to be reckoned with, composed of strong fighters and quick thinkers constantly working to take down anyone that dare stand in their way.

The Eggpire was their current concern. Run by a man named BadBoyHalo, the Eggpire was a whole other breed of mafiosos.

They preached about the Egg, whatever the hell that was supposed to be, and always wore a signature red color that made them easy to spot. Sometimes you could even swear there was a red glint in their eyes when talking about it.

After the incident with Ponk, their old medic that got caught up in the red whirlwind, the Syndicate became extra wary of the Eggpire, willing to do just about anything to take them down.

This is exactly why the two most powerful men were sitting together at the Syndicate’s bar with their eyes locked on the stage.

Fight for freedom, fight to end the pain

Hey, this is serious, it's not just some little game

'Cause the anarchy's part of me, tyranny bothers me

End it all properly once and for all

They call us the villains 'cause they know we'll take the fall

When all of the horses and all of the men

Won't learn from history, it's all the same in the end

I've told you once and I'll tell you again

The Syndicate is looking for a couple new friends

Oh, a couple new friends

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh no, no

You'll gain a couple new friends

As the jazzy instrumentals faded out, Eret poked his head out of the curtain on the side of the stage, gesturing for the resident singer to come backstage.

Y/N smiled at the audience and walked through the velvet barrier to be greeted by the deep-voiced brunette.

“Did you see who’s out there tonight?” They asked him.

“That's why I called you, they wanna see you.”

Y/N took a deep breath and headed out onto the main floor.

They’d been part of the Syndicate for most of their life and knew they weren’t in any danger near Techno and Phil, but the anxiety still pounded in their head as they approached the men.

Y/N sat on the stool next to Technoblade and the two turned their stools to face them.

“Lovely performance!” Phil praised

They shot him a kind smile and braced themself for the inevitable harsh news that would follow the attempted small talk.

“We need you to do something.” Techno said bluntly. “You know Las Nevadas?”

“Yeah, of course.”

It was another casino ran by Kinoko Kingdom, another mafia family. They used to be considered one of the biggest threats to the Syndicate because they had quite literally appeared overnight and nobody knew anything. Once the Eggpire popped up though, it was safest to become fast friends with the three men that ran Las Nevadas in hopes of strengthening their forces against the red abomination infecting families all over.

“We had a meeting with Quackity and he’s got a bad feeling about some guests that have been stopping by their area. It’s a shitty casino, we all know that, but he thinks it’s more than just some random troublemakers.”

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cdroloisms · 3 years ago

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uhhhh ,, , hi ??

i feel bad bc i havent been here in. LITERALLY forever lmao - hope you guys r all doing good!! ive been working on some stuff but it’s been pretty slow going, and school is also A Thing, so i definitely havent been writing as much as i’d like.

as an apology, have this? really self-indulgent feel-good syndicate + c!dream centric oneshot bc i felt like writing this so u know. why not.

tws: implied torture, abuse, self-harm, disordered eating, starvation mentions, prison arc themes - overall everything’s just blink-and-you’ll-miss-it mentions, not too much angst here for once! c!sam and c!quackity critical, sorry guys but we r still in the prison arc and they still r on their “fuck human rights” arcs.

Dream leaves.

It’s a surprise - or maybe it isn’t one, Niki isn’t quite sure. She’d never grown to quite trust the man, she knows, and she can’t really tell if the bitter twist of emotion that swells up her chest when Phil comes to her city with the news is betrayal or resignation - what can she say. She’s gotten more than her fair share of broken promises. They don’t exactly faze her anymore.

None of them seem all that surprised, save Techno, who entirely fails to hide the worry that flickers over his face when he calls the Syndicate meeting to officially inform them of what’s going on. She shares quick, careful glances with the other members when his back is turned - despite how many times he’s been burned, Techno still seems so adamant at holding onto every thread, trusting all too easily those who would use and leave him behind without a second glance. He can handle himself, she knows. Still, that’s not going to stop her from slapping Dream upside the head for being yet another worthless person to betray her friend’s forgiving nature.

Nothing much changes in the next few weeks. Niki has to admit, it’s strange without Dream around - he’d not been an ally, much less a friend before dipping completely, but he had been some sort of constant - and Niki is self aware enough to know that she misses him, a little, the same sort of way you might miss an old routine once it’s gone, if only for the familiarity. She still visits Techno and Phil with various baked goods, knowing that Phil would have his hands full just keeping Techno from running himself ragged - makes sure to check on Ranboo, whose nerves have inevitably returned with Dream’s disappearance. To be honest, she doesn’t worry as much as he does - ally or not, she’s spent enough time with the Dream that had left prison to expect that he won’t exactly be able to get himself very far should he come for the four of them, and doesn’t particularly care about he might pull with the rest of the server - if things get bad, she’s sure Phil and Techno will have it handled. She asks Phil, once, what happened, and he shrugs.

“I don’t know, mate,” he heaves a chest to the side, pulling out a stack of stone blocks that Niki gladly holds for him. “One day we woke up and he was just- gone. Everything. Was like he wasn’t ever there at all.”

Niki hums. “Why’d you think he’d do something like that?”

“If I could understand half of why Dream does what he does, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we?” He smiles at her from behind a crate. “Shall we bring these things upstairs and start on dinner?”

Niki laughs, knowing that the conversation about Dream is over. “Of course, Phil.”

Dinner is a welcome distraction; all of them have gotten better at cooking in recent months, between her baking and the veritable library of recipes Phil knows that she’s never even heard of, but Phil is still the only one she really trusts to hold his own behind the stove - Ranboo is still a little too nervous around water, and fire, and much of everything, and though Techno can be a perfectly capable cook, he’s been distracted as of late. She has a strong feeling that left to his own devices, he’d just grab a stack of steak and disappear for another few weeks, searching the server for information.

Honestly, she’s a little thrown off by his behavior - he’d not done anything like this with Tommy, if she remembers right, and had hardly seemed affected by Wilbur’s betrayal on the Sixteenth at all (then again, she was a little too lost in her own head to notice if he was.) She tosses her head over to ask Phil, who’s leaning over a few carrots he’s slicing to throw into the stew he’s making, and the man pauses, frowns.

“From what I know,” he starts, words slow, careful, “they’d spent three months in there together, and the conditions weren’t exactly- stellar. According to what Techno said, I’d assumed they had come to some sort of understanding.” He goes back to the carrots, expression dipping into shadow and out of sight. “Guess I was wrong.”

Niki hums. She can see it, sort of - spending months together with someone, no matter how insufferable, probably would end with some degree of attachment - she thinks back to plotting through sleepless nights with Jack, anger and grief leaving them simmering, crabs in the same pot of boiling water, remembers looking into his dead-eyed gaze and seeing her own stare back - and feels a brief pang of guilt. Besides, Techno is Techno. She’d never met someone so willing to forgive, understand, reach out despite everything that’s happened - for Dream to take advantage of that feels almost too obvious. Of course he would - what were they all thinking?

“He’s Dream,” she says as if that explains everything, flipping open the oven door and feeling a wave of heat blast her face. Phil hums lowly, understanding. “I hope Techno will be alright.”

“He’s tough,” Phil cracks a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “And he has us on his side. He’ll get through.”

Niki opens her mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by the front door slamming open. Outside their quaint little cottage, the wind howls - it sounds like the beginning of a blizzard out there, flurries painting the world in a thick blanket of white. In the door, Techno strides into the entrance with loud, decisive movements, shutting the door loud enough to make the walls shake. Inadvertently, Niki finds her eyes drawn to the small pile of snow that he’s tracked into the house - Techno’s usually so careful to kick it all off on the porch, never liked it much when there was a pile of melting ice and snow dampening the floorboards and soaking into his shoes. He huffs harshly, stripping off a snow-dusted scarf from his face - a long, multicolored abomination that had been the product of her attempting to teach Ranboo how to knit. Phil has reached his side, hands splayed over his upper arms, eyes soft in the corners from concern.

“Techno, mate-” his tone is chiding but his movements gentle as he brushes snow off of Techno’s signature cloak, “you’ve gotten snow everywhere. What were you doing, dueling a blizzard?”

Techno shakes his head, not meeting Phil’s banter as usual, fur sticking up from the snow melted into it. His voice is gruff and holds little humor - unconsciously, Niki feels her shoulders tense.

“Phil, call a Syndicate meeting.”

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Phil, per usual, is unrelenting, so it’s not until a quick dinner and some hurried messages to their final member later that the Syndicate is gathered in their meeting room, Techno pacing the length of the room as they wait in their respective seats. He looks less frazzled than he did when he first entered the house, in part due to Phil’s sitting him down to eat and picking through his fur to smooth it out of its windblown spikes and tangles - Techno had grumbled at him to stop preening him, but looked a lot more relaxed by the time they were all finished with their food. Still, his ear flicks periodically, twitching toward ssome sound that Niki can’t hear, movements tighter and jerkier than she is used to. He’d always been a little flightier after the prison, but not quite like this - everything here feels like that but dialed up to eleven. Inexplicably, it reminds her of Dream.

“Techno?” Phil gestures towards his seat, prompting, and he settles into it with an obliging huff.

“Y’know, Phil, the code names are kinda pointless if we never use ‘em,” he says, words carrying no real heat - he looks back at the rest of them, lips thinning into a line. “Anyway. I called this meeting because I found a couple leads on Dream.”

“O-oh,” Ranboo stutters, tail lashing behind him.

“You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, mate,” Phil reminds him gently, a sentiment that Niki affirms with a determined nod.

“There’ve been some reports- rumors, really,” Techno says, calling their attention again, and they all turn towards him, “of increased activity around the prison again. The Warden spending more time on its grounds, movement seen around the walls and around the portal- so I decided to go check it out for myself.”

Niki frowns, and watches as Phil does the same beside her - Techno had seemed to avoid the prison if he could help it, save for when he went on the initial mission to break Dream out. It was no secret to them that he didn’t exactly like the place.

“We could’ve helped if you asked,” Phil reminds him, and Techno shakes his head.

“I know, Phil. It’s just- that place is bad news. I’d rather keep you guys away from there if I can-” his hand goes to his head with a poorly hidden wince. “Sorry, Chat’s a little- worked up, at the minute.”

“Sorry, we’ll stop interrupting you,” Niki says, cutting off Phil before he says anything else. “So you went to the prison?”

Techno takes a second to gather his thoughts, mumbling quietly in the way that usually means he’s telling off Chat. “Right- I decided to stake out the portal. The rumors were right- Sam has been hanging around there, entered and left the prison four times yesterday. And today-” he hesitates, expression visibly darkening. “This morning, about an hour after the Warden arrived, Quackity came to the prison and went through the portal. He left the grounds about six hours later.”

“Quackity?” Niki frowns, eyes flicking over to how Phil has stilled in his seat. “What is Quackity doing at the prison?”

Phil ignores her question, reaching towards Techno, something indiscernible in his gaze. “Mate…”

“He smelled of blood when he left,” Techno says, words sharp, and Niki feels her heart skip a beat. “Warden left about half an hour after, and I came back here.”

Ranboo clears his throat, sounding tentative. “Okay,” he drums his hand on the table when they turn towards him, eyebrows drawn, “but what, exactly, does this have to do with, uh, Dream?”

Techno and Phil trade glances, one of their bouts of unspoken conversation that Niki’s grown extremely used to. They seem strangely hesitant, she notes internally, Phil looking towards Techno with a question written clearly in the planes of his face. Techno sighs, a long puff of air through his lips as he closes his eyes and turns his face towards the table.

“You know how Dream was- injured,” he starts slowly, looking back up at them. Niki shifts uncomfortably - of course she noticed, it was impossible not to - if not the bandages that peeked under his sleeves and the cuffs of his pants, then how skinny he’d been, all skin and bones curled up uncomfortably in a pile at the corner of Techno’s couch. She’d not know the extent, by any means, and had always assumed that they’d been self-inflicted - she’d been in a bad enough place on her own before to know how your head can make you want to hurt, sometimes, how eating food can feel like choking on sawdust and the world could feel so much smaller when focused into delicate pricks of pain. Phil’s eyes are trained on Techno - on his face, then on the pinkish raised skin of a still-healing scar along his forearm, and she feels understanding settle like a rock in her gut.

“The Warden had apparently been lettin’ Quackity into the cell to torture Dream for the revive book,” Techno trails off, eyes narrowed and seemingly fixed on a random point of the opposite wall. “By the time I go there, it’d been goin’ on for months.”

“But wait,” Ranboo’s tail moves even more erratically behind him, “You mean you think he’s back- there? How?”

“He has to be back in the prison,” Techno points out. “I can’t imagine anyone besides him that the two of them are goin’ to just start torturin’- Sam had been iffy about the whole thing when Quackity started in on me. It has to be Dream in there again.”

“But how did he get in there, then?” Ranboo asks, visibly confused. “Last time it took the entire server to lock him up!”

“There were no signs of a struggle,” Niki points out, matter of fact. “I believe you, Techno, but I don’t really know how they managed to drag him back so easily. I can’t imagine he was jumping at the chance to go back in there.”

Techno shakes his head with an uneasy sigh.

“I have a feelin’ of what might’ve happened,” he says quietly. “And I really hope that I’m wrong and he’s less of an idiot than I think he is.”

---

They set out to investigate - and maybe attack - the next day, Techno and Phil taking on the bulk of preparations as Ranboo stays behind. He’d been understandably uneasy about the whole mission, so they’d left him back by the Syndicate room to set off their pearls in case anything went wrong. (“By the end of the day,” Techno had said, giving Phil a look with the corner of his lip quirked upwards, “don’t be like Phil here and think I meant the end of the month, alright?”) They’d all be supplied with armor and weapons, thanks to Phil, but she’d been handed the bulk of their potions, arranged neatly in her inventory by type in case they’d be needed. She lingers in the back of the room as Phil and Techno chat amiably over the sound of making last minute repairs on their armor, listens to Techno’s ceaseless reminders for Phil to be careful, watches as they make sure that their stasis chambers are properly prepared should they need them.

(She watches as Phil nudges Techno’s shoulder when he lingers behind a certain chair, empty as long as she’s been part of the Syndicate, the fountain behind it bubbling quietly without a pearl inside. Techno sighs, expression strange.

“Should’ve set him up with one,” he says, quiet, and Phil pats him on the back.

“You couldn’t have known, mate. We wanted to wait a little before telling him about the Syndicate, remember?”

Techno hums, noncommittal. “Still.”)

They Nether travel to the site of Techno’s lookout, which ends up being a little shambling thing with dirt walls dug into a small hill looking towards the prison portal, having hardly enough space to fit the three of them. Phil looks at it with no small amount of apprehension, and Techno shrugs lightly, wearing an expression that makes Phil turn to him with a look that makes Niki break into giggles. Techno crosses his arms- “in my defense-” and Phil looks up at the dirt ceiling with a long-suffering sigh.

“You couldn’t have made this a little roomier, mate?” Phil asks, voice dry as kindling, and Techno raises his hands by his head.

“Hey hey, it’s discreet, it gets the job done, it’s perfectly structurally sound-” the sound of the leftmost wall crumbling, along with the cloud of dust that puffs from it and fills their tiny space, undermines the tail end of his statement and leaves him sputtering, Niki falling into another fit of quiet giggles. Underneath it all, Phil sighs again, raising his wings behind him.

“...these are going to take so long to clean out.”

To his credit, Techno looks sheepish. “Sorry, Phil.”

They sober up quickly; Techno turns around to the opposite side of the hill, where he’s hidden some peepholes inside the dirt - Niki settles herself by one, leaning forwards to put her eye to it and catch a glimpse of the prison looming over the water. It’s been repaired since the breakout, she notes, the gaping hole in the roof completely gone and replaced with obsidian, as intimidating and undamaged as it had been before, if not more so. Phil makes a considering sound from behind her.

“Same plan as last time?” He asks, and Techno shakes his head.

“They’ve probably reinforced it, and Dream’s blueprints won’t include anything new the Warden’s added. I wouldn’t be surprised if they moved Dream to a different location completely. We don’t want to draw too much attention, either, we were cutting it pretty close during the breakout.” He narrows his eyes. “I was thinking we’d try something a little stealthier, this time. “

He gestures at Niki, who blinks back at him with wide eyes.

“You got a couple of invis potions for us?”

She distributes the potions among them all, one regular and two splash potions of invisibility each, and Techno points towards the prison once she’s done.

“The most important thing is to get through the portal,” he says with a grim expression. “Worst comes to worst, once we’re inside we can always blast our way through - but gettin’ through that portal is our first priority.”

Phil narrows his eyes at him. “The portal is locked, though. We’ll need to follow someone else inside- and I’m pretty sure Sam uses pearls, so he’s out.”

Techno nods. “Which is why I’m bankin’ on the prison gettin’ another visitor today. We’ll just have to wait.”

Niki swallows. “Do you mean-”

“Quackity?” Techno turns away, not quite meeting her eyes. “I’m not totally sure, but he’s not exactly the type to just give up on his goals. He’s pretty predictable- an empire needs an emperor, always needs something new to rule- you know the type,” he says, tipping his head towards Phil. “He’ll be mad at Dream for disappearin’ on him and won’t miss the opportunity to prove he has the upper hand again. I’m not sure that he’s going to come today-”

“-but you wouldn’t really be surprised, either,” Phil finishes for him, eyes steely with cold determination. “I trust your judgement, mate. Just stay safe- from what I’ve heard, Quackity has been...erratic.”

“When is he not,” Techno huffs a short laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, Phil. Just be careful, both of you. Don’t get too close. And if things get messy- which is what we’re tryin’ to avoid, by the way- then don’t do anything too risky. Our priority is gettin’ in and out alive.”

“We can handle ourselves, Techno,” Niki reminds him with a small smile. “And Ranboo is there in case anything goes wrong.”

“Alright, then. Here’s the plan.”

---

It takes quite a long time for Quackity to arrive, long minutes that Niki spends fidgeting in the corner of the room, brushing her hands over seams of the netherite plates that Phil had shoved into her hands, back at the Syndicate room. The set is inexplicably light - not weightless, by any means, as it is still netherite, but not nearly as bulky as any set of netherite armor she’s owned or seen in the past. The runes are precise, lines thin and exact, written with graceful strokes of lapis.

“Phil’s the best metalworker I’ve ever met,” Techno tells her with a small grin, catching her in the middle of tracing what she can make out as an Unbreaking rune along the metal strapped to her forearm. “But then again, he’s had the time to practice.”

“Are you calling me old again?” Phil huffs, and Techno flashes a smile her direction before looking at Phil with a slight grin.

“Well, Chat is,” he says, lips twitching when Phil glares back.

“You can’t just blame Chat every time you insult me, you little shit,” Phil groans, and Techno only grins wider.

“Phil, my ad revenue,” he complains, a dramatic lilt to his voice that has Niki stifling a snort, and Phil’s glare only grows deadlier.

“You’ll have more than your ad revenue to worry about if you keep this up,” he mumbles, going back to keep watch at one of the peepholes and stilling as he does. “Shit- Techno, Quackity’s here.”

Techno straightens up, hindered slightly by the low ceiling of their room. “Alright- we all know the plan, right?”

Niki nods in the affirmative, pulling out a splash invis and letting it settle in her hand, the glass cool beneath her fingertips. She reaches into her inventory and lets her armor fade into it, takes a deep breath and watches as the two across from her do the same. She doesn’t wear armor often, but so close to the prison, feeling mining fatigue settling deep into her bones - she’s never missed the security it offers more. Techno keeps watch, waiting- drops his arm in a signal. Now.

Niki throws the potion at their feet, flinching back at the sound of shattering glass and feeling its effects seep into her skin. When she opens her eyes, she can’t see anything but the inside of the room that they’d holed themselves in and the faintest of wisps rising from where their feet must be, curling around the grass.

(Please let this work, she begs to no one in particular as they walk towards the prison. And if you can hear me- please keep us all safe.)

She hardly breathes as they follow Quackity across the path, holding someone’s hand in her own - Phil’s, by the feel of it - careful to muffle her footsteps in the grass and stand still whenever Quackity’s eyes come a little too close. Thankfully for them, he seems focused, hardly stopping or looking around at all as he walks towards the prison’s portal, movements stiff as he walks forward. He punches the button on the wall particularly harshly, and Sam’s voice comes crackling through a speaker a second later.

“I’m here for my visit,” Quackity says, punctuating the sentence with a snort of laughter that doesn’t sound particularly sincere. Niki hasn’t seen him in a long while, not after everything that happened in Pogtopia, and she feels a chill worm down her spine - this man looks nothing like the one that had laughed and danced and sung at her birthday party what feels like an eternity ago. What happened?

Sam sighs, the sound turning into a sharp burst of static through the speakers. “Hello Quackity,” he says, voice deep and tired. “Please step into the portal after I tell you to and then wait on the other side.”

“I know the drill, Sam,” Quackity rolls his eyes. “Just because the bastard was gone for a few weeks doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how this damn place works.”

“Just going through protocol, Quackity,” Sam replies, and something about this response has Quackity exploding into a brief fit of laughter, the sound grating against Niki’s ears. She feels her grip tighten on Phil’s hand, air caught in her throat.

“Protocol- ha. Whatever you wanna tell yourself, pal.” Quackity smiles, cold and cruel, and Niki tries not to think about how she’d seen that same grin on Wilbur, eyes sparkling from the light of the lanterns hung from the bridges and walls of their ravine, remember how she’d looked into them and realized her old friend wasn’t there, anymore. Quackity disappears into the portal, and after a second, the hand around her own pulls her inside of it too.

On the other side, Quackity taps his foot impatiently, crossing his arms and waiting- Sam’s voice comes through the speakers again, words clipped.

“Go through the portal,” he says, and Quackity does- once again, they wait for a second for his body to disappear, then go within it themselves, pressed close enough together within its frame for Niki to feel the warmth of a wing wrap around her shoulders for a quick second before they’re out of the hot, stifling air of the Nether and into a large, neatly made lobby of blackstone and quartz. They duck into a corner, watching as Quackity moves towards the front counter, the Warden waiting there with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks- tired. His movements are slow, footsteps loud against the floor, shoulders tense and back hunched. He walks around the counter, sword strapped to his belt, and Niki feels her breath hitch at the sight of dried blood still stuck to the blade in patches and splatters.

“He ready?” Quackity asks, holding his hands out - Niki catches a flash of metal as Sam drops something into them, watches as Quackity raises what ends up being a pair of shears, dangerous-looking and gleaming with enchants, to the light.

“Yes,” Sam says, side-eyeing Quackity with a small glare. “You know, it’s supposed to be your job to clean those things off when you’re done with them.”

“I told you, busy day back in Las Nevadas yesterday,” Quackity waves a hand- “I’ll do it, alright? Don’t get all pissy now. What happened to being partners?”

“You said we’d be done with this months ago, Quackity,” Sam sighs, and Niki feels a light tug on her arm as Quackity and Sam begin to walk towards the wall to the right of them, breathes in slow and deep as she follows Techno and Phil towards the others. The wall yawns open with the hiss of redstone firing and pistons pulling blocks upwards, opening into a dark hallway that feels like entering the maw of some sort of giant, insatiable beast. They step inside as one, and the door shuts behind them.

“We’ll be done soon enough,” Quackity says, and Niki feels hairs rising on the back of her neck. “Trust me.”

They stalk forwards through a labyrinth of blackstone, Niki brushing the palms of her hand against her clothes when it goes clammy from adrenaline. Halfway through, she pauses to tip back a second potion of invisibility, careful to keep her movements slow and steady as not to make a sound - the liquid is silvery, cool and light on her tongue, and she lets the effects wash over her with her breath caught in her lungs before moving forward. The tunnels are simpler than she’d expected, bearing little obstacles or checkpoints - Quackity makes a wry comment a second after (“Guard tunnels today, huh? Appreciate the hustle, pal-”) that confirms her suspicions. Despite the potion particles still whirling around their bodies and the sounds of their footsteps, too loud in her own ears, they manage to make it forwards without much trouble, entering a large room with a doorway filled completely with a curtain of lava.

“Set your spawn,” Sam says, still stoic, and Quackity rolls his eyes again before doing as told. Niki keeps looking back at the lava flowing past the wall, its heat filling the room and making her already slick palms even worse, and Sam moves to the side to flick a lever, eyes trained on the lava slowly bubbling in front of him.

“Give me your tools?” Quackity asks, and Sam sighs before doing so - Niki watches as he hands over a netherite axe, then potions, then a few raw potatoes that Quackity accepts and puts into his inventory. Sam raises an eyebrow once he’s done, hand tight around the handle of his trident.

“You bring your own sword, today?” He asks, seeming irritated, and Quackity shrugs.

“Sorry pal, I need to make a new one. Guess I’m borrowing yours again.”

Sam sighs again, louder, and hands over his sword as well, watching as Quackity swings it a few times experimentally. The blade skims a little too close to her on one swing and she can’t quite help the squeak that escapes her lips as she throws herself out of the way, feels her heart hammer in her ears as she backs up against the wall. Please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that-

“Quackity, wait.” Sam raises a hand, ear twitching as he looks over in her direction with narrowed eyes. “I think I heard something.”

Oh fuck.

“Well, guess show’s up then,” Techno drawls, and both of them whirl towards his voice, giving Niki enough time to pull her armor back on, scrambling to get her sword and shield in her hands as Phil does the same besides her. Pieces of armor appear where Techno is standing, then a bucket of milk- oh, why must her friends be so dramatic- and Techno’s standing there, smiling sharply, with Orphan Obliterator held loosely at his side. “Let’s get this done, then.”

As one, Techno and Phil blur into action - Techno moves forward to catch the prongs of Sam’s trident on his blade as Phil parries Quackity’s blows with his own sword- they move fluidly, easily covering each other’s backs as the room devolves into chaos. Niki remembers their guidance as she flits in and out of the fight, scoring quick hits to keep the Warden and Quackity off balance while remaining out of range from their weapons, and it’s not long before both of them have fallen with a spray of items and experience orbs scattered all over the floor.

Techno moves over to block off the exposed face of the bed with a block, looking over at the two of them with an uncharacteristically severe expression. “They’ll be back soon- we have to move fast. Niki, you have those fire res, right?”

She nods as she reaches into her inventory, finding the potion’s orange-pink glow and smashing it at their feet. They dive into the lava together, Niki scrambling to keep up, her arms struggling to move through the thick lava, loses sight of both until she flails into something directly in front of her and hands are pulling her up out of the lava.

“There you go, mate,” Phil smiles down at her as hauls herself to her feet, making a face at the feeling of the lava clinging to her clothes. “Yeah, swimming through lava isn’t exactly fun. You good?” She flashes him a thumbs up, and he laughs- “Niki, you’re still invisible.” She flushes pink- right.

A few sips of milk later, she gives him a proper thumbs up, and he laughs, loud and bright. She looks past him to where Techno’s crouched over something- someone, she realizes with a start, in the corner. Dream’s back in prison clothes, ragged and ill-fitting, and he’s curled up with his back towards the front of the cell, shaking enough to be obvious even from where she’s standing. Techno speaks lowly, voice barely more than a deep rumble in the air, almost inaudible.

“You there, Dream?”

She watches as Dream turns his head, looking up with wide, bleary eyes. His hair flops in front of his face, and something within her itches to brush it out of the way. “T-Techno?”

“Yeah nerd, who else?” Techno smiles, and Dream seems to blink awake, drawing himself up with a shuddery breath.

“Techno- it’s a trap- what are you doing here?” he hisses, and Techno gives him a look, deadpan.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s a trap- come on, Dream, we’ve been over this by now, bro. You have to know that their traps aren’t goin’ to do anything to me by now,” Techno rolls his eyes, reaching forward to steady his hands on Dream’s shoulders when the other man sputters and struggles to breathe. “Easy, now. Geez, you wanted to prove me wrong about being homeless bad enough that you came back here? We could’ve just made you a house, you know. You didn’t have to go this far.”

“I- they were gonna kill you,” Dream breathes, face twisted up uncomfortably, and his eyes flick past Techno’s face to where Phil and Niki are standing at the opposite wall of the cell. “All of you- they said-”

“And that’s what I thought you’d say,” Techno groans. “Come on, you idiot, I thought you were smarter than this-”

“They were right there, Techno!” Dream fires back, eyes alight. “You- they were right there, what were you thinking, they could’ve-!”

“And my best friend is a necromancer, remember?” Techno shakes his head. “Come on, Dream- Sam and Quackity? You know we can handle them in a fight, especially when you can just revive us if anything goes wrong. You don’t have to do this whole self-sacrifice thing, bro- there’s only so many times I can break into the same prison, y’know.”

“You’re so stupid,” Dream huffs, but he leans in anyway, head just barely settling against Techno’s shoulder. “I- I can’t believe. You’re so dumb.”

“Hey, don’t be sayin’ that to the guy that’s breakin’ you out of prison,” Techno laughs, slinging Dream over his shoulder with an easy motion and laughing harder when it makes him yelp. “That’s just bein’ ungrateful. You’re making Chat sad, man, and when they’re sad they don’t subscribe-”

“I regret this entirely,” Dream says, voice muffled against Techno’s shirt, tone completely flat. “Put me down- you idiot- I’m staying here. You’re worse than Quackity.”

“Rude. Now you’ve really made Chat mad. I demand an apology-”

“Boys, boys.” Niki can’t help giggling, watching the way their gazes snap towards her, rolling her eyes as she moves forward with a few potions held loosely in her hand. “Dream, do you want a health pot?”

Dream seems to deliberate for a second, before nodding at her, expression slightly strained. “...sure.”

“You two can finish your argument after we’ve broken out of the biggest maximum security prison on the server,” Phil drawls from behind her, arms crossed at his chest. “Come on, now, before Sam gets back.”

“Isn’t this the only maximum security prison on the server?” Techno asks aloud, an amused expression on his face - one that only gets worse when Phil glares at him with one ice-blue eye.

“Shut-” he sighs, shaking his head. “You two are chaotic little shits, you know that?”

“Don’t compare me to him, Phil,” Techno complains, Dream mirroring his words with muffled protests of his own, and Phil breathes another drawn-out, long-suffering sigh as he rubs at the bridge of his nose.

“Niki, give us some fire res please?”

She finds the potion bottle between giggles, throwing it to the ground as she tries to choke down the laughter rapidly bubbling up her throat. “Of course, Phil.”

She looks back at Techno and Dream before jumping into the lava, the two of them once again lost in some sort of argument, Dream draped over Techno’s shoulder. He’s breathing easier now, she notes, and Techno looks looser too - a little less tense, leaning back with a perpetual quirk to the corner of his lip as they fire insults back and forth. This is familiar, she recognizes with a soft twist in her chest, the same way that Phil and Techno can finish each other’s sentences and look at each other with laughing eyes sharing the same memories of the past, the same way Ranboo watches Techno’s every step as he adjusts his stance and lifts his sword and Techno laughs and calls him a main character in turn, the same way she and Phil will settle together on the porch over cups of tea and sit at each other’s sides for hours. The rhythm between them is one well-established, the road well-worn - she imagines them, huddled in this dingy cell for months together, and breathes in slow and deep.

“Come on,” she smiles, making sure to keep it on her face when Dream meets her eyes with wide, startled ones of his own. Dream still isn’t an ally, and isn’t a friend.

But - she watches as he smiles back, something inexplicably warm in her chest - maybe, one day, he could be.

#tw torture #tw abuse #tw self harm #tw disordered eating #tw ed #tw sh #prison arc #pandora's vault #tw starvation #c!sam critical #c!quackity critical #my writing :D #> my writing

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griffintail · 3 years ago

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Hello! So I was new at your blog and I feel like ive discovered the 9th cloud of heaven 🤯 so I don't know if youre in the mood but i loved your technoblade child reader fics and i really wanted to ask if you could write a overprotective!tecnho x f!child reader? i feel like it sucks so im not pushing you to do it-

I probably took it a different way than what you were thinking but I hope you still enjoy!

Utmost Care

Pairing: Technoblade X F! Reader

Warnings: Overprotective nature, Light Angst, Mentions of Swords, Mentions of Scars

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Techno didn’t hold a lot of things with value but when he finally did, they were protected with the utmost care. That goes the same for living beings. His daughter certainly was one of those beings.

All of (Y/N)’s life, Techno always kept his eye on her or made someone he trusted with his life was watching her, meaning only he or Phil watched her. If Phil couldn’t watch her at the time, Techno then took her with him, keeping her close the entire time. And, if (Y/N) could tell the truth, as she got older, it was tiring.

She was thirteen years old but she wasn’t allowed to go off on her own. She either had to go with Techno and Phil, the only time she could be alone was in her own room. It was extremely tiring when she couldn’t learn new things that could be considered dangerous. Techno wouldn’t teach her to fight or brew or enchant because he said she’d never need it.

She just wanted to do something without the need for approval. She just wanted to be her own person and live her life as she wanted.

So…that’s how she started sneaking out hours at a time. She was only allowed her own peace and quiet in her room? Alright, she used that to her advantage and locked her door when she knew Techno was busy either tending to things and wouldn’t check on her for hours. When she left, she went to the one place she knew mischief was encouraged.

“Uncle Tommy!” (Y/N) grinned as she walked in the door.

“Here comes trouble!” Tommy grinned.

Tommy indeed encouraged the things Techno considered bad. He helped teach the girl how to fight, taught her to brew, showed her a few things with enchanting, and most certainly let her go off on her own around L’Manberg or the SMP, though he did warn her to be more careful in the SMP lands.

(Y/N) felt free and felt like her own person finally without a weight of watchful eye on her.

It was one of those days once more. Tommy was teaching (Y/N) the ways of the sword.

“Come on, stop trying to hit me and hit me!” Tommy grinned cheekily, then yelping as (Y/N) swung as hard as she could with a smirk.

It was just another day for the pair, they just didn’t know it wasn’t another day for Techno. (Y/N) always left when Techno was on his own because he did get distracted when Phil was around or Phil tended to help him. So, if Phil was around, going out was a no-go. Phil usually showed up in the early mornings so she could tell if she could sneak out pretty early in the day.

But, today, Phil had been held up in L’Manberg and came late.

“Hey mate!” Phil called as he walked over to Techno’s.

“Phil, you’re pretty late,” Techno said.

“Yeah, had to help with some things in L’Manberg first.” Phil shrugged. “Farming all by yourself today?”

“(Y/N) said she wanted to read and she might come out later,” Techno told him as they went into the house, Techno resting his hoe by the door. “(Y/N)! The old man’s here.”

“Fuck off mate.” Phil laughed.

Techno smirked as he cleaned off his hands but frowned when he heard no movement in the rooms above.

“(Y/N)!” Techno called once more.

“She might be sleeping in, let her be.” Phil waved it off. “She’s alright.”

But the voices whispered worry, only fueling Techno’s.

“She doesn’t usually sleep in. I’m going to check on her.” Techno said before going up the ladder.

He went to (Y/N)’s room knocking, but there was once more silence. He didn’t like that.

“(Y/N).” He said trying the door handle, but found it locked. “What the-Hey. What’s with the locked door?”

“Techno?” Phil called up concerned by the conversation he was hearing.

She wasn’t saying anything though and the voices whispered panic and Techno reacted. He took a step back before kicking in the door. Phil jumped before quickly coming up the ladder as Techno went into the room.

“Techno!” Phil shouted as he followed after.

Techno’s breath came quicker out of his nose as Phil came in.

“(Y/N)’s not here. Someone took her.” Techno moved past Phil.

Phil looked at his son leaving the room before looking at the teenager’s room. The only mess was the door but (Y/N) indeed wasn’t here and his wings puffed before he rapidly following after Techno.

“You know, the last thing I thought Techno would do was not teach you how to use a sword,” Tommy said as he leaned back on the bench overlooking the river below his base.

(Y/N) sat next to him, both of their training swords laying down close by.

“I always ask him to teach me but he just tells me I don’t need to learn how to fight. I’ll be fine.” She huffed. “What am I going to do if a mob manages to get in? Can you imagine if a creeper managed to come into our house? It could just blow me and the house up because I couldn’t do anything, I might as well just stand still.”

“Ah, he’s always had a stick up his ass.” Tommy waved his hand. “And an ego. He probably thinks he can keep everything from hurting you.”

“But that’s the point uncle Tommy!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “If he taught me, it’s almost a guarantee I won’t get hurt. I could protect myself and go out and meet people. Do whatever I want.”

“He’ll figure it out eventually,” Tommy assured her.

“Alright!”

Both of them jumped as they looked around wildly, Tommy giving a scream, hearing the voice of said man. Then, a moment later, they realized it was their walkies and shared a look.

“Whoever has my kid can bring her back now and have a painless death.”

“Uh oh.” They both muttered.

(Y/N) scrambled to get her things as Tommy stood up in a panic.

“Bye!” (Y/N) shouted before sprinting towards home.

How the hell was she supposed to explain this? Oh no dad, I just decided to wander in the forest with no warm clothes?

“It’s going to be a shitty day.” She muttered as she slipped into the portal and sprinted down the pathway towards the home portal.

Deciding it was better before her father started searching homes, she took out her walkie.

“Dad!” She spoke. “What’s the problem?”

Techno froze in his path, looking at Phil before taking off his walkie. “(Y/N), where are you right now?”

“I just…went for a little walk. My legs were starting to cramp up.” She lied, wincing slightly.

“Your door was locked (Y/N). What happened?”

“I don’t know the door handle must have broke.” She tried as she felt relief seeing the home portal.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Techno asked in frustration.

None of this was adding up. What the hell was going on?

“Nothing dad, everything is—” She stepped out of the portal and froze when she was met with two netherite decorated family members. “Fine…”

Phil’s eyes were wide as Techno stood there quiet for a moment.

…

“YOU WENT IN THE NETHER!?” Techno shouted throwing up his arms.

“Dad, look I can explain—” She tried.

“No! I-What were you thinking?!”

“I—”

Techno looked her over. “Is that a sword?! What—You don’t fight! What the hell were you doing?!”

“Look—”

“Mate—” Phil tried to even cut in.

“No! We’re going home.”

Techno went to grab her arm but she moved back.

“LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE!” (Y/N) shouted as she shook.

Techno stood in shock as Phil took a step back, this was between father and daughter.

“I-I-Yes! I snuck out! And yes! I have a sword! But its-I just wanted to live for once! You don’t let me go out on my own! You don’t let me train or learn anything you do! I stay at home! And read and learn about farming and crafting basic ass shit! And that’s it! If I’m lucky I get to go out to the village with you keeping a close ass eye on me! And I’m tired of it!”

Techno was quiet as (Y/N) took deep breaths before he came towards her.

“You know that to keep you safe.”

“Oh, shove it, dad! What’s the point of being safe when I don’t know anything! I felt like I was going crazy and I-I can’t do that anymore daddy. I can’t.”

(Y/N) had tears in her eyes. She hated it; she was so tired of it. She was so tired.

Techno was stood in shock hesitating before coming over and hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered to her. “I…I didn’t know it was hurting so much…”

It was a bit awkward of a hug with his armor on but (Y/N) hugged him back regardless.

Techno had wanted to just keep her safe. He had so many enemies and seen so many things in his life…He just didn’t want his little girl to see all the same things he had and he didn’t want her to carry the same scars. But all the while, it seemed he was hurting her in a different way.

“I’m sorry. We’ll figure it out, ok?”

“Please.” She nodded.

He’ll figure it out, he’ll still make sure she was safe, but he’d figure it out for his little girl to be happy…

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sweetberrysmooch · 4 years ago

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HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 1]

(Zzzzzzz.....)

(This is unfortunately gonna have to be in several parts, mainly so I can get something out to you guys while still being able to work on the rest ^^)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and sort of... smell hcs? Idk, I got into a mood and couldn’t stop writing about smells so here it goes lol.

Characters: Dream, Techno, Wilbur.

Warnings: There’s mentions of nightmares in Dream’s and a emotional breakdown in Wilbur’s, but that’s it.

Song Recommendation: Dream A Little Dream Of Me- The Mamas & Papas.

Up Next- Quackity, George, and Bad. [pt. 2]

Hope you have nice day today <3 Enjoy!

Dream:

Depending on where you’ve fallen asleep, Dream will kind of work with your position before he lets himself relax.

He prefers it when the two of you are in your bed, with him near the closest door and on his back and with you sleeping against his side, arm stretched over his middle. It’s a good way for him to be between any intruders that may come and to still have you close. But no matter where you are, he has to make sure that he can protect you before he lets his guard down.

Another position he likes is when you’re tucked against his chest under his chin, sitting on his lap or curled up together in bed. Being tall with a broad chest means he makes a pretty good pillow, so use those puppies when you can 👀👀

Smells like a forest, most times. Almost like wild honey, but it’s a very delicate smell. You don’t notice it until your first hug, when you were upset and crying and he pulled you to into his arms so you could hide your face. Now you smell it everywhere he is, in your house, on your bed, even your clothes smell like him. Neither of you say anything, but he slowly begins leaving his soap at your house. Just in case, y’know, if you ever run out.

Other times, when he seems a little more... off, he smells like the beginning to a storm, like ozone and petrichor. Those days he doesn’t speak that much, and keeps you at arms length. He sits quietly and watches your doors and windows with obvious intent, and is gone before morning. You don’t think he even moved from his spot throughout the night, much less slept there. You don’t see him for a few days afterwards.

Usually he remains as still as a log, but sometimes he has fidgeting fits where he twitches and grumbles to himself. Sometimes you’ll even catch him speaking full-on sentences, though they don’t make much sense. Mostly normal out of place stuff, but once you heard him talking about someone called DreamXD, and figured you’d ask him about his oc the next morning.

He has nightmares often too. It’s hard to tell when he’s asleep but he’ll wake up sweating and trembling and lean over you to check you’re still breathing. He won’t ever tell you what they’re about, but it isn’t hard to guess when he buries his nose into your hair and holds you tightly like you might leave him.

If the two of you aren’t sleeping in your house or completely alone, he won’t sleep until you are. Sleep loss doesn’t quite affect him like it does others until after a pretty long time of not doing it, to which he’ll become surlier and more angry until he eventually just clocks out. He wakes up extremely well rested 2 days later and the process repeats. Sleeping at your house is the closest he gets to proper sleeping, and it’s the only time he can ever feel truly relaxed when doing so.

When he can’t fall asleep, he goes straight to watching you. He gently plays with your hair and fiddles with your fingers, relishing in how unmarred and soft they are in comparison to his much rougher, bigger ones. It’s a sure fire way to get him to mellow out and relax, and he finds that sleep ends up coming much quicker.

(Dream wakes up in warmth one night, with rain knocking on window panes instead of what ever shelter he could scrape together and a fire crackling far off. He deduces immediately that he’s in someones house, and it doesn’t take long before he notices the owner, asleep in his lap.

Your legs are slung over the arm of the padded chair he’s sitting in, a book (one of his own, he acknowledges, an older version of a well known storybook that he has memorized already) loosely held onto in your hands, and your head rests on his shoulder.

He expects to feel worried soon, the fear of you getting close to him reappearing to ruin another close moment. But it never comes. All he can feel is the safety and comfort you always emanate, driving away his tension and soothing his mind. He closes his eyes, and falls back asleep.)

Techno:

Techno is very very touch starved ^^; While he may not be the only one on this list that is, Techno is definitely the most…. shy about it. He won’t ever directly ask to sleep next to you, and will actively try to avoid that. He’s afraid of making you uncomfortable but also of being close to you in general? It’s an odd mix of emotions, like eating mints and a hot pepper at the same time and then feeling hell fire burn inside of your body. Anytime the two of you have to sleep in the same room as each other, he will immediately offer you the better spot and go find a chair to sleep in, and he won’t accept a no.

The most you can do is make the choice to go sleep next to him. It’ll weird him out a little before becoming overwhelmingly endearing when he processes the fact that you would rather sleep next to him than somewhere more pleasant. When you’re asleep however, he’ll pick you up and move you to the place where he wanted you to be. He’ll drape his massive cape over your body and (after assuring himself six different times that you are in fact asleep) softly press a kiss to the crown of your head. If he runs his thumb over your cheek once, then thats his business.

Later on in your relationship though, after he relaxes and settles a bit, it’s pretty unusual if you don’t fall asleep next to him. He still won’t outright ask for it, but he kinda just hopes that when he starts his nightly routine before bed that you’ll just join him without needing to be asked. Having you there helps him sleep better, you act as both a silencer for the voices and someone to hold close when he’s at his most vulnerable.

When sleeping in bed together, he prefers to pull you close and curl around you in a half pulled fetus position. He’s usually a heavy sleeper, and actively clings on to you when asleep. It's an impressive feat if you can break free from his strong arms while they’re wrapped around your middle, and you leaving inevitably wakes him up. He’ll go searching for you then, barely awake, just to pull you back to bed to be his teddy bear again.

And speaking of the voices, while generally they’re loud and insistent, occupying his mind more than he does at times, their reaction to you baffles him so much. In place of the usual screaming is gentle mumbling, quiet whispers about how nice you look today or how pink and soft your cheeks look. It’s a welcome relief, and no matter how he hard he ignores the fact that he’s wrapped around your finger, he’s glad to know they care for you as much as he does.

He also smells pretty nice, it’s this natural musk he has mixed with a muted minty scent. The mint smell comes from this fancy soap Phil had gotten him a while back that he hadn’t given much thought about until you said something. Techno’s already a clean kind of guy, but after hearing your praises of his smell he almost begs Phil to get him more.

Snores, but in a quiet reserved way. Sometimes he makes soft cute noises, like little happy sounds when you snuggle into him more, or bashful grumbles when you kiss him before bed.

(Sunlight flickers through the blinds of Techno’s room, streaking across your face and waking you from sleep. Sighing quietly, you lift your head a little and stretch as best you can while being held in place at his side, before snuggling back into your spot, fully content to stay there for the rest of the morning.

As you enjoy the moment, you savor the gentle snores that rumble in his chest, his strong heart thumping beneath your ear, and the way his hand kneads your hip as he wakes.

‘It’s a good morning to sleep in.’ Your mind says quietly, and with how he rolls over to face you and kiss your forehead, it seems Techno thinks so too.)

Wilbur:

The way Wilbur sleeps really depends on what Wilbur it is.

To start off though, a few general things. He’s a neat sleeper, doesn’t snore, doesn’t move a whole lot, and smells pretty nice too. His smell also came from a fancy soap he got from Phil, but it smelled like sugar and lemons and it was a lot heavier than Techno’s. He would always take showers before bed because he knew you liked how it smelled, and often he would offered to share it with you (so that you would smell like him). Once he was exiled, he didn’t have the liberty of bathing as frequently as he used to, and he stopped using the fancy soap because he thought it felt tainted. He’d end up smelling like stale air and gunpowder, though he’d never tell you what the smell was from.

With sleep, if it’s pre-Pogtopia Wilbur, you get a fairly standard sleeping arrangement of him crawling up into between your legs to flop down on your stomach with a sigh, waiting impatiently for you to get comfortable and curl around him like you usually do. Your hand comes to cradle his head closer to your chest and he nuzzles into your collarbone before falling asleep near immediately. The two of you wake up tangled completely together and immensely comfortable. Wilbur used to sleep in on days like that, quietly savoring the peace that came with you and your generous hands that would slowly brush through his sleep-messed hair. Even after the election, when he starts descending into madness, the memories serve as a final comfort to him.

Post-Pogtopia Wilbur (Vilbur, if you will) is a stark contrast to his old self. He’s more bitter, more reserved, and even more paranoid. He doesn’t sleep with you anymore, at least never consistently, and the only times he does is when he’s so emotionally fraught that he passes out from the stress and lack of sleep midway through you trying to calm him down. You usually end up just kind of holding him close, praying that when he wakes up you can settle him before he works himself up again. You fall asleep like that, tired and restless.

(He rouses from sleep a few hours later, curled up in your arms and still exhausted from the breakdown. Your chest rises and falls slowly behind him, face smushed into his hair and completely relaxed.

For a moment, all is calm again. He can pretend that it’s just how it used to be before the election had happened, that the two of you are back at home, happy and stable.

His hands tremble when they reach for yours, and he grants himself the freedom to cry while you’re still sleeping, ignoring the fact that the next day will be just like the last, and that nothing has changed.)

See you next time :D

#mcyt x reader #c: dream #c: technoblade #c: wilbur #hc: and there was only one bed (affectionate)#dream x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader

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ahappydnp · 1 year ago

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This might be controversial, I don't know. But I honestly don't like Dan's content post coming out nearly as much as pre-BIG. It used to be silly -yes- but relatable videos with one or two edgy jokes thrown in. Now it's ALL "I'm gay, horny and depressed and the world is ending but we also kind of deserve it" ... I know that last part has a lot to do with We're all doomed and Dystopia Daily - like the clue is in the names, I get it. But when it's all jokes like that... where is the lightheartedness? Where is the fun? Where is the relief from the problems of the world? Pre-BIG Dan at least had a better balance with that. Anyway, rant over. Hope it made sense.

mmm normally i'd ignore this kind of ask because it's nuanced and i don't want a dozen more hot takes in my inbox but i get that you're not just criticizing dan as a person but more his content shift so (many) thoughts under the cut:

i think first and foremost it's hard to gage dan as a content creators post BIG because the only content he's consistently made has been dystopia daily and wad (discounting gay & not proud because...you know...)

it's also hard to compare him to his content pre BIG since: 1) the video format is different- DD is a scripted persona heavy talk show format that's more commentary on culture than personal experiences 2) he's not supplementing DINOF with liveshows/regular social media posts + gaming channel videos that showed different (usually softer or more lighthearted) sides of dan and gave the audience a more well rounded perception of him as a person

which i think is one of the biggest ""issues"" people have with DD. it's not even necessarily the content itself (though i doubt anyone would say DD is their favorite content by any stretch), but the fact that the main source of perceiving dan is this heavily edited persona that's a bit too detached from real life daniel howell? because yeah like you said, we know he has a lighthearted side, we know he's actually very kind and thoughtful; however, dystopia daily is about the content, not dan as a person. the product isn't himself anymore which is a massive shift from old content. about dystopia daily as a concept- like i said, the reception from long time subscribers has been basically "i don't love this but i love you and am excited to see you again". it's not BAD it's just not what people watch dan for? it's definitely not something i would click on or enjoy from anyone else, but i love seeing dan in anything and supporting him. and some of it is good! there are some rewatches in there! but yeah if you didn't know him prior to DD you might assume this was just another ~generic angry rich white guy complaining about the world to be edgy~

i don't agree with you that it's ALL "i'm gay, horny, and depressed" and might even say it's not a crime if it was? dan spent the first decade of his career having to edit himself and if he needs a professional second puberty to feel better then go off! am i excited for him to explore more topics or stories or formats?? like absolutely!! but i'm not angry about this era of him getting his bearings. did i love him pretending he doesn't like/has never been around kids when we know for a fact he does? no it felt weird and forced but i get his thinking that he wants DD to be detached from dan. "where's the fun"?- i will say that this year in particular we've seen more of dan's personality online! like the silly little instastories and tweets, he's sharing more about his life (like seriously who would have bet he'd post anything about their japan trip????), him in phil's video + the hair clip. and it's just like the biggest breath of fresh air because that's our dan!!! that laugh!! i know that guy!!! and i do feel like he's ready to incorporate letting people see more sides of him again after giving himself the space and boundaries to readjust after a massive life change. but there have still been bits of him this whole time! the few liveshows he did on tour were fun, him at the tour preshows was PEAK classic dan and he was truly the sweetest during his m&gs (seriously i cannot recommend enough checking out the preshow compilations playlist on youtube or meetdnp on twitter because it's just....god it's so fucking nice to see him being so fucking nice and remembering why he really is special). check out the idb instastories playlists because there are so many gems from the past couple years people forget about!!

i know it hit harder because dan is such a LIGHT and it felt like we lost it for awhile. he didn't lose the kindness or silliness or creativity, he's still dan! he's older and not the same person he was in 2014, but also who is? i'm not the same person i was in my 20s which is a great thing!

change can feel scary, but dan's entire genetic makeup didn't change. i totally get if DD isn't your thing and that is perfectly fine! but i will say if you're mourning the other sides of him, you've got plenty of examples that aren't current main channel videos. i do believe we'll be let back in even more soon though :)

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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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It Was Yours, Why Does It Have To Be Mine?

Requested by this anon who decided to break my heart: “Hear me out. Dream x fem!reader angst. Originally, the reader was the one who wore the smiley faced mask. Dream and the reader were in love and dream proposed, reader said yes, then later that night, the reader passed away (either sickness or getting hurt idc) and in order to keep her memory, dream wears the mask in her absence.”

Dream x fem!reader

trigger warnings: some swears, character death, general angst

premise: in game au; You and Dream have been together since what feels like the beginning of time, and it had always seemed like you would be together, and now he had finally had the confidence to propose, unfortunately, Wilbur and his new developing country of L’manburg have other plans for you

{hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this one hurt}

{I listened to Sebelius : Finlandia Op.26 on repeat while writting this and only questioned my sanity twice}

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You giggled, “Where are we goingg?”

“Somewhere special,” Dream said, raising your entwined hands enough to press a kiss to your knuckles, “Trust me, your going to love it.”

You laughed again, free hand reaching back to adjust the knot holding your mask in pace, “You’re ridiculous.”

Today had marked the four year anniversary since you and Dream had started dating officially, and he had insisted in abandoning all his duties to the smp for a day to take you out.

The two of you had been wandering through the woods for a while now, and you were fairly convinced that he had no idea where he was going, but still you didn’t say anything.

“It should be just through here.” He said, leading you down between two trees.

A moment later you came into a clearing, decorated with lights, a picnic set up in the middle, with a perfect view of the rest of the hill side.

“Oh my god!” You squeaked.

“You like it?” He asked.

“I love it! This is so cute, Dream!”

Dream chuckled, “Bad found the spot, and I got Sapnap to help get all this stuff out here.”

You grinned to a point where he could tell even with your mask on, “It’s perfect.”

Carefully he flicked at the edge of the wide mask, “Take that stupid thing off and kiss me.”

“It’s not stupid!” You protested, “Come on Dream just kiss the smiley face, its good enough.”

Reluctantly he pressed a kiss to the mask and you beamed, immediately moving to slip it off, kissing him properly before going to sit down on the picnic blanket.

You looked back up at him, “While don’t just stand there, come on! Sit with me!”

~~ A while later, after the food had been eaten, you were leaned back against Dream, eyes closed happily, mask still off to the side, “Thank you, for this.”

“Of course.” He smiled, “But, uh, actually there's one other thing?”

You hummed, peaking up at him, “Whats that?”

“Well- I- I’ve been thinking about it for a while and- well- I was wondering, if you’d- if you’d marry me?” He asked.

Your eyes shot open to see the ring box in his hand, “Your- you’re not kidding? This is real- this is for real?”

“Course its real,” He chuckled, “Would you rather have me get on one knee to prove it?”

Dream quickly maneuvered to be In front of you, on one knee, the ring box held out in front of him, “I have loved you, since the beginning of time (y/n) and now I’m asking you to become my wife.”

Your hands moved to your face in shock for a moment before dropping back down as you practically tackled him, “Oh my god!”

“Is that a yes then?” He chuckled, doing his best to sit up with your weight still on him.

You nodded eagerly, and he slipped the ring onto your finger, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Dream grinned, kissing you once more- only to be distracted by a yell from down the hill.

“Dream! Dream!”

“Oh god,” He muttered, standing up, “I’ll be right back”

You stood as well, stooping to grab your mask and fastening it on your face before following him.

By the time you had caught up, Sapnap was giving a report on what was going on.

“He’s starting a new country- says their starting a rebellion.”

“Who is?” You asked.

“Wilbur,” Sapnap said curtly, motioning over to where wall were being built, “TommyInnt, Tubbo and Eret have all joined this crazy plan.”

“Thats insane.” You muttered.

Dream frowned, “I won’t have this. We’ll stop them. Sapnap, see too it that all of there resources are destroyed.”

The man nodded, and hurried away, already pulling out his flint and steel, and Dream turned to you, “This is the exact opposite of what I was hoping for today.”

“We’ll figure it out, together.” You assured.

Later that night, after you had returned home, Dream had gone out again, hoping for a civilized discussion with Wilbur, before getting launched into any war.

He stood at the gates of L’manburg, looking up at were Tubbo sat on watch, “I need to speak to Wilbur.”

“Why?” Tubbo challenged.

Dream crossed his arms, “Because this doesn’t have to become something bloody and violent, now get inside and get him.”

Scared, Tubbo quickly scrambled down off the wall and toward one of the buildings that had risen with the walls.

A moment later he came back to open the gates, Wilbur following behind, “I was beginning to wonder when you would show up. I knew you’d have a problem with this.”

“Wilbur whatever this is it needs to be shut down, now.”

“That's exactly what I thought you’d say,” Wilbur said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “That's what tyrants always say.”

“I am not a tyrant!” Dream protested.

“Is that why you’re forcing your agenda on us? Read the fucking message dick head, we don’t want to deal with you any longer. ‘ere. read this, its the conditions of our independence. We are free and there is nothing you can do to stop us.”

Dream took the book Tubbo thrust into his hands, ‘the declaration of independance’

“Forever the nation of the dream smp has cast sin upon our great land of the hto dog van,” Wilbur quoted, “This book declarers that the nation that shall hence forth be known as the L’manburg is free and independent from the DreamSmp, totally, completely and wholly.”

“You’re starting a fight you can’t finish.” Dream warned, handing the book back.

Wilbur scoffed, “On the contrary Dream. You’ve threatened a country that is more than willing to fight back. Tommy, hurry up and get inside!”

As Wilbur barked the last words Dream turned to see Tommy coming out the darkness, an empty bottle in one hand and a dagger stained a dull rust color in the other.

“It’s done.” The teen muttered.

“She put up a fight?” Wilbur asked.

Tommy, even scared by what he’d done, couldn’t help but look at Dream, a glint in his eye, “(y/n) won’t be a problem anymore.”

On pure instinct Dream ran, the only thing in his mind that he had to get to you.

The stillness of the house was broken as Dream crashed through the door, “(y/n)? (y/n)?!”

Shaking he moved through the house, the was no sign of a struggle, no sign of a break in, but there was a slight lingering affect of a potion in the doorway leading to your shared bedroom.

From the color of the particles he knew it had been weakness, and he carefully pushed through into the room.

It was dark, and for a moment, with your form stretched out in bed, he could almost think that everything was fine, that you were just asleep, waiting for him.

Turning on a light he saw that the reality was much different.

Blood pooled around you, dripping from the bed and soaking the sheets, evidently coming from the gaping holes in your stomach.

The worst part of it was the mask clasped in your hands, held out, almost like you were offering it to him.

“(y/n)...” He whimpered, still frozen in the door, “What do I do? Now that your gone? Oh god what did he do to you?”

Some how the fact that Tommy had seen your face, the one thing you kept hidden from everyone, except him, seemed to hit Dream the hardest, even as you lay dead.

Slowly, he moved forward, taking the mask from your hands.

~~ Dream stood at the top of the hill, looking over the crater.

Somewhere off to the side Phil and Techno were celebrating the victory over everyone, the huge hole where L’manburg had been stretching all the way down the bed rock.

The porcelain was cold against his face, but Dream had long since gotten used to the uncomfortable feeling of the mask.

With the mask that you had given him, the mask he had unwillingly taken from you had kept everyone from knowing his pain. And now, he had made sure they felt all of yours and his own.

The chain with your engagement rings felt heavy around his neck, but he couldn’t help grin at Tommy, who had barley made it out of the wreckage, “Looks like you won’t be a problem anymore.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #teddy06 writes

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sabinanotfound · 3 years ago

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sbi + reader and reader gets kidnapped bc i like the idea lol

@cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc remember this request? well, i rewrote it.

tw: gun usage, knife usage, injuries, fighting, blood, killing (a lot of it, so if you're uncomfortable please don't read)

as you walked in the dark street, the town clock showing midnight, you couldn't help but feel like something was off. maybe you should have been more careful when killing that spy. suddenly you felt someone's presence behind you, and seconds later you heard the sound of a gun being reloaded. this can't be good. you took out your own gun, and risked turning your head ever so slightly to look behind you. that turned out to be a mistake as the person after you now knew you were aware of their presence. you knew this was your only chance, so you turned around and shot your stalker, aiming for the shoulders. however, you missed your shot because they had predicted that you would shoot and dodged it.

"fuck." you cursed under your breath and pulled out a throwing knife, and flung it at the person. finally, you had hit the target, and they backed away, holding their leg and hissing in pain. you saw your opportunity and tried to run, but your way was blocked by two buff guys, and you knew you had no chance now. one of them got a firm grip on your left hand while the other held onto your right. you didn't even try escaping, because now you knew: these were Dream's men, and you knew exactly what they wanted.

they thew you into a black car with tinted windows and shut the doors. with a click, all of them were locked and the vehicle started moving. you tried to keep your eyes open but failed and the last thing you saw before you blacked out was the car finally coming to a stop.

you woke up to the sound of loud footsteps that sounded like their owner was pacing the room. you sat up, rubbing your eyes. the footsteps stopped upon seeing you awake, and you finally got the chance to see who it was.

sapnap. of course it was him. one of the founders of Dream Inc. he kneeled beside you and you tried to kick him in the face but something stopped you. you looked around, confused.

"our new invention, like it?" the boy asked cockily but you didn't reply, and stood up to explore. you tried to see what was holding you back from absolutely destroying sapnap's face. apparently, there was an invisible barrier around you.

"what do you want from me?" you asked, not even bothering to look at sapnap.

"isn't it obvious? we want to know where your secret base is, plus won't techno be worried for you? he'll do anything to have you back." you immediately recognized the new voice as george, and when you looked at him, you also saw dream behind him.

"well i'd rather die than tell where it is!" you spat, crossing your arms. you looked persistent, however, a plan was already forming in your head.

"dream has y/n," techno said to all the boys gathered around him. "and he promised to let them go if i showed up alone, with a million bucks." he completed, waiting for everyone's reaction.

no one spoke for a second, everyone thinking of a way out of the situation.

“please tell me you have a plan.” ranboo said, and technoblade, despite the situation couldn’t help but smile.

“of course i do. tell Phil we'll be back by dinner."

"tommy, hurry the fuck up!" Tubbo whisper-yelled. tommy didn't reply, focusing on the locked door he was trying to open. finally he was successful, and with a small creack the door opened, revealing an empty corridor.

"now, are you sure you don't need our help there?" Tommy asked, but techno shook his head.

"the six of us will be too noticeable. that's why i'm only bringing wilbur with me. you guys will be crucial for the last part of the plan; which is running away with y/n." they all shared encouraging glances, and with that techno and Wilbur started making their way in the maze of underground corridors in the Dream Inc. base.

"so that's how it's going to be?" george spoke, an eyebrow raised. "you're not going to tell us?" his voice dropped dangerously low, signifying how badly he needed the information. you pretended to feel a little scared, but in reality it was all a part of your plan.

"fine," you sighed, looking down. "i'll tell you." devilish smiles spread across the three men's faces.

"good. now tell us, where is your little base?"

Techno and Wilbur finally arrived at the main entrance where four guards were lined up, clearly bored and exhausted. they took advantage of that, Wilbur immediately shooting two of them while techno tackled one of them to the ground, covering their mouth. he took out a knife and threw it towards the fourth guard, silencing them too.

they continued walking. they bumped into a few more guards that were quickly un-alived and they finally reached the room which they knew was y/n's cell. techno looked at wilbur.

"ready?" he questioned, and wilbur nodded. they burst into the room, and sure enough, there was y/n, but they weren't alone.

"dream." techno spoke, anger laced into his voice.

the other boy just chuckled. "well, well, well. who do we have here?" he asked in a mocking tone, george and sapnap sharing looks behind him.

"let them go." Wilbur said, and dream turned to him.

"why would i? it seems like they're enjoying their stay."

"i'm not!" y/n shouted from their place, but was quickly silenced when george pulled out a knife.

"where is our 1 million? you know, it's not nice to break your promises." Dream continued, his smirk slowly fading, his expression becoming more and more serious.

"i think i forgot it at home... what a pity you can't buy more guns now," techno fake pouted at his rival. "but don't worry, I still brought you something." with that, he firmly punched dream in the stomach, making the boy bend over and hold his abdomen in pain. wilbur quickly tackled george to the ground, and pressed his knife against the boy's neck. there was only sapnap left now, who techno shot in the shoulder, just to make him get out of the way. Wilbur got done with george and they both ran towards where y/n was.

"there is an invisible barrier around me! the remote must be around here." they quickly spoke, knowing that the other guards in the building were probably aware of the situation. dream was also recovering, and he slowly stood up.

"you're such a pig, techno." he said as he pulled out a gun, ready to shoot.

"i know." and with that he threw a knife towards him, but missed.

"i might leave your little friend here alive if you tell me where your secret base is," Dream tried to bargain while defending himself. "but you, my friend, i'm afraid you won't be so lucky." he added once he saw that techno wasn't backing down. and he fired a shot towards the boy, and techno fell to the ground, clutching his leg.

"bye bye, big t." Dream said evilly, but fell to the ground seconds later, blood streaming down his face.

"techno! are you alright?" you screamed out, and wilbur finally found the remote, setting you free. you ran to techno, trying to inspect his wound. thankfully, the bullet had missed crucial parts and so it wasn't very bad, but the way techno laid there in pain made your heart ache.

"Wilbur, can we carry him?" the tall boy nodded, concerned for his brother. you carefully picked up techno and started running to the exit, Wilbur guiding you through corridors. Finally you made it out and spotted your other friends in a car.

they quickly got out, trying to help in between questions that you promised to answer later. Wilbur got behind the steering wheel, driving the vehicle away and far from the place you hoped you'd never return to.

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