#father!technoblade x reader

[saccharinesunsetretired]

Yours, Anyway | Revivebur x Reader

Fun little piece I did for this event using one bed, forced proximity and a tiny bit of enemies to lovers as my trope prompts :) I don't know how good this is but I will cut myself some slack

Summary: Wilbur gets lost in a snowstorm after the destruction of the burger van. With frostbite, exhaustion, and desperation setting in, he ends up on your doorstep despite believing that you despise him. After all, what other choice does he have?

Warnings: Brief mentions of vomit, unhealthy eating habits and weight loss (Revivebur is not the healthiest guy)

Word Count: 4.6k

Minors DNI

The last thing Wilbur had wanted was to get caught in a snowstorm. After days of no sleep and hardly eating, it was the last thing he needed. Yet, there he was, knee-deep in the snow as wind whipped his face. His ears were nearly numb, (he cursed himself for not owning a hat) and his fingers were aching, the first sign of potential frostbite. 

The plan had been to make it to Phil’s house. After the…incident at the burger van—now a pile of rubble—Wilbur needed a place to stay, to lick his wounds and relax while attempting to assuage his guilt. The weather had other plans.

He braced himself against the wind, pulling his coat tighter around his shoulders. He would have buttoned it, except all the buttons were slightly loose and would probably have popped off had he tried. Considering this was his only coat, he couldn't afford to ruin it. With the combination of the wind blowing his hair into his eyes and the snow hitting the side of his face, he could hardly see ten feet in front of him.

However, he could see a light in the snowstorm, the warm glow of a fireplace through a cabin window. “Finally,” he murmured under his breath, his words immediately carried away by the harsh winds. As he approached, however, he realized this wasn’t Phil’s cabin at all. It was yours.

Wilbur’s relationship with you was…tense, to say the least. You had struck up a friendship with Phil and Technoblade after Wilbur’s death, becoming a member of the Syndicate and training under their guidance. You’d heard about Wilbur, of course, the man who betrayed his friends and reduced his own country to rubble. The man who, in your eyes, repeatedly took advantage of his father’s kindness and resources, only to squander any opportunity at bettering himself. You had become protective of Phil, viewing Wilbur as a threat to his father’s well-being. While he couldn’t always disagree, Wilbur’s bitterness toward you hadn’t faded in the slightest. After all, what did you know about his relationship with his father? Who were you to judge him? 

When he recognized that the cabin was yours, he nearly kept walking. Unfortunately, he couldn’t make heads or tails of where he was. He knew Phil and Techno’s cabin couldn’t be far, but he didn’t know which direction he was looking in. He had no compass and no map, and even if he did, it would be nearly impossible to use them in this weather.

Despite his reservations, he found himself knocking on your door. With any luck, you wouldn’t toss him out the second you saw him.

The door opened. Wilbur could feel the warmth radiating from inside, and it was tempting to shove his way in despite any protest you might have. However, he refrained, meeting your eyes instead.

“What are you doing here?” you asked. Despite the harshness of your tone, Wilbur couldn’t help but be mesmerized. You were far from being friends with him, but despite that, he found himself drawn to you. You were tough, principled, independent. Unlike him, you didn’t need to rely solely on the kindness and leniency of others to keep yourself afloat. He envied you for that. Ever since his revival, it seemed that all he did was survive off other’s pity. 

But you didn’t pity him. You treated him as a person. And even though the two of you didn’t like each other, he was drawn to you. It wasn’t surprising to Wilbur. He’d always been attracted to things that were bad for him.

“Was trying to get to Phil’s,” Wilbur said. “Got lost.”

“I can see that.” Your eyes narrowed at him. “What do you want?”

“Shelter. Obviously.” Wilbur motioned to the flurry of wind and snow behind him. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a storm going on. A pretty significant one. And I don’t exactly have proper winter gear.”

“And whose fault is that?” you asked sarcastically. “Maybe, instead of mooching off your father, you should’ve gotten yourself a place. Somewhere that you won’t get caught in a snowstorm by yourself.” 

“Yeah,” Wilbur replied tersely. “I get it. Look, can I please come inside? Just for a bit, to warm up until the storm is over, or at least has died down.” He shivered, a little more than he actually felt the need to, just to show you how cold he was. Wilbur had become good at evoking pity. 

There was no pity in your expression, however. “Are you armed?” you asked. Wilbur shook his head. “Good.” 

To his relief, you stepped aside, allowing him to enter the cabin. He was hit with a wave of warmth. He closed his eyes, standing just inside your cabin and soaking it in. He heard the soft click of the front door being closed, and he opened his eyes as you walked past him further into the cabin.

Once his eyes were open, he took a moment to absorb his surroundings. The cabin was simple, only two rooms. He could see the fireplace in the center of the room, made of stones cobbled neatly together. A small pile of firewood sat to the left of the fireplace, logs ready to be burned in order to keep the place blissfully warm. There was a window beside the front door, the one he’d seen while stuck out in the snow. You had a bookshelf as well, full of neatly placed books and some random objects that you’d found on your travels. A cushioned loveseat sat in front of the fireplace, and beside that sat a comfortable-looking chair. To his left was a small room—most likely a bathroom—and tucked against the wall was a bed. On the opposite end of the room was a kitchen, stocked with the bare necessities. A table sat in the corner, only big enough for three people, perhaps four if you tried hard enough.

It wasn’t a large, luxurious place, but it was comfortable. It reminded him of his childhood, spent in small homes and cabins similar to this one. “Nice place,” Wilbur said. “I’ve seen it from the outside, but I’ve never gone in.”

“You’re right,” you said. “And there’s a reason for that.” You turned your back to him, walking over to the kitchen. Wilbur watched as you filled a glass of water and handed it to him.

Wilbur took the glass, confused. “Then why let me in? Why help me?”

“As much as I dislike you,” you replied, “I think Phil would be pretty upset with me if I left his son to die in a snowstorm.”

“You dislike me? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Then you’re even dumber than I thought.” You looked Wilbur up and down. “You look like shit.”

It was true. He still had ash clinging to his coat from the burger van incident. The bags under his eyes had become more pronounced, and he hadn’t eaten in ages, which he figured must be evident based on the way you were looking at him. “Thanks,” he replied simply. He took a sip of the water you gave him. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was until he took a sip, and the glass was emptied in less than thirty seconds.

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten?” you asked.

“A while. Why?”

“You’re just going to throw up all that water if you don’t eat,” you said. “Your body won’t absorb it.”

Wilbur didn’t mention that eating often went poorly for him since he came back from the dead. It was as if his body knew he wasn’t supposed to be alive, that his time was supposed to be up. If he ate too much or too quickly, he often felt nauseous. He’d thrown up more than once by not being careful and eating too fast. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. “I don’t exactly carry a meal on me at all times,” he said.

“Sit down,” you said. “I’ll make you something.” He looked at you in disbelief. “Are you going to sit, or you going to stand there and stare at me?”

“I’ll sit.” Wilbur glanced around the room. “Do you want me to take my boots off?”

“Just set them by the door,” you said. Your back was already turned to him again, gathering ingredients to make him something to eat. “You can hang your coat up as well.”

“Thanks.” He did as you said, removing his worn, leather boots as well as his coat. He cringed at the sight of it, the coat that had carried him through Pogtopia, through the afterlife, and all the way to your front door. It had seen better days. 

Actually, he supposed it hadn’t. He’d only started wearing it when he was cast into exile from his own nation. The only version of himself that wore that coat was the version that was broken, fractured into a million pieces. The coat had only ever belonged to a man who felt like the shell of his former self. The man who hurt everyone he loved. 

He shook the thoughts away and hung up the coat next to one of yours before walking into the kitchen area, trying not to let the guilt consume him. He sat at the table, perching himself on one of the wooden chairs. “The chairs look handmade,” Wilbur pointed out. “Reminds me of the ones my dad made for the house I lived in as a kid.”

“He taught me how to build,” you replied. Your eyes were focused on your work. “Helped me assemble the chairs. And the table, for that matter.”

“So you’re my dear old dad’s new kid then, huh?” Wilbur asked. “His new project.”

You rolled your eyes. “Your jealousy is showing, Wilbur. It’s not a good look on you.”

“How would you know? You’re not even looking.”

You turned toward him. His breath caught in his throat. In the dim light of the kerosene lamps that lit your cozy cabin, you looked practically ethereal. At first, he thought you were going to say something, but you faltered and turned back to your work.

Moments passed in silence. Wilbur tapped his fingertips lightly on your kitchen table, a nervous habit. Before long, a bowl was placed in front of him.

It was oatmeal, sprinkled with some brown sugar. There were fresh berries in it as well, berries that he figured you’d likely picked yourself. “Thank you,” he said. He hadn’t had oatmeal since L’Manberg. The thought made his throat feel like it was closing up.

“You’re welcome.” To his surprise, you sat at the table with him. He felt unnerved by your proximity. If he scooted a few more inches to the left, his elbow would brush against yours. 

He feared that one touch from you would be his undoing.

He ate a few bites of oatmeal, resisting the urge to devour it. Instead, he ate slowly and carefully, trying to appease his sensitive, post-revival stomach. He could feel your eyes on him even when he wasn’t looking at you, and he tried to ignore it. You, unfortunately, were very hard for him to ignore.

It didn’t take long for him to finish the oatmeal, despite him trying his best to eat slowly. The second he was finished, the bowl was lifted and carried to the sink by you. His eyes followed your movements, then looked away as you turned back toward him.

“Better?” you asked.

Wilbur nodded. “Much better. Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome again.” To his surprise, you smiled at him. He’d seen you smile, but never due to something he’d said or done. The sight was a pleasant one. “I didn’t know if you were capable of being polite,” you said. Your tone was more teasing than malicious. 

“What can I say? I’m a regular gentleman.” Wilbur returned your smile with one of his own. He felt an unexpected pang of guilt. Multiple times, you had scolded him for taking advantage of Phil’s resources and generosity, and here he was, proving you right by doing the same thing to you. “Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked, attempting to assuage his guilt by asking if he could help you in some way to return the favor.

“Yeah, actually,” you said. “You can go take a shower. You’re stinking up my cabin.” Once again, the words were said in a way that were more indicative of banter rather than malice. Wilbur wasn’t sure what to make of your kindness.

“Can do,” Wilbur said. “A shower sounds…wonderful, actually.” He’d washed himself off recently, of course, but hadn’t had a proper shower. He didn’t have access to one. “Except I don’t have any other clothes with me.”

“Phil lent me some of your old ones once,” you said. “Mine got dirty.”

“How did you manage to get so dirty that Phil needed to lend you my clothes?” Wilbur asked, amused.

“Sparring practice,” you replied. “Technoblade kicked my ass, and I ended up in the mud.”

Wilbur snorted. “Sounds like Technoblade.”

“Don’t worry, I got him back for it later.” You walked over to your dresser and shuffled through the drawers before pulling out some clothes. Wilbur recognized them—an old, gray sweater, a pair of sweatpants. He hadn’t seen those clothes in ages. He wasn’t even aware that Phil had kept any of his old clothes. “Bring these with you into the bathroom,” you said. “There’s a blue towel hung up in there that hasn’t been used. The shower water takes a minute to warm up, and you can’t stay in there too long. Waste of water.”

“Got it.” Wilbur stood up and gently took the clothes from your hands. “Thanks.”

“Enjoy your shower,” you said.

“I will.” The notion of warm water on his skin sounded heavenly to Wilbur. He was still chilled from being outside in the storm. The second the bathroom door was closed behind him, he was stripping himself of his clothing and turning on the water. Just as you’d warned him, it took a moment for the water to warm up, but as soon as it did, he stepped into the shower.

The water felt so good that he could cry. He scrubbed every inch of his body, lathering himself in more soap than was probably necessary just because he could. He washed his hair, working his fingers through all the knots and tangles. By the time he was done, he felt brand-new. Plus, he smelled like you, now, like lavender and honey. 

He got dressed and exited the bathroom. When he stepped out, you were sitting in bed, dressed in your pajamas, flipping through a book. You looked up from your book at Wilbur, still damp from the shower. “You look better when you’re clean,” you said.

“I feel better when I’m clean.” Truthfully, Wilbur dreaded having to leave, having to carry his dirty clothes, to put on his boots that were nearly worn through and his coat with loose seams. He dreaded the walk to Phil’s house, and he dreaded the moment he would have to tell Phil that he’d ruined everything. Again. 

One day, you would hear about it, and once again, your scorn would be tossed in his direction. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind. Right now, things were peaceful. Surely, he deserved a bit of peace for a while longer. 

“I bet you do.” You watched Wilbur, who looked unsure, not quite knowing where to sit or what to do. To his surprise, you scooted over. “Sit.”

He obeyed, sitting on the bed and crossing his legs. His eyes drifted toward the window. The snow was still coming down hard, flakes of it hitting the window. “Do you think this will let up before morning?” he asked. You were so close to him that the two of you were nearly touching. He could almost feel your warmth, so close and yet so very unattainable. 

“It’s not likely. My guess is you won’t be able to leave until the sun comes up.” You sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “I would suggest that you take the couch, but it’s just a loveseat, and considering how freakishly tall you are I doubt you’d fit on it.”

Wilbur couldn't help but laugh a little. “I could take it anyway. It’s just one night.” At least he’d be warm, he figured. 

“One more problem,” you said. “I don’t have extra blankets.” 

Wilbur blinked a few times. “You live in the arctic. How do you not have extra blankets?”

You shrugged. “Never needed them. It’s not every day some guy shows up asking for a place to sleep.”

Wilbur, despite trying to shove his pride away, couldn’t help but say something. “‘Some guy’, huh?” Despite intending to joke, his tone came out sounding needlessly defensive. He cringed at his own words. 

“Ah, right,” you replied. “You’re the infamous ex-president of L’Manberg turned burger van owner. That’s quite the name you’ve built for yourself.” Your tone wasn’t teasing anymore. It was back to reprimands. 

“If you dislike me so much, why are you letting me stay here? I feel like one second, you don’t hate me, and the next, you want me gone again. Why?” Wilbur watched you intently, trying to read every shift in your expression. 

“Because one second,” you retorted, “you’re pleasant to be around, and the next, I remember what a self-important dick you are.” 

“I’m self-important?” Wilbur laughed bitterly, running a hand through his hair. He watched as you got off the bed, clearly not wanting to sit next to him any more. Even as he spoke, he could tell that he was about to take it too far. As usual, though, he just couldn’t stop himself. “Have you seen yourself? You show up out of nowhere, make friends with Technoblade and my father, and now you think you’re so special because they let you join their book club. It’s pathetic.”

“Oh, look who’s talking,” you snap. “Poor, poor Wilbur Soot, showing up on people’s doorsteps in the snow reeking of ash and body odor, relying on other people’s generosity. Do you not realize how pathetic you look to everyone else? Everyone is either scared because you’re a ticking time bomb or sad because you’re so pitiful.” You crossed your arms. “Like I said, I helped you because I can’t in good conscience turn you away after Phil has been so kind to me. That’s it. It’s not because I like you. It’s not because I care. It’s because of who you’re related to. So maybe, just maybe, you should grow the fuck up and realize that you only get so many second chances.”

Wilbur stared at you for a moment, your words slowly sinking in. He’d had the same revelation himself the moment the adrenaline from the burger van incident wore off. All he had done since he was revived was fuel a petty rivalry and get people hurt. And for what? For a desperate power grab that was doomed to fail. For a sense of control that he’d lost long before his death, a sense of control he may never have possessed in the first place.

“You’re right,” he said slowly. His eyes met yours. “You’re right, and I’m sorry.” He should have known that he wouldn’t be able to outrun the guilt forever. It always came back, like a dog on a lead that he wished he could just let go of. And there I am being selfish again he thought to himself. Wishing I didn’t feel guilty for the things I deserve to feel guilty for.

You shook your head. “It’s not me you need to apologize to. I’m not one of the people you’ve hurt.” 

Wilbur nodded and looked away. He felt the bed shift as you sat back down, arms still folded, eyes fixed on him. “Yeah, I know.” He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. “I know that I’ve been selfish. Selfish and prideful and careless. And I know that…that you have good reason to not like me. I’ve hurt and taken advantage of people that you care about. I doubt I would like me much either if I were you.”

A moment of silence passed, and Wilbur’s eyes reopened to look at you and gauge your reaction. “How do I know you’re not saying this because you know it’s what I want to hear?” you asked. 

Wilbur shook his head. “You don’t. I guess you have to trust me. And I know how stupid that sounds, but it’s the truth.” 

“…So what are you going to do?” You asked.

“I’m going to apologize,” Wilbur replied. “I’m going to try and make things right, to make amends as best I can.” He hesitated before speaking again, unsure how much he should say to you. “I apologized to a few people when I first got revived, but it wasn’t…earnest. I wanted to be forgiven. I wanted people to forgive and forget and move on.”

“And what do you want now?” Your tone became softer, quieter. You looked at him with a look of curiosity, sympathy, even. 

“Closure,” Wilbur replied. “For the people I hurt. And maybe, one day, for me.” He gazed at you, you, who was so much stronger than he had ever been or ever would be. “Are my answers to your satisfaction?” 

“Are they to yours?” Your shoulder brushed against his, and Wilbur hadn’t realized how much he craved someone’s touch—anyone’s touch—until this very moment. 

“I think so.” Wilbur went quiet, deep in thought. “For what it’s worth, I admire you. You came here, joined the Syndicate, made a name for yourself. I’ve seen you spar with Technoblade, and it’s impressive. And Phil speaks highly of you.” He paused. “You're doing well for yourself."

The silence that filled the room was long. Just as Wilbur was about to speak again, you spoke for him. “The storm stopped.” You tilted your head toward the window, motioning for Wilbur to look. Sure enough, the storm was over. Snow was no longer falling, and the world outside the cabin looked still and calm. 

“Looks like it.” Wilbur made no move to get up, not wanting to move from his spot on your warm bed. He knew he had to at some point, that you were bound to kick him out, so he soaked up every second he could get. 

“For what it’s worth,” you said suddenly, “I don’t think you’re a bad person.” He turned around to look at you. “And…and I don’t think Phil is blameless in all of this. You may have asked him to kill you, but he shouldn't have done it.” 

“I deserved it,” Wilbur said. He tried to focus on the crackle of the logs in the fireplace rather than the soft sounds of your breathing beside him. “You may not have been there, but you know all about it. You know what I did. And now Ranboo got hurt because of me, and I…” He realized that his fists were clenched, and before he could un-clench them, he felt the soft weight of a hand over his own. He looked at you in surprise.

“What happened to Ranboo?” you asked softly, your hand gently holding his.

Wilbur swallowed. It was hard enough to talk about this, but confessing this to you while you were being gentle with him felt impossible. He never wanted that touch to go away. “He, uh, lost a life,” Wilbur says quietly. “We set up this—this stupid trap for Quackity, and everything went wrong, and Tubbo was going to get hurt, so Ranboo sacrificed himself.” Wilbur squeezed his eyes closed, waiting for the reprimand. 

You sighed. “Wilbur, I don’t even know what to say to that.” 

“It’s a lot. I know.” To his surprise, your hand was still there, resting atop his. 

“Whatever else happens, you need to apologize to him for dragging him into your shit,” you said. “And you should definitely apologize to Tommy. From what I’ve heard, the kid has gone through hell for you.”

Wilbur felt his heart squeeze in his chest, felt the guilt weighing him down. “I know.” He laughed, but the sound was empty and self-pitying. “Still think I’m a good person?”

“I never said you were a good person. I just said you’re not a bad one. And I stand by that.” 

“You also said that I only get so many second chances.”

“I did.” You squeezed his hand gently, and he un-clenched it, properly taking your hand in his. He reopened his eyes, finally having the courage to look at you. “I don’t think you’re out of second chances yet. I think you have time.”

Wilbur faltered. “What if I don’t deserve that?”

You shrugged. “Whether you deserve it or not, you have it anyway.” 

Wilbur felt his throat close up, tears threatening to build up in his eyes. He was so tired, so tired and so ashamed that it felt like it could kill him. And there you were, someone who didn’t even like him, showing him kindness anyway. He wanted to say thank you, but he feared that he’d sob the minute he opened his mouth.

“Stay,” you said softly. “You’re not dressed to go back outside in this. I’ll take you to Phil’s tomorrow.”

Wilbur didn’t have it in him to fight you, nor did he want to. He managed a nod and watched as you let go of his hand and slid under the covers. The second your hand left his, he felt the absence of it. “Not tired yet?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Very tired,” he replied. 

“Under the covers, then.” Wilbur complied despite his nerves. The nerves disappeared, however, as soon as he was warm under the blankets. He sighed with relief, happy to be in a proper bed instead of a ratty mattress in the corner of the now-destroyed burger van.

Once he was comfortable, he became hyper aware of each of your movements, every small shift and breath. “You didn’t do all of this just because I’m Phil’s son, did you?” he asked quietly. 

“Unfortunately for me, I have a bit of a soft spot for you,” you confessed. “Despite you being a careless idiot.” 

“Thanks…I guess.” He stared at the ceiling for a few moments before turning on his side. You were on your side as well, facing away from him. “I’ll try to be less of a careless idiot in the future.”

“And I will believe it when I see it.” He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at your words.

“Fair enough.” Wilbur relaxed even more, unable to stop looking at you, even if all he could see was the back of your head. “Thank you, by the way. Genuinely. For everything.”

“You’re welcome.” Slowly, you reached a hand back, tugging gently at the front of his shirt.

Wilbur laid there, confused. “Wait, do you want me to-“

“Yeah. Get over here.” Wilbur hesitantly scooted closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. “See? Cozy.”

“Yeah.” Wilbur was grateful you couldn’t see his face. He was willing to bet that he looked just as flustered as he felt. He wanted to question you, ask why you wanted him like this, but he felt he already knew the answer.

He wasn’t sure that he deserved your affection, but he had it anyway. And that was enough.

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (19)

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

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

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Bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-0-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-0-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Schlatt whispers to you: can we talk?’

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

‘Schlatt whispers to you: please babe, come on

‘Schlatt whispers to you: i miss you

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

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The Beach

Technoblade x NB! child reader

Hello guys, I'm back. I was going to do this one as a bonding with Techno but then I imagined Wilbur being the cool uncle and that led us here, enjoy!

Not proof read/edited

The young (Y/N) had quickly gotten over the cold and returned to their usual routine of wreaking havoc on the family. Tommy couldn’t even keep up with the toddler and he was the youngest besides Techno’s child.

“(Y/N), Uncle is tired. Can we stop playing chase and sit down instead?” Tommy had his hands on his knees, panting heavily. The toddler ran at him and wrapped their arms around his neck, leaning against him giggling.

"Okay Uncle. We can rest for a bit." (Y/N) smiled at Tommy letting him go so he could sit on his knees. The blonde's arms wrapped around the child as he pulled them close for a hug. He gently swung (Y/N) back and forth telling the kid how much he loves them. He tickled them and they squirmed and laughed until the door swung open revealing Techno, Wilbur, and Philza. They all had shopping bags in their arms since they had just gotten back from the town market.

"DADA!" (Y/N) yelled in a high pitch, they escaped from Tommy's arms and ran at their Father. Techno put the bags down and caught the wild toddler picking them up and giving them a kiss on the forehead, smiling widely. Nobody would ever get to see this side of him except his family and that's what made the moment so special.

"How has my little orphan been?" He asked while the child snuggled closer to him, laying their head on the white fluff of his cape.

"They've been good overall. Attempted to get into cookie dough in the fridge, tried to run outside a gazillion times, and wouldn't take their nap, other than all that though (Y/N) was an angel." Tommy replied standing up, his knees popping leaving him a satisfying tingle afterwards. Wilbur and Philza put down their bags near the couch and took off their shoes. (Y/N) wiggled a bit in Techno's arms trying to peek in the bags that they had. The child patted their father on the back and he set them down onto the floor. (Y/N) crawled quietly towards the bags and peered inside. There were colourful towels, plastic sea shaped things, bottles of sunscreen, and all kinds of other beach themed objects. Wilbur watched the child dig through the bags while the other three boys talked. Everyone was in the living room minus them two. Everything was good.

Wilbur and (Y/N) tested out a few of the beach toys seeing they didn't work as well without sand, so the man decided to leave for the beach early with (Y/N) without telling anyone. He helped the toddler into their newly bought bathing suit that had little tnt designs and changed into his brown shorts shortly after that the two made their escape out the back door. Wilbur and the child hand in hand walked to the beach.

(Y/N) looked everywhere, enjoying everything around them. It was a nice day too, not too hot or too cold. The sun was shining on everyone, and their skin glistened like diamonds in the sunlight. Wilbur stopped for a second to admire the view in a new pair of sunglasses and (Y/N) tugged at his hand.

"Uncle can you let me have a turn?" They questioned innocently. Wilbur chuckled and nodded allowing the child to put on the shades to look into the sky, advising that they don't look directly at the Sun. They stood on the edge watching as other children played with each other. (Y/N)'s voice snapped Wilbur out of his trance.

"Are we gonna have to play with those people, Wilby? (Y/N) asked, sounding hesitant, almost as if he were going to be mad at them for asking something like that. Wilbur shook his and began walking in the opposite direction of the people.

"Jelly, we don't have to associate with anybody because let's face it, not liking to socialize runs in the family, I'm not sure how it skipped both Grandad Phil and Uncle Tommy." (Y/N) nodded and smiled, grabbing Wilbur's left hand and pulling at it, running towards the empty plot of sand and ocean.

As soon as the two had reached the beach, (Y/N) ran straight to the water. Wilbur chased them and scooped them up into his arms the both of them spinning in a circle.

"You need sunscreen silly, 'sides you can't go into the water before we put your floaties on you." The brunette booped the young ones nose and began the fight of plastering the kid with sunscreen and inflatable arm floaties. (Y/N) sat by an abandoned sandcastle and watched Wilbur put his own sunscreen on his body.

"Ready to get in the water?" The lanky man excitedly exclaimed sitting beside them on the sand.

"Mhmm." (Y/N) nodded climbing off of the sandcastle with Wilbur supporting them.

After some time playing in the shallow end, other beach visitors came over to their area. (Y/N) was being dragged around by the other kids splashing them in the water. After an hour of forced socializing the child managed to escape. They really did take after their father.

"Can you teach me how to swim Wilby?" (Y/N) asked out of the blue, bouncing up and down in excitement.

"Of course! Come here kiddo." He picked up the toddler and walked towards the water where a group of adult fish surrounded them. (Y/N) grabbed hold of Wilbur's pinky with their chubby fingers as he went to stand by them, the three year old still held in his arms.

"Hello fishy, this is uncle Wilby and I'm (Y/N)." The fish stayed nearby swimming in circles and Wilbur bowed to the fish.

"Let's make you the most famous mermaid ever!" He held the child above the water to where their belly would touch first. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in shock but they didn't struggle out of his grasp. Wilbur started singing making up different songs for the fish.

"You'll be the most beautiful mermaid ever. Mermaids sing the best song there is." He continued singing and when the song ended, (Y/N) clapped happily. Before no time the man had taught the child to swim, and all his instructions were done in song. When Wilbur lifted (Y/N) higher away from the fish, the fish swam closer, bumping their heads into the little one's chin, causing them to giggle uncontrollably. One particular fish bumped into Wilbur's stomach, causing him to stumble backward, falling on his butt. Wilbur got back up looking at (Y/N) in surprise then at the child who wasn't laughing anymore. Before he knew it, (Y/N) was gone, and he began to panic. Wilbur screamed the child's name over and over, diving into the water and looking for the kid. He felt a grab at his ankle and freaked. When it finally came up, the thing that touched him, it was his littlest child (Y/N), who wanted to play a prank on him. He scolded them for that trick but took it easy on them after tears began to form in their (Y/E/C) eyes.

The sun was setting and the two headed off towards home.

They were quiet for most of the trip, but when they got home, (Y/N) was still sad because they had left their favourite spot. They followed Wilbur up to his room, which had lots of toys in it, along with his bed. Tommy and Philza were out dealing with sonething and Techno working in his office. The three of them did get angry with Wilbur for disappearing out of nowhere with the child but got over it soon.

"Come on little duckie. Let's play a bit more." He picked up the child again and they ran into Wilbur's bedroom, jumping up on his big bed.

"Now, lets see where we can play." The brunette said putting the little one on his lap. He sat with his legs crossed and leaned on the arm of the chair so he could watch (Y/N) as they threw blocks at eachother. They were silent the entire time minus the occasional chorus of laughter. (Y/N) was concentrating on throwing the blocks and hitting the target with great force. The last block they hit landed in between the wall and the bed and bounced off landing right under the wardrobe.

"(Y/N), we're going to have to change the wallpaper for that." He spoke as the little one climbed off of him and opened the wardrobe, they took a deep breath and opened it slowly. They froze seeing the many stuffed animals that were hanging from the hangers. (Y/N) was about to start crying again.

"Don't cry sweetheart." Wilbur cooed placing his finger on (Y/N)." Tommy had to do something like that in Wilbur's room, it was some sort of prank war going on. It was nearing 23:00 hours when Techno opened the door to Wilbur's room to fetch his child but he seen the two passed out wearing tiaras and smeared makeup on their faces he decided to let them be for the night.

"Goodnight my Orphan. Goodnight Wilbur." He whispered and then shut the door.

[sardonic-the-writer]

—the forge

SUMMARY | (Y/n) just came to give Phil his diamond armor. They didn't plan on meeting Father Fragrance today

PAIRING | c!schlatt x reader

WORD COUNT | 2k+

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WARNINGS | n/a

AUTHORS NOTES | We collectively need more osmp content in the world

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Somewhere, in a place that no one has ever heard of, there lies a small town in the heart of a fair, open country. It lays along the glittering sealine where people of all shapes and sizes eventually end up.

Phil had picked a nice place to meet.

It was a small ledge that seemed to invite you to sit on it. A stretch of grass acting as a pillow that overlooked the entire valley, so high up it felt as if your head could graze the clouds if you jumped.

Gusts of wind would tickle your face and rustle the grass. It reminded (Y/n) a lot of their forge a few miles back. Quiet. A place to go and be yourself without fear of any unwanted neighbors or prying eyes. Baren, but filled with so much nature at the same time.

The diamond armor that had bounced against (Y/n)'s hip through their entire walk out there now lay spread out next to them as they sat on the ground in a criss cross position. They were careful not to get any mud or dirt on it, too self concious of exactly how long it had taken to make the set.

Phil had flown out to commission the protective layer not long ago—being one of the only people who knew where they resided. Minus Tommy. (Y/n) still had no idea how he had found them, but were fine with it as long as he didn't go around shouting their adress. Which he hadn't yet; as far as they knew.

The request from Phil had been an interesting one to work on. Diamond armor light enough to fly while wearing, but thick enough to stop any sharp objects from imbedding themself in ones gut. Netherite would have been the preferred materal to protect oneself in, but Phil had learned early on that flying with it on was quite literally impossible. The same would have gone for dimond as well, but thankfully he had gone to (Y/n). Widely regarded as the best blacksmith around. Or the only blacksmith really. Not many takers for the job. A shocker concidering the demand for weapons and other items.

Sometimes it seemed like they could spin magic from their very own hands. Some might have chalked it up to (Y/n)'s iron golem genes/hybrid, others speculating they might be part blaze, (which was definitely wrong concidering that if that was true they wouldn't be able to leave the neather) but (Y/n) knew better.

They simply cared for things more. Stuff got broken all the time on the server. Smashed, shattered, snapped, chipped. You name it, they've probably been asked to repair it. But never once had it been an item of their own. To them, every piece of furniture glassware and clothing had a soul. Individual qualities that held them seperate from any other. Ruining someones hand crafted work felt like ruining someone's legacy to (Y/n). Needless to say they were always very careful with the things they owned. And in turn, the things they made.

Footsteps snapped (Y/n) out of their peaceful trance of looking at the crystal blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds. Gathering their things, they stood in preparation to meet with the very man that had organized this entire thing.

"Oh. Hello Techno." (Y/n) was surprised to see not one but two people facing them, the aforementioned bunny hybrid standing aside a slightly shorter man—although everyone seemed shorter in comparison to Technoblade.

He held a basket of carrots in one hand, the other awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he shifted his weight from foot to foot every so often. Anyone else would have misread his body language as that of someone that had been forced to tag along. But (Y/n) knew better to know that if he didn't want to be here, he wouldn't. Simple as that.

A small wave was offered in their direction as his greeting, lightly glaring at Phil next to him when the green cloaked man rolled his eyes with a snicker.

"You could have just sent me with the carrots instead of showing up if you wanted to mate." Phil snickered. Techno deadpanned in his direction, the pink bunny ears on his head twitching.

"Ehhh it's nicer to give em in person. Needed some more gold while I was out anyways." He grumbled lowly, talking as if (Y/n) wasn't right across from him. They didn't mind though.

Phil let out the signature cackle of his, elbowing Techno as he went to shove his hands in the messenger bag hanging around his neck.

"Here. For the armor." Two handfuls of various minerals were presented to (Y/n) ceremoniously. They spotted a few red and green stones somewhere in there, causing them to shake their head at the expense Phil was spending on them.

"I told you when you asked for it—its free. Concider it me paying you back after so many favors." (Y/n) inhaled. They placed a hand on their hip daring Phil to retort. Unfortunately he had never really been one to back down in these situations.

"Favors? What, like me shooing Tommy off your roof that one time?" A laugh. "That doesn't count mate. Just take them. I know you don't like receiving gifts and all, but you're getting some today anyway whether you like it or not." Phil referred back to the wooden basket of carrots hanging around Technos wrist.

"A thank ya for tha' garden set you made me last month. 'Member you eyeing my carrot patch and thought you might like a few." Techno blew a few strands of long pink hair out of his face as he spoke, quickly butting into the conversation as to clarify why he was there. (Y/n) allowed themself a happy smile at his words, resisting the urge to make grabby hands at the food. It was known far and wide Techno's garden yealded only the best, as well as the fact he didn't share it with just anyone. So this was the ultimate prize.

Exchanges of items and food alike were swapped, chatter flowing along with it as the group of three ignored their aching feet to carry a conversation. It might have gone on untill the sun dipped beyond the horizon and his lady the moon rose with all her glory, if not for a pair of rapidly approaching footsteps, bringing along a sense of chaos with it. (Y/n) felt it before they heard it.

"Okay, who the FUCK is trespassing."

Three sets of eyes turned to connect with a disheviled figure.

Ram horns curled from the sides of his face, the beginnings of them covered with unruly brown tresses. They were a deep cream colored and looked sharp to the touch. Sort of like the rest of him. Sharp to the touch, akin the thorns in a prickle bush. Probably annoying as such too concidering his dramatic entrance.

(Y/n) blinked once as they surveyed his outfit (a collection of rich purples robes with a cross on it), trying to decide whether they should be annoyed or confused. They settled on both.

"Oh heyyy Schlatt." Phils wings stretched out when he drew out the y, nearly knocking Techno over with a "bruh".

"Don't you hey Schlatt me bitch!" The newcomer now known as Schlatt fumed. "What the hell are you doing conducting business on my terf!" His hands gestured all over the place, and (Y/n) had to blink once to make sure they weren't seeing things. It had looked for a second like he had eight arms, a set of inky black pincers protruding from his mouth. But they were gone as soon as they came, dispelling (Y/n)'s interest with them.

Phil held his hands up in a sign of peace at the yelling. He attempted to reason with the angry man who was stomping closer, robes ruffling in the wind. Technos arms flexed at the sight of someone so angry approaching the avian, but relaxed when Schlatt stopped a few feet away from his friend.

"Who's this clown." (Y/n) figured it was safe enough to talk to Techno in a wisper now that the other two people were engaged in a conversation. They didn't take their eyes off of Phil and his companion all the while, not managing to catch the upward quirk of Technos lips when they resorted to calling Schlatt a clown.

"Jschlatt, but he keeps tryna get people to call him Father Fragrance." He whispered back to them. (Y/n) looked at him with an expression like they had just smelled something bad, only getting a shrug in return.

"He can make you smell stuff."

"Gee thanks Tech. Would've had a hard time figuring out that one without you."

Techno wheezed a little bit, eyes scruntching up along with (Y/n)'s own smile.

"—and you!"

A finger was now being pointed harshly into (Y/n)'s chest, a piercing gaze accompanying it. And with plenty malic to spare I should add—which ruined the moment they were having with Techno.

"You of all people have the nerve to sell on Father Frangrences land?" Schlatt cackled and threw his head back while (Y/n) got the feeling they missed the better part of this conversation. "I think not!"

(Y/n) stood for a moment before letting a little giggle slip loose. Something that made the man currently towering over them falter.

"Right. Father Fragrance, referring to himself in the third person while wearing wannabe jesus robes and having a name that sounds like a sneeze." They exhaled our of their nose in a laugh. "I'm very scared right now, oh trust me."

"Are they sassing me—are you sassing me!?" He had first looked to Phil for an answer before gathering himself and leaning closer to (Y/n).

"I don't know. Did the seventies just call and ask for their mutton chops back?"

One of his hands came up to touch his facial hair, the skin surrounding it growing red as his jaw clenched with embarrassment and fury. That didn't last long though as the one sided screamed matched was snipped short.

"It was nice seeing you again, Phil. Techno." (Y/n) pushed past the sputtering Schlatt to gather their things, now full-on ignoring him as they got ready to leave. The closest they got to acknowledging him was nearly breaking character when they caught Techno's eye, swallowing down laugher.

"Adios." They saluted the group like an actor taking their final bow before dissapearing into the treeline. It wasn't untill the noise of their travel had completely gone mute did anyone speak.

"Who the actually fuck was that!" Schlatt growled, throwing his hands up as he resisted the urge to spit poison at the nearby trees.

"That my friend—" Phil laughed as he clapped a hand down on the self proclaimed priest shoulder. "—was you finally meeting your match."

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[if-you-feel-lonely]

LONELY'S ADVENT CALENDAR - DAY ONE

Prompt: Family photos

C!SBI x reader (family au!), Tubbo and Ranboo mentioned

TW: Violence (lighthearted sibling violence), swearing, sibling bullying (calling each other adopted and the like)

Event masterlist (discontinued)

Phil loved to take awful pictures of his kids. He'd never hired a photographer and took proper, professional family photos. Why? That's the same question that Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy and Y/n all asked every year. Along the halls of the house was a variety of family photos. In the living room, in a frame on the windowsill, was a picture of the four of them, covered from the knees down in white powder.

"Tommy, you're going to knock the flour if you keep walking up and down like that." Wilbur stated, sighing irritably.

"I would never. Careful is literally my middle name-"

Famous last words. He received a death glare from three flour-coated teens.

"This is why your real parents gave you up!" The neighbours could've heard Y/n shout.

"I'm not fuckin' adopted!"

To Phil, this was prime opportunity. As the older trio directed their fury at the younger blonde, he managed to sneak a picture of their gluten-covered legs. Y/n snapped around at the sound of a camera app. Needless to say, Phil was almost in hysterics.

"Come over and do that again, I dare you."

The next photo was from many years ago. Tommy was no older than eleven, Wilbur was fourteen, Y/n and Technoblade were the eldest children at fifteen. Out of context it looked strange - Techno and Y/n walking ahead of the younger two as Tommy slide tackled Wilbur's shins.

The four of them had been walking back to the house, having been sent home again after the school decided there was too much snow to stay in school. It was in the students' best interest to go home before the snow got too thick.

The older two walked ahead, lost in their own conversation. Tommy, however had other plans.

"You killed my father, prepare to die!" He shouted, before running at Wilbur and slide tackling him, successfully knocking him to the floor.

Techno turned around, followed by Y/n. "I don't claim this." He spoke. Y/n hummed in agreement.

Days like this made Phil grateful for the high-quality doorbell camera.

The living room, the dining room and the halls were all filled with similar photos - it made Phil smile when he walked past, and it made his kids blush with embarrassment at the awful timing of the photos being taken.

His favourite, though?

It sat on his desk in his office next to his computer. Wilbur and Y/n sat on the sofa looking at each other, both with their legs crossed. They were playing slaps, despite Phil telling them not to. On the floor, Techno attempted to teach Tommy how to wrap presents, but to no avail. It's A Wonderful Life played in the background on the TV. Tubbo and Ranboo had spent the day with the family - the two were sat on the other sofa, watching Coraline on a pirated website, on Tubbo's very cracked phone, with the help of the house's patchy Wi-Fi.

It wasn't a very calm evening - Tommy wound up covering himself, Techno and the carpet in tape and wrapping paper, Wilbur and Y/n ended up with very sore hands, and sore wrists where they had missed, and Ranboo and Tubbo had to sleep on the sofas that night, since it was dark, rainy and probably dangerous.

But it was his family, and by that definition, it was perfect.

[sunshine-on-marz]

Formosity

This is a royal AU! It’s Tommy x Reader

“Tech, I’m tried.” You tapped your mentor’s shoulder and he sighed. Looking to you then back to road. “I know y/n, 10 more minutes.” You nodded and trudged along. Not long after you and Techno reached a castle. It looked just like the ones from fairytales. Your eyes lit up. This was nicer than any home you’d ever lived in with Techno, and it far paralleled the cottage you’d lived in just a week before. Technoblade walked to the door and nodded at the guards. They must have known he was coming because they immediately opened the door. Techno took your hand in his and walked into the castle. He walked through the halls as if he knew the corridors by heart. Eventually, you reached the throne room. A man in an emerald crown looked up from his book and seemed so unbelievably shocked by the sight infront of him. The blonde nearly leapt from his seat to hug your mentor. Techno hugged him back which was honestly surprising. You and Nikki (the baker from your small village) where the only people he ever truly hugged back. You stood there until the duo pulled away. The man dressed in green held out his hand for you. “Hello mate, I’m philza, an old friend of Techno’s. What’s your name?” You shook the man’s hand and techno nodded to you as if to say ‘answer him’ you turned back to the unfamiliar face and smiled softly “hi, I’m y/n!” He matched your grin and started again. “Well how may you know Techno?” Your face must have shown your excitement to talk about your mentorship. “I grew up in a village and one day Techno came to find a protégé, and he picked me! I’m training under him! Have been for the past the past twelve years” Phil seemed a bit surprised and turned to Techno. “You raised a child?” The blonde asked and stood star struck as the latter nodded and pulled you into a light side hug. Philza’s shock became a large smile. “Oh I just have to introduce you to my boys! Techno, you’ve met them both and Tom’s about Y/N’s age!” Techno nodded and responded “Y/n’s about a year younger than him. But I’d love to see the princes again” you looked at your mentor and he smiled at you, which calmed your nerves. Philza walked down a separate hall and came back with two boys. One with dark brown hair and the other shorter one with light blonde. The shorter of the two took you by surprise, he was gorgeous, absolutely stunning. You froze and stepped towards techno. You tapped on your mentor and whispered something to him. “He’s pretty” Techno grinned as if he had an idea. The two boys remember your mentor and attack him in a hug. After a few minutes of introduction ,and you letting Techno talk to Tommy on your behalf, Techno asked Wilbur to show him his guitar and he and Philza picked up on techno’s clear efforts to isolate you and Tommy. Once the other three left Tommy held out his hand to you. “I can show you the armor room, it’s pretty cool!” You smiled, albeit nervously, and took the blondes hand. He lead you through the gorgeous halls and showed you the armor room. Then a maid came into the room. “Prince, dinner is ready” Tommy nodded at the kind woman and thanked her. “Y/n, will you accompany me to dinner?” Tommy said, clearly being dramatic and with a huge smile on his face. You laughed and took his outstretched hand. “Oh thank you sir, I’ll godly accept your offer”. What neither of you thought of was walking into a full dining room while holding hands and smiling. The entire table went silent in shock as Tommy pulled out a chair for you and then did a small bow. The both of your giggled and Tommy went to the chair across from you next to his father. You where caught off guard by the woman sitting at the table with you. She smiles kindly. “Hello darling, I’m Kristen, Tommy and Wilbur’s mother” Phil then interjected “and my wife” the kind woman sighs and laughed “and his wife” you smiled and nodded then introduced yourself. Once your small conversation was over you turned to Techno who was smiling ear to ear. “Tech?” Was all you said and he just smiled wider. “Tech? Hello? What’s wrong” (ran out of space part 1/???) link to part 2

[cherry-liss]

Hello I was wondering if you could do this !

Sleepy bois x Little sister headcaons

Sleepy Bois x Little Sister HCs! |

DSMP/ Dream SMP : Ph1LzA,Tommy,Techno,Wilbur x Little Sibling!Reader

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request from anon!! hey hey! focused on school but im back!! thank u anon for this request. i enjoyed doing this one!! hope u have a good day/night~!!! <33

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These boys would probably suck at having a little sister at first, i mean, they're violent that's for sure. but for sure, Phil's a good father figure for you.

Techno, the overprotective one. wilbur the older and probably tries to be mature and role model one. and tommy.... well tom's there.

First off, Tommy will probably try not to swear much but fails, so you'll probably swear too at a young age.

Technoblade will teach you how to fight and hunt for food, but he's a good older brother tbh

Wilbur will try his best to be a good role model but also swears uncontrollably much.

Tommy and Wilbur always pick fights, sometimes you'd hear them scream at each other and say "FUCK YOU" at each other.

But whenever you're hurt or when Dream or some bad guy hurts you, these boys will kill them, for sure.

"Big bro, Dadza's calling you in a mad way!" You say to Tommy or Wilbur, they respond with "Shh... tell them I'm not here!"

You're probably Phil's favourite out of the four of you.

If you're going out, at least on of your bro's has to come with you. You can't do anything about it.

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this ones a little short, sorry!!

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[ayamturd]

kid│technoblade

summary: (requested) an errand run forces techno out of the house; he meets an interesting kid in return

warnings: brief injury description, hinted abandonment, light angst and fluff

pairing: in-game platonic!technoblade

a/n: i took this request and ran so far with it lol. pls enjoy, i loved the reader’s dynamic with techno sm

wc: (4.0k) - m.list

It was hot, the day smothering in the summer heat as the village offered little coverage to the harsh sun. From exploring the lands of the Arctic to walking in the crowded space on the sweltering landscape, Technoblade let out a sigh from how his layered clothing stuck to him; his regal attire was more than slightly uncomfortable and was arguably only for looks then and there. 

Glancing down to the list in his hands once more, he grumbled from the tasks, supplies and ingredients he still needed, openly irritated from being forced on the supply run. Real funny Phil. Hilarious.

He scratched his head, lost to the busy market place as many shoved past him in the busy rush. Technoblade was a warrior, the Blood God, he was someone to be feared and feel threatened by, yet at that very moment he couldn’t be anything less than a lost tourist. 

Technoblade rarely ventured to extremely public places, but he knew he couldn’t return empty handed, the underwhelming mockery he would receive would be just plain annoying. 

With a final sigh of defeat, he decided it best to take each task step by step, that starting with the blacksmith. Now, make no question that Technoblade and Phil weren’t not capable of crafting their own weapon, but at times, the cost of another’s opinion did more help than that of personalized wants. 

It was even hotter once he entered the open store, the burning furnace emitting an almost intolerable intensity that rivaled the burning cold of the Arctic. Rolling his neck, he approached the front desk and unsheathed both Phil’s and his long swords, tossing a small pouch with a chink as payment for restorations and commendations.

Speaking few words in the villager’s tongue, the worker immediately began his assessment when taking the weapons in hand. Techno knew little in the different language, but he understood when the man explained the necessary works and time expectancy. 

He sighed for what felt to be his 15th time that afternoon, but complied when leaning against the counter for the next few minutes; he refused to leave his best weaponry in the hands of a stranger, and would do with the wait until then. 

Picking on the crusted mud that hardened on his fur coat, he jumped when someone slammed into the wood he leaned against, eyes dropping to meet the height of a young adolescent.

Unlike himself, they seemed dressed for the sweltering heat. Their cloak hung loosely from their shoulders, but was bare and thin, either from time or was purposeful from the climate, it was his guess. While they seemed as energetic as someone their age should be, he could tell from experience of the way they stood tall with their chin held high that they were a fighter, someone who seemed cautious of their surroundings by the constant shift in their eyes. 

He also knew they noticed him but was purposefully choosing to ignore him for whatever reason, he couldn’t tell. Coughing, he went back to his useless fiddling. 

They tapped anxiously, their fingers twitching while they looked longingly to the nearest axes, an overwhelming sense of excitement filling the stuffy air. While he tried to ignore them considering how little they could stand still irritated him, he couldn’t deny that they intrigued him. 

“Helloooooooo?” they called out, jumping above the counter and holding themself up with their arms stiff in strength. Techno waited a brief moment while they began yelling louder before rolling his eyes to interrupt them.

“They’re busy right now. Give it a minute, will you?”

His monotoned voice caused them to freeze, and as they slowly turned to meet the sight of him, a huge grin grew on their face. It made his frown grow in return. 

“A minute can be so long in silence, I’m only making it go faster.” Techno scoffed at their words and fully turned his body towards them. His genetics made him tower over them even when slouched, yet while he knew others would cower, the child in front of tilted their head in amusement. 

“By what logic does that make any sense?”

The mischievous teenager followed Technoblade’s posture, mimicking his stance with crossed arms. They jutted their chin out proudly, though it was obvious they were only messing with him further.

“My logic, obviously.”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s yours, doesn’t make it right.”

With an annoying quirk of a smile, the small human smirked with feigned innocent eyes.

“Says who?”

Knowing full well that it would a battle in vain, Techno conceded and faced the front desk again, his arms resting against the table as he hung his head down with a huff of air. 

His considered defeat made the young stranger laugh lightly, and they copied his position, but instead held their head in their palms with a small hum. Staring at him intensely, their head rocked in thought for some time before they spoke up. 

“You look miserable.”

It took Techno a large amount of willpower to prevent himself from glaring in their direction, something the child took as a challenge. They filled the silence when Techno left it unattended, leaning closer to him while still in place. 

“I mean, the outfit is sick, I won’t lie. But you just look awful right now. How many layers do you have on anyway?”

Once more, he had to clench his fist tightly to drown out their bothersome questions. The child, as he now deemed it considering how persistent it could be, noted his subtle tensing and bit their lip to smother another coming giggle. 

“Is your crown real? Are you actually royalty? Am I expected to bow in honor or respect? I’m terrible with conversation-“

“So I’ve noticed.” Techno dryly stated, his hand coming to rub the back of his head, exasperated, with a shake. They completely disregard his side comment like he never spoke. 

“-but I never though I’d live to see the day I interact with royalty.”

“I’m not royal, I’m anythin’ but.” Techno’s voice dropped when considering the matter, his narrowed eyes in concentration against his constant fight for Anarchy and destruction. 

His seriousness created a beat of silence in the shop, though without fail, the teenager overlooked his internal monologue.

“Do you have a long, fancy name with numbers and stuff? Like ‘King George the First' or ‘Their majesty, Alas-’”

“No."

“But what about-”

Techno’s groan cut their next range of questions off, and he pushed himself up to stare them down tiredly. 

“You’re a pretty annoyin’ kid, you know that?”

Sitting up when he did, the teen jumped onto the counter backwards, swinging their legs on the edge while gripping the border tightly. They rested their chin on their shoulder with an eased smile as they now matched his height. 

“So I’ve been told.”

The approaching footsteps from the back entry caused the both of them to turn their heads, the young stranger facing to him while Techno’s gaze still remained. 

“But you can’t deny it, I made time go faster.”

Hopping off before they could be scolded, the blacksmith returned with the weapons’ adjustments and the requested engravings Phil asked for, drawing Techno’s attention away from the young stranger. He opened the cloth the worker brought the swords out in, and lifted his own while gripping the grained handle tightly.

Stepping away from the counter, he swung the blade in front of him, tossing it briefly as to adjust to its weight and consider its balance. The wind it generated in the slices of air brought a dark smile to his face. Satisfied with the result, Techno inspected the finer details up close a final time before sheathing it to his side. 

As he went to grab Phil’s, he caught the teen’s awed gape. He chuckled from their open amazement and moved to walk towards the displayed axes behind them. 

“What’s your name, kid?” With his back to them, he reached his hand outward to the various blade sizes, hovering over the edges with careful pressure. 

His question visibly threw them off, and they stuttered before gathering themself. 

“What’s yours?” they asked, eyebrows raised in defense. Techno felt the corner of his mouth lift from their faltering. 

“Technoblade.” He was patient as they swallowed before responding. 

“Y/n.”

Unclasping a light, yet deadly thin battle-blade axe from the wall, Techno eventually turned around to meet them again.  

“No last name?” 

While they smiled, it didn’t reach their eyes as they glanced away with a careless shrug. No origin or proper upbringing, he assumed.

“Never came up with one. Never needed one.”

“Hmm.”

Lifting the axe in hand, Techno gestured to the empty baldric that wrapped tightly around their chest. By their longing stares and stance as a fighter, it didn’t take much to make the connection that they were someone who fought with an axe. 

“What happened to the last one?”

Surprised by his close observation, they brought their hands to the bare hold as if they were searching for it. Unlike the past few minutes in his company, they suddenly became shy and spoke with a guilty smile. 

“O-oh. I, uh, chipped the blade. Wore it down. It’s been a while since I was able to treat myself, I thought it was finally worth the wait to get a new one.”

Shifting on their feet, they grasped one of their arms awkwardly. Despite their previously loud, outward energy, Techno sighed once he saw them as the kid they were; they were someone alone that was forced to survive in the big world, someone he could relate and understand. 

After a moment passed, Techno faced the worker. They had been watching their interaction the entire time and seemed as uncomfortable as they were bored. Without asking for a price, he wordlessly pulled out a handful of emeralds from his drop leg pouch and slammed them on the table surface. 

The blacksmith made sounds of gurgled delight, gathering the gems into his opens hands with furious nods in thanks. Techno only rolled his eyes and shoved the purchased axe forwards, leaving it open in his outreached hands to the child. 

“Save your money. It’s not worth any price they try to sell.”

Switching their sights from the weapon and Technoblade in disbelief, they breathlessly giggled when carefully lifting it from his hold. 

Twirling it easily before striking near the ground, the pulled the new beauty to their chest gratefully. They were at a loss for words, to say the least, and Techno laughed from their frozen shock.

His laughter died down and he decided to take his leave in quick steps. While the teen tried to shout to him in thanks, they were still dazed and couldn’t form words to yell. 

Techno paused at the entrance and dipped his head back, his hand bordering the door frame. He grinned slightly to the point where his sharper canines were visible, and called out to them in departure.

“See you around, kid.”

Bow raised, arrow drawn, Techno crept low on the forest ground with cautious and calculated steps. 

The overgrown leaves above provided a gentle shading that shielded the majority of the sunlight, only few splotches breaking through. It had been too long since Techno went hunting, the sport lost to him since his recent adventures and scenery in the very south. 

As he had been traveling for days on end to meet with his brothers’ call, he thought to gather food and see through with his lost skill; he had devoted a majority of his time in peaceful solitude to farming and raising cattle, he wasn’t as skillful as he used to be. 

Keeping that in mind, as his eyes narrowed from the close rustling of a bush before him and he approached meaningfully, he failed to noticed the grown roots that broke through the dirt. 

With a small yelp, his foot became stuck and he fell hard onto his face.

A small rabbit hopped out of the shrubbery and stopped briefly near him as if in mockery to his embarrassing failure before bouncing away. 

Technoblade groaned, both from pain and the circumstances, and gave up any hope for moving in shame when the voices began to mock him. 

“Well that wasn’t very royal of you.”

While his memory failed him more often than not, he recognized the voice specifically over the chaos that reigned in his ears. Contemplating the next-least humiliating course of actions, he settled on pretending nothing happened. 

“Like I said the last time,” he sighed while pushing himself up, “I’m not royalty.”

Brushing off the dirt that stained his clothes and skin, Techno turned to the child’s voice and jerked startled when their entertained countenance was closer than what he expected. They were hanging upside down with their legs hooked on a low, but sturdy branch. 

Face smug, they crossed their arms and openly snickered. 

“Agreed, you are far less graceful than what I expect them to be.”

Techno shook his head and searched for his bow, the old relic more traditional and practical in comparison to his crossbow for hunting. He hummed when spotting it and tried to shift the conversation. 

“What are you doin’ out here, kid?”

Pulling themself up in a sitting position, they swung their feet wildly and looked around the woodlands with a shrug. 

“I live here.”

Freezing mid crouch with his bow in hand, Techno’s words were slow following after. 

“Out here?”

“Mhmm.”

There was a pause as Techno looked at them confused. His brows furrowed fro their vague input. 

“In the trees?”

“Sometimes,” they sang. Leaping forward, they landed smoothly onto their feet and raised their eyes to the sky. “It depends on my mood, and whether or not I want to see the stars.”

“Ah.”

With that, Techno turned and started to walk away. His hunting attempt was a mistake that cost him a bullying teenager that apparently lived in the woods and was homeless, the voices adding onto his internal torment; he wanted to leave as fast as he could.

Racing their steps ahead of him, y/n began to walk backwards to address him directly. 

“Why are you here? I assume you don’t live near here since you dress like an old, aristocratic woman with modesty insecurities.”

Techno looked ahead without faltering considering their playful jab, and they tried for an answer again. 

“Plus you haven’t been around for weeks.”

Steps slowing, Techno was genuinely surprised to hear their observation and glanced at them with an inclined head tilt. 

“You looked for me?”

Caught in their own web, y/n timorously avoided his stare. 

“The town’s always busy with newcomers, travelers, royalty,” they emphasized with a pointed look at him, “trust me when I say you stick out like a sore thumb. Your turn.”

Nodding from their reasonable, but untrue explanation, it was Techno’s turn to glance away while formulating a response. 

“I’ve been… uh, explorin’, you could say.”

In a paralleling manner, they copied his previous nod despite their skepticism. 

“I see. And now?”

“Now I’m visitin’ an old friend, old relations.”

“Ahhh. Girlfriend?”

Technoblade stopped walking altogether and incredulity gawked at them. 

“What?”

“Boyfriend?” y/n continued, now turning with their back facing him. Techno rushed to meet there stride and spoke down to them.

“No, stop it.”

Hand to their chin, they pretended to reach another revelation with wide eyes. 

“Ohh I get it now, distant family.”

“You can be quiet now,” Techno grumbled. Smacking his forehead, he rubbed it exasperated while their joy became evident in their cheerful tone.  

“Are they misunderstanding?” the teen asked, their cheeks flushed excitedly from his apparent discomfort. “Is it the person-friend they don’t approve of?”

“I’m leaving now.” Techno hurried his pace as to leave the forest ground.

“They rude? Unbearable? Selfish? Annoying?”

“You know what,” he stated, spinning to them to clarify since they had stopped walking entirely behind him, “yes.”

“Ooo which one?”

“Annoyin’, and you remind me so much of them.”

The trees were now clear as the plains had become more visible during their trek. Strapping the long, recurve barbow over his head and around his chest, Techno thought the exchange done and allowed the sun to bask over him. 

Before he could make his way to his camp, their voice yelled out to him. 

“Aww that’s sweet!”

Perplexed to how anything of what he said could be seen as ‘sweet’, his curiosity got the better of him and he turned again. 

“You consider me like family? I’m touched!”

Eyes narrowed, Techno bowed his head it defeat once again. He could never win with them, could he?

“‘kay, I’m done with this. Goodbye.”

Y/n waved avidly with a wide grin in spite of him not looking. 

“See you around, Sir Blade!”

“You should consider yourself lucky.”

The stillness was deafening. Regardless of the wind that howled outside and forced the shudders to rattle upon constant impact, or the fire the lit the room bright in heat and warm tone color, the quiet was tense when y/n awoke in Techno’s house. 

“I saw the smoke burn miles out. Had the wind changed its course, I would have never noticed.”

As his back was turned to them, Techno pulled the cork from his most recent regeneration brew and poured it briskly into a small mug, its small rippling sound overtaking the room. With a plate of bread he prepared beforehand, he finally addressed them with the sustenance in hand. 

Y/n was completely engulfed in the large bedding they rested in, Techno’s bedding. Their arms were wrapped tightly with gauze that covered their forearms all the way to their chest. Eyes sunken and dark, they squinted heavily from recently awakening with ashen hair that matted to their face. 

“Is everyone alright?” they asked, voice faint yet rough from the intense smoke inhalation and damage they sustained in the event. Coughing from speaking for the first time, Techno was quick to hand them the potion. 

They downed the drink voraciously, and he decided to speak while they ate. 

“Everyone that managed to escape, probably. But those that did fled long before I arrived.”

Glancing at down at them, Techno could only sigh at the sight. They were so small under his gaze, and he shifted his attention to the nearest wall with crossed arms. 

“It’s one thing to help others, it’s another when takin’ on a raid by yourself.”

His pointed comment caused them to snap and try to defend themself, however, they moved to suddenly and winced from the slight movement. Despite his frown, Techno’s hands were raised gently with concerned eyes from their evident pain. 

Breathing in and out harshly, they were still hunched over when they glared up at him in anguish. 

“You didn’t hear them scream, you didn’t hear them yell for mercy. You weren’t there, but I was. I couldn’t stand by and do nothing.” Their voice cracked near the end, and with vast tears that escaped, a broken sob filled the space as they hid their face ashamed. 

Techno was at a loss when comforting others, but he wasn’t a jerk to ignore someone after surviving a tragic incident, one they tried to fight yet lost to. 

Slowly, he moved to sit on the bed side. He clenched his fist shut in hesitance, but steadily, he hovered his hand over them before stroking their back reassuringly. 

“Listen, kid,” pausing, Techno caught himself and cleared his throat, “Y/n, I know you barely know anything about me but trust me. I understand how it feels, how it must’ve felt then to be overwhelmed by sudden cries that surround you to the point that you make rash decisions. Trust me when I say I get it.”

Their cries died down from his words, and he spoke earnestly as they listened more closely in smothered hiccups. 

“I respect what you tried to do in the end, but you have to be self aware that you’re still just a kid.”

His blunt statement made them freeze, and when the fully processed what he said, they dropped their hands to scowl at him incredulously. Their red eyes are hard and made him laugh from his lack of explanation to his true meaning. 

“Hey, I never said it was the age that was at fault.”

Pulling his arms away, he grasped his hands together and rested his elbows to his knees, though his focus was still on them. 

“You’re young, and young means inexperienced. Give yourself some leeway and accept your limits that come with time.”

They looked down from his attentive eyes, but still nodded when understanding his perspective. 

Rubbing the bottom of his chin with the back of his hand, Techno attempted to further the conversation amiably. He was out of his depth socially, but he was trying for their sake. 

“Besides all that, I have to say you can definitely fight.” Their eyes shot up to meet his, the acclaim unexpected. Their face was too emotionally soft for Techno to look at, so he turned away before speaking with a joking smirk. 

“Though I’m not too sure about your close combat.”

Gawking at the audacity, y/n lightly smacked his arm and scoffed. A smile crept on their face as they shook their head from the backhanded compliment. 

“You try training with a tree, they don’t always fight back.”

His snicker grew from their weak justification, and eventually, they joined his laughing fit. Helpless giggles replaced the once solemn air. While it soon died down, the elation of each other’s company still remained. 

Techno rose from the soft mattress and crossed his arms loosely in thought. With a single nod, his monotoned voice encouraged them considerately.

“Get some rest, we can talk later.”

Like his past departures, his steps were fast and large as he moved to exit. His hand pulled the door with him, but a shy call of his name stopped him from closing it fully shut.

“Technoblade.”

His head peaked from behind the wooden door and was met with soft eyes that expressed more gratitude than words could convey. 

“Thank you.”

“No thanks needed, kid.”

Bonus:

Shutting the door gently, Techno walked into the kitchen space with a sigh. He rubbed his eyes from the hours he spent watching them unconscious after tending to them, and heeded the voices’ command for food (real food for once, not blood).

He leisurely approached the pantry, and without turning to address him, spoke lowly.

“Not a single, word.”

Phil lowered the book in his hand and raised a hand defensively with a shrug. He was sat in the living room, obscured in the large armchair from the kitchen; Techno was aware of his presence, however, and knew of his routine.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Phil called out, though Techno was quick to respond. 

“Phil, you are the least stealthy person on this planet.”

“No, no, I’m serious. I have nothing to say.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Techno murmured a sure and moved to the front door, an apple in one hand and bag full of produce tucked in his other arm. He stated that he was going check on the animals and slammed the door close harshly.

Moments passed as Phil sat in silence, save for the crackling fire that roared beside him, before speaking as if he could still hear him. 

“To think, I sent you to the store and you brought back a kid.”

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The Pig Led to Slaughter - Drabble for Griffin's Blog (Part One)

A/N: Hey guys so @griffintail does ask collabs with Lemon Anon on their blog. Their latest story (collab 6) didn't have enough angst so I decided to make some. This is the result. You should check out their collab for context since it is an AU of sorts. Don't want to? Here's the summary: Pirate Captain Dad! Technoblade with SBI+Fundy, Y/N Style. Hold on to your bootstraps, we're just getting started. >:) - Minty

TW: Suspicion, mention of murder, lying, mention of getting arrested, cursing. (Let me know if I need to tag anything else!)

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It was early in the morning, the sun just peeking over the town’s buildings, that a loud knock awoke the blonde light-sleeper. Startled, he’d nearly fallen out of his own bed, muttering a few curses to himself. Untangling himself from the sheets, he stumbled out of his room. Three more knocks sounded from the door. Briefly, he was relieved seeing Y/N curled up in her bed with Tommy, fast asleep. At the very least, they didn’t get woken up.

Another three knocks - what could possibly be so urgent at this hour?

“I’m coming, I’m coming…” He grumbled as he descended the stairs, moving across the house toward the front door. Pulling the robe a bit more over himself, he begrudgingly opened the door. Still gaining his bearings from being abruptly awoken, it took the older man a minute or two for his brain to process the royal blue uniforms.

Navy. Shit.

Well, if he wasn’t awake before, that fact certainly slapped the older man into reality. Two officers, swords at their hips, looked at him sternly, almost as if they were sizing up how much of a threat he was. “Good morning, officers. How may I help you?”

“Sorry to disturb you at this hour, Mr. Craft. There was a recent attack at sea…” The Naval Officer’s gaze slightly peers beside Phil into the house, almost as if looking for something. “Could we ask you a few questions?”

Despite how uncomfortable these two made him feel, Phil knew he couldn’t exactly turn them away. If he did, they’d just come back with more officers and take him to jail. No, he couldn’t risk it - he had Y/N to think about now. Technoblade trusted him with looking out for his daughter. It’s not as if he could simply pick up and move like he used to. Besides, they couldn’t have figured out any incriminating details about him… could they? He willed himself to calm as he opened up the door further. “Of course, come in gentlemen.”

The two soldiers scanned the room, moving through it, looking at every detail. Phil gained a little confidence as he slowly realized something - they don’t even know what they’re looking for. They're being too obvious about it, they wanted him to give them hints, reactions, anything. But sadly for them, he was smarter than that. A small smile appeared on his face as he moved to light a candle.

“I’m sorry for the state of things, I wasn’t exactly expecting company.”

“No worries sir.” An officer dismissed with a small smile as Phil turned around, candle holder in hand. Phil moved over toward the couch, placing the candle holder on the table for a bit of light in the dark room.

“We can talk over here - can I offer either of you anything to drink? Coffee, tea...?”

The other Naval Officer, who was previously looking at the mirror with a vase of flowers in front of it in the doorway, spoke: “We’re fine. It’ll only take a few moments of your time, at most.”

“Of course.” Phil agreed, settling on one end of the couch. “You said there was an attack?”

The more friendly officer agreed. “Yes, a few days ago last I heard. A band of pirates attacked a cargo ship carrying the Kingdom’s trade. The captain hasn’t been much of a threat before, but since it was the property of the crown the King wants him captured. His name was Technoblade, I believe?”

“Technoblade…” Phil murmured to himself, acting confused. “What a strange name indeed.”

“He’s known to frequent this town for supplies, a few sources say you’ve interacted?”

“Well, I’m quite the merchant myself, I’m not entirely surprised - Though I can’t confirm for sure.”

“How so, Mr. Craft?”

Phil nervously laughed. “I’m afraid to tell you, gentlemen, that I seem to have misplaced my logbook. I’m planning on seeing the bookmaker on that in a few day’s time, however. My apologies.”

“No need, perhaps you can recognize him from the picture?” The other piped up, unfolding a piece of parchment to reveal a drawn sketch of his son. It was pretty accurate. Scarily so. It captured the fire-like determination in his son’s eyes that never extinguished. The scars were all in the correct places, even one close to his eye that Phil recalled he fretted over when Techno had arrived home at last, claiming that the blow could’ve blinded him.

Phil tensed slightly, and the more aggressive naval officer’s eyes flicked up to his. They bore into him. “Is there something wrong, Mr. Craft?”

Keep calm. Don’t give anything away. They need you.

Wilbur needs you. Fundy needs you. Tommy needs you. Y/N needs you.

Technoblade needs you.

“Pardon me, officers - just… lifelike, that’s all.” Phil put on his best smile. “Nearly gave me a fright.” He laughed a bit, and the officer holding the poster gave him a warm smile.

“No worries, sir. Just take a good look for a second - do you recognize this man?”

‘WANTED’ was sprawled across the top. ‘Armed and Dangerous’ is written at the bottom. Oh, and there was the reward for catching him. Phil saw so many zeroes he didn’t know whether to be proud or disgusted. After all, Phil couldn’t count the number of times, in the beginning, he’d told Techno how dangerous this business was, the number of pirates who got caught and put in prison or were victims of the gallows. He told him it was risky, he told him he could die.

But, he guessed, Technoblade always lived life to the fullest, a bit more on edge than others ever dreamed they would. It was a part of him Phil could never change. It was a part of him Phil loved. So, even though he wanted him to be safe, who was he to take that adventure-seeking spark in his eyes away? He was happy, after all. But now, reality began to seep in. Reality of Y/N growing up without a father, without her father. Before, Technoblade had nothing to lose.

Now? Now, he had everything to lose.

As the two officers looked to him for an answer, Phil swallowed the knot in his throat. He knew lying to a government official was a traitorous offense. He knew what would happen if they caught wind of the truth. But he and his sons… they were apples from the same tree, he supposed. Risk-takers. Liars.

For Phil… family always came first.

“No… No, I can’t say I’ve seen him.” Phil shook his head slightly. “Though I thank you both for the warning, I’ll definitely be on the lookout for him.”

A yawn sounded from behind him as someone descended the stairs. “Phil…?” Phil’s head snapped over to Tommy, who looked weary at the scene in front of him. The father could feel the officer’s gazes on him from just sitting there. He’d hoped that he could get the officers to leave before Tommy or Y/N woke up. At this point he hoped Tommy could stay as calm as he was, or he could risk undoing all the protection Phil had done to keep them from suspicion. “Phil, what’s…?”

“Oh, Tommy. I didn’t mean to wake you up this early.” Phil stood, noticing Tommy’s stiffened stance at the Navy, moving forward to gently place his hands on his youngest’s shoulders. He turned to the other two with a smile. “My son.” Phil could feel Tommy shaking with anger and fear. He squeezed the teen’s shoulders to help bring him back to reality before he boiled over. “I’m so sorry to put you in such a state when we have guests, I didn’t think it would take this long.” Tommy’s eyes flicked up to his, a silent message. Is this about Techno? Phil gave a slight nod. “Hm, yes I know you must be hungry… go on upstairs and get changed, I’ll try to make you some breakfast in a minute, I promise.”

Tommy’s shoulders relaxed as he awkwardly looked at the officers, standing down. “Uh… right. Right. I’m sorry… I…” He turned without another word, quickly climbing the stairs.

“Your boy okay?” The naval officer asked, eyeing the staircase.

Phil nervously laughed. “You’ll have to excuse him, he gets nervous around strangers.” He explained. “I really should be getting to making breakfast, is there anything else I can help you both with?”

The other piped up, reassuring. “I don’t believe so, Mr. Craft. We’re deeply sorry to have inconvenienced you.”

“No, please…” Phil answered. “This was quite informative.”

“Keep the poster as a reference and notify us if you see him in the area… don’t approach, he’s known to be unstable, sir - talking to himself.”

“I see.” Phil nodded as he led the two to the door. The voices were acting up again… something must’ve happened. “Thank you so much for letting me know.”

They both tipped their hats in respect. “Sir.”

“Sir.” The one behind him repeated. “Have a good day, Mr. Craft. We’ll keep in touch.”

Gods, Phil hoped they wouldn’t.

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TEACHER AUS MAKE MY BRAIN GO BRRRRRR AND THIS HITS THE FUCKING SWEET SPOT!!!!!! AMAZING!!! AMAZING JOB!!!! SO GOOD!!! SO SO SO GOOD!!

trouvaille

teacher! c!technoblade x female! reader

summary; you go to your brother’s conference when your father ‘can’t’. when you meet his teacher, you realize how anxious and awkward he is around you. you find it charming.

content/warnings: mentions of alcohol abuse, teacher! au, schlatt is your father, reader is tubbo’s older sister, reader is also the same age as techno, talk of self-hatred, mentions of arguments, reader has daddy issues, and some swearing. tubbo and tommy are about 7 or 8 in this! badboyhalo and wilbur are here too lol

a/n: if the cc is uncomfortable with me writing and posting this, i will take it down with no question. thank you!

trouvaille; (noun) something lovely discovered by chance.

this wasn’t planned.

you weren’t expecting to go to your little brother’s conference.

your dad was supposed to go, of course, but he reeked of booze and sweat.

it was about 2:00 AM when your dad came home last night (well, morning). he walked into your room, and the smell of hard alcohol woke you. you could tell it was your dad.

you remember a time like this, when tubbo was a baby and you were 13. he’d come home late, as always, after he got drunk at a nearby bar. your uncle, as you and tubbo call him, quackity, watched you both as your father busied himself. quackity would always play games with you, make sure tubbo was fed, and even bought you ice cream after dinner.

your dad sucked at being a dad.

before tubbo came along, you never saw your dad most of the time. he was always there for tubbo. not for you. your aunt, as you like to call her, puffy, took care of you. she didn’t like your father, but she loved you. one night, you were crying in her arms, about your dad. you clung onto her red jacket as you sobbed, saying “dad doesn’t love me! he hates me! he wants me to leave!” puffy held you tightly, shushing you as you wept. you remember what she said to you;

“even though you think your dad hates you, he doesn’t. he adores you. he always talks about you. he always thinks about you. he just,” puffy pauses, thinking about what she wants to say. “he just- doesn’t know how to show his emotions. just remember, y/n, he loves you so so much.” she pokes your nose, making you giggle.

sucks that she doesn’t come around anymore.

you squinted at him, since he left the hallway light on and kept your door wide open. he was sitting at the edge of your bed, wiping his hands on his slacks.

“dad?” you whispered, and in response all you got was a grunt. you sat up, looking at him now fully awake.

he was gross. he looked gross.

you could see sweat stains around his armpits and neck, his hair looked greasy, his tie he wore to work the day before was untied around his neck, and his jacket was gone. also to mention, he was still holding a half empty bottle of beer.

“jesus, dad, go take a shower.” you said dryly, laying back down on your bed and closing your eyes. you heard him laugh. “i will later.” he slurred. “but, y/n,” he started, which caught your attention, since he never used your first name. it was always gross baby nicknames. “can you go to tubbo’s conference tomorrow? tiny favor, for your pops? i have to stay at the office late.” he said, looking at you. you narrowed your eyebrows at him.

“um, i have work tomorrow, too, yknow. so i can’t, make quackity do it or something.” you stated. you thought that was that. you thought that was the conversation.

but, alas, it wasn’t.

your dad’s mood changed quite quickly. to a dorky father, to a mad one. you didn’t really pay attention to the yelling, since you were so used to it. plus, it only happened when he was drunk.

but here you are, holding your little brother’s hand, standing outside his elementary school. tubbo looked quite happy, since his school was his happy place. his oversized sweater you gave him made him have sweater paws, which was super cute. he was wearing short khakis, his legs covered in bruises and hello kitty band-aids.

he picked out the band-aids.

“you ready, tubs?” you asked the kid, who was basically bouncing up and down. “yeah! but can we go to the book fair first? i’m supposed to meet tommy there!” the 3rd grader said. you laughed as you nodded, which caused the boy to run into the school. “tubbo, slow down!”

he didn’t. which caused him to fall down the stairs to the school library, but got right back up again, like nothing happened. you gasped loudly, “tubbo! are you okay?”

no reply.

“oh, tubbo, no running, please! you’ll run into something!” a soft voice said, which calmed your heart a bit. you entered the small library, which was filled with cases and cases of books. there was a little stand to the side, which had bookmarks, pencils, pens, and cute erasers. your eyes were caught onto a cute pink i-phone eraser, which brought you back when you had one.

“hello, miss! are you tubbo’s mother?” the soft voice spoke.

you looked over your shoulder to see a man behind a plastic fold-up table. on top of the table was what seemed to be a make-shift wallet to put money in, and a tiny notebook. you looked up at the soft british voice, and saw a tall man who was wearing a dull yellow sweater, a burgundy beanie, and pretty circle glasses. some of his curly hair was sticking out of the side of his beanie, folding over his forehead and into his brown eyes.

you laughed nervously, “no, i’m, uh, his sister.”

you could hear him gasp, which made you giggle slightly. “i’m so sorry! i just thought- there’s usually a man who brings him to these book fairs, he reeks of alcohol all the time,” he blurts. “is he your dad? the- the alcohol smelling man.”

you noticed how much he used his hands while he talked, which was very intriguing. before you could answer, he yells at someone behind you.

“tommy! if you want to buy something, buy it! i gave you money!” the beanie wearing man sighs, “my brother and your brother are best friends, did you know? he talks about tubbo so much, it’s annoying.” he smiles up at you, “anyways, i’m wilbur. i’m the librarian here!”

you felt like you were being blinded by his smile; he reminded you of a big ball of sunshine. fitting for a librarian, you thought. he also is very distracted by everything, which does not fit a librarian.

“hi, wilbur, i’m y/n. and yes, the alcohol smelling man is my father, sadly.” you chuckle anxiously, looking into wilbur’s shining brown eyes.

“it’s nice to meet you, y/n!” he says, raising one of his hands to wave at you. “oh yeah! is tubbo here for a conference?” he asks, his head tilted slightly.

“yeah, i just don’t know where his teachers classroom is.” you look behind your shoulder, trying to find your brother. after looking across the library a bit, you finally find him. he was sitting at one of the small tables, across from who you assume is tommy. you watch as tubbo laughs, and you hear tommy laugh along with him.

cute.

“um, y/n? when is tubbos conference?” wilbur asked, which made you stop looking at the adorable pair across the library. “um, my dad said around 7:30. i think.” you said, looking at wilbur.

“y/n- it’s- its 7:20.” wilbur laughed nervously.

“oh sh-” you stopped mid sentence as wilbur gave you a look a mother would give to her teenage son, and continued on a family friendly route. “-shooot! tubbo, say goodbye to tommy. we gotta go!” you yelled, which caused wilbur to shush you. “sorry wil, in a hurry here!”

tubbo whined as you gave him a look, and ran right over to you. “sorry, y/n.” he whispered. tubbo looked over at tommy, waving bye, and ran up the stairs.

you ran after him.

“tubbos teachers room is b142! be careful running you two!” he laughs, “well they sure are siblings.”

as you ran in the halls, trying to catch up to your brother, a teacher stopped you and tubbo. tubbo stopped in front of a very tall man, who had a red and black cloak on, and a checkered bandana around his neck. speaking of neck, he looked like a ghost, his skin looked translucent. it wasn’t a white color like traditional ghosts, it was a dark grey, black almost. his eyes were bright white, though, and you could see his sharp teeth through his thin lips. by what you could tell, he didn’t have any hair. 

“hi mr. halo! we’re just trying to go to mr. blade’s room!” he said excitedly.

this mr. halo fella, had a hand on his hip. he looked stern. he also looked like a ghost who was homeless. “tubbo, i told you earlier during school, no running the halls!” halo shook his finger at tubbo, who murmured a ‘sorry mr. halo.’ mr. halo then looked at you, “you should know better, you’re what? 20?” his bored look turned into an amused one, a bright smile sat on his face. 

jesus, is everyone in this school a big ball of sunshine? 

 “i’m just joking!” his hand moved forward, making it seem like he was going for a hand shake. “i’m mr. halo, like tubbo said, but you could call be bad if you want.” he says, his hand still in between the two of you, waiting for you to accept the friendly handshake. which, you did. “i’m y/n, uh, tubbo’s sister.” you shook his hand twice, and pulled away. his eyes widened when you said that, which made you suddenly anxious. 

“i thought you were his mom! jeez, that is so rude of me,” he smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand softly as he chuckled. 

did you really look older than you are?

“anyways, i’m tubbo’s gym teacher.” bad says, ruffling your brother’s hair. “he’s a very good kid, very nice. he’s just so energetic. he tires me out after every class i have with him.” he smiles down at tubbo, looks up at you, then back to tubbo. “you remember where mr. blade’s room is, bud?” bad asks, and tubbo nods in reply. 

“c’mon sis! we might be late!” your brother almost yells. you nod towards him, then look back up to mr. halo. “it was nice meeting you, bad. thank you for teaching him well.” you smile, and he smiles back. “it was nice meeting you too, miss y/n. thank you for being such a good sister.” he chuckles as he waves, then walking down the hall away from you and tubbo. 

“alright, bubs, let’s go to your homeroom.” you walk up to the smaller boy, grasping his hand. you both walk the rest of the way as tubbo points out some of his artwork near his teacher’s room. it was messy, but really cute. you could easily tell it was tubbo’s without looking at the signature in the bottom right corner. 

“well, here it is!” tubbo stands in front of a brown wooden door, which had scratches here and there. the rest of the doors in the building were polished and clean, this one seemed old and cracked. hopefully his teacher wasn’t an old rude man, like your 3rd grade teacher was. you watched as your little brother opened the squeaky sounding door and silently as he could. you held it open for him as he walked in, and then closed it once you got inside. 

right away, you noticed how cold it was. maybe this guy was too warm during the spring, you thought. then, you noticed the décor. it looked like this guy was very interested in inspirational quotes, since they were plastered everywhere around the classroom. big white letters in front of a orange sunset, or a calming waterfall. there was also a poorly drawn family portrait near his desk, which had four people on it. you barely noticed the little note on the bottom, which read; “my family!!!!!!!!” with a big heart next to it. you thought it was very cute, a man having his kid’s or little brother’s drawing near him at all times. 

you saw tubbo sit on one of the chairs in front of his teacher’s desk, bouncing in place. 

his teacher looked up from a paper he was writing on, glancing at the boy.

“oh, hello, tubbo.” 

damn, your brother’s teacher’s voice is nice. he also looked nice. you saw on the top of his hair was a bright pink color, even though the rest of his hair was a dark brown. is his natural hair color pink? 

speaking of hair, it was unbelievably long, even though it was in a bun. his eyes are a nice shade of brown, though they look fake. did this guy just change his appearance just to be a 3rd grade teacher? you had so many questions. there were a set of black rectangle glasses sitting on his nose. you felt like a creep when you looked at his mouth, noticing a set of tusks sitting on his upper lip. he was wearing a nice white button up, under a tan vest. the sleeves of the shirt were pushed up by his elbows, revealing the scars on his forearms. you could see a gold necklace around his neck, traveling under his shirt.

he sure was different. but, hey, he was extremely attractive.

tubbo’s teacher then glanced at you, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“and, uh, hi lady.”

damn, he’s also awkward.

it’s like a women’s presence made him anxious.

which, it did. you were gorgeous. his normal attitude changed to an anxious one. he could hear the voices in his head start up already; feeding him ridiculous names and not so nice words. sure, he’s calm, but he doesn’t feel calm. not at all.

 “hi, i’m y/n, i’m tubbo’s sister.” you announce, sitting down next your brother. his teacher nods at you as a greeting, which you found odd, since he was a teacher after all. you never saw that from a teacher. especially from the other teachers you met earlier. 

“i’m mr. blade, uh, hm,” he starts, “i don’t have much to say about tubbo. he’s a nice kid, just a little crazy at times.” he chuckles. “he does well on tests, does well payin’ attention in class, yknow, just a good kid. a good student.” it was a good thing to mention he wasn’t looking at the two of you, he was just writing down notes. you looked at his hand that was writing, which had gold rings clinging onto his thumb, ring finger and pointer finger. on his other hand, was a single ring placed on his thumb. it had a shining ruby gem on top, gleaming in the light. his nails were painted pink and black, but really messily. nail polish was on the sides of his fingertips, and on the bottom of his cuticle.

you then looked over at your brother, who was just looking around the room, swinging his little legs. tubbo seemed used to this. 

“i- i don’t know how the whole conference thing works, sorry. it’s my first year here.” mr. blade explains. when you looked over at him, he was looking at you. his hands were folded onto the ink filled paper in front of him. you heard the rings clack against each other as he did so. you could see sweat glisten on his forehead, and how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

“oh no, t-that’s okay, it’s just…” you try and look for the word you’re trying to say, “different. i just, have never seen a conference like this.” you smile shyly, fiddling with your fingers. you watch the teacher nod slowly, pushing strands of hair back behind his ear. “that’s understandable. i just don’t have much to say about sir tubbo, he’s just a great boy, to say the least.” when blade said tubbo’s name made the little boy smile brightly, even though he was fiddling with the pockets on his shorts.

he knew how to multi-task.

the way he spoke about your little brother made your heart fill with warmth. you knew he was a good kid, a good student. you were just forced to come here. you were just a replacement for your drunken father who was probably sleeping on his desk right now.

“thank you, mr. blade. for teaching him,” you murmur, but you knew the teacher in front of you could hear you. you looked down at your lap, feeling suddenly embarrassed as you talked. “tubbo talks about his day after school to me, every single day. i feel, i feel so happy that he finally has a happy place.” you look up to see mr. blade looking down at his folded hands. it almost seemed like he was figuring out a way to talk to you, to speak his mind.

“you can call me techno, if you want.” blade whispered.

“i-i’m sorry, could you repeat that?” you ask, feeling rather sorry that you had to make him repeat what he said.

he blinked at his hands. he blinked again. when he finally came to his senses, he shook his head, looking up at your face.

“ah, nothin’, it was nothin’.” he starts to smile, which turns back into a thin line. right now, you were confused. lost.

“um, yeah, okay. anyways, should we leave? is that all you wanted to say?” you ask. blade shook his head as he turned to grab a small stack of papers. he proceeds to turn towards you again; handing you the stack.

as you look down, you see the amount of fabulous work tubbo did during mr. blade’s class. it brought a smile to your face. it even brought a tear to your eye, almost, though.

“here tubs, could you hold these?” you hand over the papers to tubbo, and tubbo happily accepted them. you saw a look in his eyes, then watched him bounce in place. “can i see tommy again? before we leave? please, y/n!” he begs, which you reply by sighing. “go ahead, just meet me in the front of the school in 20 minutes. and only 20 minutes.” you say sternly while you ruffle his hair. he gives you a thumbs up as he runs out of the room.

he dropped his papers on the chair he was sitting on.

“hmm, hey teach, who made this?” you pointed at the drawing you noticed earlier. mr. blade chuckles at the question.

“my little brother, tommy. uh, tubbo’s best friend, he- he made it years ago, but i still love it, y’know? good memories.” he nods slowly, twisting his ruby gem ring.

“it’s cute.” you say quickly. blade nods again.

it’s like your mood completely changed to awkward, to dorkish.

just like your dad.

it was quiet for a moment. mr. blade wipes the sweat off his forehead, then continues onto his notes. a few more seconds went by, the silence being filled up by the sound of a pen writing, then you finally spoke.

“should i leave?” you say, getting up slowly. blade snaps his head up quickly, clearing his throat. “if you want. but before you go, i would like to ask a question.” he says, standing up.

christ, he’s tall.

he wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and walks to your side. you noticed how his shirt & vest was tucked into his jeans, which was held in place by a thick black belt.

“um, okay, go ahead, shoot!” you looked up at him, wearing a curious look on your face.

on the outside, he was calm. on the inside, the voices were going crazy. calling him ‘whipped’ and ‘a simp’. some were even laughing at him.

“i don’t- i don’t,” mr. blade clears his throat. “will you give me- shoot.” he starts over again.

“can- can you give me your number?” he says, his voice monotone as ever. his arms were slightly in the air, shaking. you looked down at them, smiling. you took his large hands into your small ones, making his hands calm down.

your gaze was still on his hands, but you heard him choke on air and profusely cough in another direction that wasn’t towards you. you giggled as you calmly stroked his knuckles, trying to soothe his nervousness.

you looked up into his eyes, “of course.” you smiled softly, which made the teacher in front of you almost crumble in your hands.

you let go of his large hands. “could you give me a paper and pencil, teach?” you joke.

‘cute’

‘smile at her, idiot.’

‘hug her!’

“techno,” he blurts, which you reply by tilting your head. “my name- it’s techno. call me techno.”

a small ‘oh’ came out of your mouth, followed by a small chuckle.

techno nods, grabbing a post-it note and ball point pen off his desk. “um- here.” he says as he hands you the items. you smile at him as a thanks, grabbing the pen and quickly writing down your number.

“hey tech- no..”

blade spins around fast, spotting his twin brother in the doorway. wilbur smirks at him and wiggled his eyebrows, mocking kissy faces at him while pointing at you. techno almost runs over to him, but before he could, he feels a small poke on his arm. you had stuck the post-it on him.

“here you are teach!” you giggle, patting the note. he looks down at you, almost adoringly, smiling at how you giggled at him. techno felt his heart almost burst inside of his chest, seeing the way you smiled up at him. he really hoped you hadn’t seen the way his cheeks flare up in red.

when he looked back to the doorway, wilbur was gone. he could hear himself almost snarl. “nerd…”

“um, so i have to leave sir techno. 20 minutes is up!” you were looking at the clock on your phone, clicking your tongue. techno’s eyes widen; he doesn’t want you to leave. not yet.

so, he did what he thought was best.

to walk you to your car, with your brother there. you weren’t opposed to it, so you accepted his offer. he explained to you that your guys’ meeting was his last of the night, so he might as well. you thought tubbo’s home room teacher was nice; very awkward and sweaty looking, but nice.

on your left was tubbo, holding your hand. on the other was his teacher, silently looking around at the school ground’s scenery. there were nice tulips and other flowers scattered near the entrance, which gave a kind welcoming to someone who was new. tubbo was also currently chatting up a storm, asking different and might you say, personal questions.

“hey, mr. blade?” tubbo says out of the blue, his gaze on the ground below him.

“uh- yeah? what do you need, tubbo?” techno says, his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. he felt and looked cold; the tip of his nose red, you heard him sniffle every few minutes, and his body scrunched over.

you wanted to hold his hand, but you felt too shy about it. you didn’t want to make techno feel uncomfortable, you didn’t want to over step his personal boundaries. so when you felt the urge, you squeezed tubbo’s tiny hand.

you three reached your destination. but, tubbo wasn’t ready to leave yet. he looked up at his teacher, smiling.

“do you have a girlfriend? or a wife?” tubbo asked.

you heard the man to your right choke on his spit, coughing uncontrollably. you snickered at this, seeing a fully grown man flabbergasted at a 8-year-old’s innocent question. it also made you nervous. butterflies filled your stomach, as well as a odd warmth flooding throughout your body. it made you warm, even though it was 20 degrees outside.

as techno was coughing up a lung, tubbo continued. he was confused at his reaction of the question. “i was just thinking about how many rings you have, you married a lot of girls!” he exclaimed excitedly.

you laughed loudly, letting go of your brother’s hand and crouching down to his height.

“tubs, he doesn’t wear rings because he’s married. he wears them because he likes the way they look on him, and i agree. they’re very pretty rings.” you say, looking into the boy’s eyes, then look up to the man behind you, who stopped his coughing session.

the look on him was hilarious; his eyes were wide, showing his brown eyes.

“right, mr. blade? they’re pretty?” you asked, smiling. he clears his throat as he nods quickly, “yeah, uh, ver- very pretty.”

he wasn’t talking about the rings, though.

“and to answer your question, tubbo, i don’t have a-a, girlfriend, or a wife,” techno says as he scratches the back of his neck. you look back to tubbo, who had a mischievous glint in his eyes.

oh, so he planned this, you thought.

“oh! well y/n doesn’t have a boyfriend!”

there it is.

you flicked tubbo’s forehead softly, then whisper, “shush it, schemer.” you stood up from crouching, leaning back to crack your back. “anyways, it was nice meeting you, techno!” you say quickly, trying to get out of the situation as fast as you could.

“yeah, it was nice meeting you too, miss y/n.” techno says, nodding at you.

tubbo frowns at the encounter, opening one of the back car doors and climbing in. a loud slam was heard, which made you jump.

an eery silence came between the two of you again.

techno felt himself gain some confidence by the voices telling him silly things he’d rather not like to repeat outloud. it did help him, though. that’s for sure.

“you don’t have a boyfriend?”

you chuckled nervously, shaking your head. “don’t listen to tubbo, he’s just being a silly kid.” you shake your hand at the man in front of you.

“oh, so you do have a boyfriend?” his lips stuttered upwards into a smirk.

his whole demeanor changed in a snap, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter around. “shucks, i wanted to maybe, just maybe ask you out.” techno says, placing a hand on his hip.

you felt yourself sweat. you felt flustered. his new attitude intimidated you furiously.

tubbo, what did you do?

“um, jeez, what if i maybe said-said yeah? to-to that offer. that you just said.” you squeak out.

you watch technos head nod up and down. “i’ll text you, then?”

you felt your lips turn up into a smile, “y-yeah! uh, it was nice meeting you, really.” you say, walking up to the driver’s side of the car, opening the door.

you hear techno hum, “thank you for coming, y/n.” you nod, but don’t face him. his gaze was so flustering, he’s just too pretty. you climb into your car, and then close the door.

techno watches as you two leave, waving at tubbo.

he sighs while smiling.

while in the car, tubbo smirks in victory. tommy’s plan worked.

[fandomlit]

flirting 101 (sbi x reader)

requested by anon “Can you do a Modern!SBI x Girl Reader where Technoblade and Wilbur are showing Tommy how to flirt and they somehow rope the Reader in?”

summary (she/her) when tommy reveals to his brothers that he likes a girl in one of his classes, they call you over to help teach him how to flirt. but you didn’t expect that you would be the one they would flirt with..

warning swearing, maybe some suggestive content?, terrible flirting, sibling banter

gif cred belongs to @tynntynn

“this is the worst thing you guys have ever called me over for,” you spoke blandly, arms crossed tiredly over your chest as you stood in the sbi kitchen. but the three boys were serious in their intentions.

phil was out of town for business, and it showed in his sons. wilbur and tommy were obviously running on very little sleep, the kitchen faintly smelled of an attempt at cooking gone wrong, and the empty cans of energy drinks and soda spilling over the recycling bin were definitely not something their father would normally allow. and now they had called you until you awoke from your sleep, insisting they needed you for an urgent “lesson”.

the two older sbi brothers were trying to teach tommy how to flirt.

“we’ve done worse,” wilbur only offered to your unamused words.

you gave him a look before turning to the blonde, who sat with a stubborn blush on his face at the kitchen table. “who’s the girl, tommy?”

“she’s in my chemistry class,” he grumbled. “but i don’t need help flirting! im doing just fine on my own!”

“if you were doing that well, you’d have a date,” wilbur retorted with a teasing smirk. “so sit back and watch how it’s done.” he turned to you and your eyes widened.

“im the test subject?” you scoffed, though you couldn’t deny the blush that creeped up your neck at the thoughts swirling through your mind. “that’s bullshit!”

“you’re a female,” wilbur shrugged.

“techno has long hair, just use him!” you retorted, waving to the quiet brother standing off to the side.

“please don’t,” the pink-haired man offered. you frowned.

“please,” wilbur begged, ducking his head to look at you with pouting eyes. “we’ll buy you breakfast.”

you sighed, now aware of the grumbling stomach you had ignored since you answered their call that morning. you turned away from his expectant gaze. “fine.”

he silently cheered before composing himself. “okay, pretend you’re doing chemistry things.” you rolled your eyes before turning, faking like you were moving things around with your hands. wilbur strutted up to you, catching your attention by speaking, “hey, morning.”

you gave him an exaggerated smile that made techno snort. “morning.”

“you’ve got something..” you gave wilbur a skeptical look as he dipped closer to you, enough so that you could nearly feel the breath emitting from his parted lips as his thumb drew up to swipe at the corner of your lips. your heart hammered in your chest, your dramatic smile falling as you gazed into his brown eyes that focused intently on your soft skin. then he moved away from you, leaving you slightly colder than before and definitely surprised. “got it.”

you blinked in surprise and wilbur looked over at tommy with a confident smirk.

“okay, minor problem with your touching method,” tommy spoke. “i haven’t talked to her.”

“like, at all?” techno questioned, straightening from his leaning position on the wall. you all looked to the blonde curiously as his pale skin flushed again.

“she asked me for a pencil the other day..,” tommy started. “and i said thank you..” you began to laugh, but quickly morphed it into an unconvincing cough when tommy glared at you.

“right, not funny.”

“well, that doesn’t mean there aren’t other physical means of flirting you can’t try,” wilbur offered his blushing brother. 

“yeah, a little goes a long way,” you tagged on, nodding. wilbur smiled appreciatively at you. “the next time she asks for a pencil, instead of saying something stupid, just shut your mouth and try to maybe brush your hand with hers.” tommy cringed. “yeah, it’s a cliché, but it gets you thinking sometimes.”

tommy sighed, “alright. i just got to remember to keep my mouth shut, then.”

“yeah.”

tommy nodded to himself before turning to the silent brother in the corner. “what about you, technoblade? any physical flirting advice?”

the older man shrugged. “i usually only go for bolder moves.”

“oh, i wanna see this,” wilbur grinned. he nudged you forward and you were immediately filled with confusion. “technoblade, she’s all yours.”

“what?!” you exclaimed, jaw dropping at his words. “im not an object for your amusement!” wilbur just snickered as he moved next to tommy, though you genuinely did feel embarrassed by his offering you up.

technoblade had stepped in front of you before you knew it. you were about to bite something at him about being just as bad as his twin, when he spoke, “i won’t do anything if you don’t want me to.” you closed your mouth immediately, a little surprised. “consent is just as important as anything else.” his vermillion eyes glanced to his younger brother. “take notes.” then he looked back down to you patiently, and you felt warmth creep to your cheeks. “may i?”

you could practically feel wilbur roll his eyes, but you thought the gesture was more sweet than anything else. definitely more romantic than any flirting in store this morning, at least. “you may.”

“alright,” he hummed, bringing his hands up to present to you. “do this.” he locked his hands together, fingers intertwined. you mimicked his actions, bringing your own hands in front of your chest. “now do this.” he opened one of his hands, fingers now straight again, and you mirrored. then techno disconnected his hands, his larger hand coming to grasp at yours. his fingers fell over your clasped ones and swiftly brought your hands over your head, pressing you to the wall behind you before you could register what was happening.

you swore your heart stopped as your wide eyes met technoblade’s serious, vermillion gaze. you gasped, your breath catching in your lungs as technoblade’s knee came to rest between your legs. and despite his body pinning yours to the kitchen wall, he somehow managed to keep a respectful distance between the two of you. your mind swirled with a thousand thoughts, as tommy laughed hysterically at your dropped jaw and the smug look technoblade turned to offer him.

then technoblade moved away, and your hands fell back to your sides. you didn’t even realize that wilbur’s lips were now drawn into a thin, unamused line. tommy’s laughter began to settle.

“okay..,” you hummed, clearing your throat and placing your cold hands to your heated cheeks. technoblade began to chuckle along with his brother. “.. don’t do that until after you talk to her.” techno let out a louder laugh and you watched with a flustered smile. “have you ever done that to anyone before?”

he shook his head, giving you a charming smirk. “only you.”

“god,” you breathed, fanning yourself in the slightest. “im..” you nearly said lucky. “special.”

“that’s a genius move, techno, but im not ready for it,” tommy spoke, shaking his head.

“yeah, obviously,” technoblade nodded with understanding. his eyes turned to you again. “i just wanted to do that.”

your formerly calming fluster arose again, your heart picking up pace as your eyes widened at him. tommy laughed as wilbur rolled his eyes. “i..” you brought your hands to your cheeks again. “how is a girl supposed to feel?”

before technoblade could teasingly answer your question, wilbur finally cut in, his voice a little louder than before, “so if we don’t want to go by physical means, then we just need good, old fashioned flirting.” tommy nodded. “compliments are a good start.”

“yeah,” you agreed with a sigh, still trying to push down the flush you felt creeping up your neck at just the thought of technoblade’s words and actions. “even if it’s just little things; telling her that her hair looks good, her outfit’s nice, that her eyes are a pretty color..”

“girls like that?” tommy questioned, looking over at you for confirmation.

you nodded. “’course. we all love a good compliment. and girls don’t get them that often, so we remember it when we do.” 

“they don’t get compliments often?” tommy repeated to you, furrowing his brow.

you shook your head. “no, not really. we’ve reverted back to preschool, where complimenting a girl is embarrassing. simp culture.” tommy nodded guiltily. “so don’t be too “embarrassed” to tell a girl she’s pretty. it’s ridiculous.”

tommy nodded again. “see, this is good advice!” he turned to his brothers. “you two just gave me bullshit.”

“we tried,” technoblade shrugged.

“you didn’t do shit!” wilbur accused, making you and tommy laugh as he turned to his brother. “all you did was pin y/n against a wall and stand in the corner.”

the pink haired man just shrugged again. “i regret nothing.” his gaze swept over you for a moment and you could’ve fainted from the sudden burst of heat in your chest.

“can we have breakfast now, please?” tommy grinned.

“please,” you emphasized, eyes wide at the opportunity. “my efforts were great, i let you two harass me, i deserve a meal.” you brought your hands together with dramatically pleading eyes.

wilbur chuckled at you, wrapping a tight arm around your shoulders. you smiled at the warmth he enveloped you with. “yes, we’ll buy you some mcdonald’s.”

“i’ll drive!” tommy exclaimed, hopping up at once to snatch his brother’s keys. “im not bad at it!” his brothers shrugged at him and he cheered, racing out to the car.

you followed the blonde quickly, peeling yourself from wilbur’s warmth reluctantly. “how long have you had your license, tommy..?”

the final two boys in the house immediately turned to each other, glaring unabashedly. the air of competition was still thick in the kitchen, now less hidden with your presence gone.

“dibs on whatever seat is next to y/n,” wilbur spoke with a smirk.

“not if i get there first.”

[celestial-zz]

hiii! i was wondering if i could request a hybridtechno + dreamxd fic w some dacryphilia, size kink and tummy bulge? i adore your writing and hope you’re having a wonderful day/night <3

Godly Urges

Pairing: c!Technoblade x afab!Reader x Dream XD

Warning: nsfw 18+ (Minors dni), stomach bulge, dacryphilia (crying), size kink, overstimulation, double penetration

Summary: Sometimes even Gods have human urges, and you just happen to have crossed a boundary you shouldn't have

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    Centuries had passed since the creation of the universe. In those centuries the gods of the server have watched humanity rise and fall, watched as they tore each other apart in their petty wars and watched as peace settled in the lands. Some gods enjoyed the chaos, like Dream XD.

He thrived off the feeling of rage and bloodlust that erupted within the battlefield, feeding into humanities petty urges to create more chaos. Philza on the other hand detested the way humans ripped each other apart. He'd rather see them grow and flourish than see them kill one another within the battle field.

As I'm sure you can tell, those two didn't get along very well.

But then there's Technoblade, a name feared among men, but not for the same reason as XD's. Technoblade loved the petty wars that humans participated in, he lived for the feeling of blood across the grass. But he also had his favourites. Theseus, Icarus, Atlanta. He found curiosity in the way that these fragile beings would react to certain aspects of life.

And so the three gods coexisted together, messing and fixing humanity everywhere they went. They were once worshiped and feared, but as time elapsed, humanity began to doubt them and ignore their existence. No amount of horrid storms and curses from XD could change this, so ever so slowly the gods were outcaste. Some, like Philza, took to hiding himself within the humans, while others moved to a life of seclusion.

Despite their existence being nothing but a mere myth in the minds of humanity now, you had always been curious about those legends. Your father was a story teller, so from a young age you had been thrusted into this possible world ruled by beings more powerful than yourself. You had researched as much as you could, questioning anyone who would hear you out. Some may call it obsessive, but you called it curiosity.

That's what brought you here, to the forest. It was the oldest forest within the server, trees towering high within the sky, creating a beautiful shady setting. Everyone else avoided it, stating that it always felt too dark and dangerous to enter, but here you were.

Glancing around the clearing once more, you took a deep breath and began to walk towards the trees, entering the forest. It was eerily quiet, so much so that you could hear your own heartbeat above the sound of the ground beneath your feet. Unsure of where you were headed, you wandered around the forest, taking in everything you could until the sound of someone speaking made you freeze.

"Fuck me! Could you be any more boring?" A voice sneered from the distance, greeted by a different, more monotone one.

"Probably. Do you want me to try?" Footsteps could be heard moving slightly as you began to careful walk towards the sound.

"Shut up Techno. Gods I just wish things were more interesting. Even with my disciple, this server is so god damn boring. I haven't had a good fuck in ages, there's no wars to quench my thirst! It's so plain!" Stopping by a line of trees, you peaked between them and watched as a blonde figure threw his hands in the air. He had 2 crisscross halos above his head and a large pair of wings behind his back.

The other one, who was kneeling beside a healthy garden, raised an eyebrow at the man. "I didn't need to hear that first part."

The angelic god, or what you guessed to be a god, scoffed, "please, dont act like you wouldn't do anything for another war as well. All that blood coating your fur, the women lining up at your door, eager to present their bodies for you to ravage. The way they moa-"

A hot flush crept up onto your cheeks as the pink haired man stood up, "Enough." The masked one seemingly smirked.

"See, your all pent up as well. Don't pretend like the walls of the house are solid steel Techno. Sound still travels."

The piglin-like man rolled his eyes, "neither should you XD. After all, one of us is louder than the other." Glancing down for a quick second, heat crashed over you as you spotted a sizable bulge peaking from within the piglins trousers. "Luckily for you, I believe we have a guest."

His words almost didn't register within your mind. It was only once you were pulled from the tree line that you realized you had been caught. The boarish man held your shoulder tightly as the man deamed XD tsked. "My my, what do we have here?"

You gulped, both in fear and nervousness. Standing there in front of you were the men - nee gods- you had worshiped all your life. They were were obviously well built and taken care of, the thought of their previous conversation making you blush once more.

"Say, what's your name kid?" Technoblade asked, well more so ordered, as his eyes scanned across your body.

"(Name)." You squeaked out, watching as the smile painted on XDs face seemed to widen.

"Seems like fate took pity on us Tech." The piglin said nothing, allowing the green clothed man to circle you like a beast circles their prey. "Bet she enjoyed hearing our conversion. About how young sluts like her used to fall at our feet, begging for us to take them." Your stomach fluttered slightly as the Angel's hand brushed against your collar bone. "She sure is a beauty."

Techno stepped closer to you, his powerful stance enough to almost make your knees buckle. "Is that why you're here kid? Do you want to know what it feels like to be touched by a god?" He didn't touch you, but with the close proximity you could feel his already straining hard on brush against your hip.

A rational part of you wanted to say no, to back away and run while you hoped they wouldn't chase you. But a bigger part of you stayed, breath hitching as XD traced his hands over your clothed hips. "Please..." you whispered once more, making XD smirk.

"You heard her Tech." Cold lips brushed against the back of your neck as XD stood behind you, his own cock brushing against your ass. "God it's been too long since I've had a good fuck."

You let the two men surround your body, towing over you as they placed kisses against your body, slowly stripping you of your clothes. It felt like a scene out of a movie, their hands trailing across your now naked body as they stood above you.

Your heart skipped a beat as Techno took your nipple into his mouth, a moan escaping you as he massaged the other. All while XD sucked and bit at the skin around your neck, his fingers getting dangerously close to your folds. As the pink haired god switched breasts, a loud gasp escaped your lips, XDs long fingers entering your slick entrance.

"You like that? Gods you're so wet." His voice had fallen an octave, wings gently brushing against your back as he thrusted and scissored his fingers within you. Your breathing now came out in low gasps as you moaned, the two feelings creating an unusual pressure within you.

You felt Technos tusks brush up against your clit as he moved down your body. "She's such a pretty little human, isn't she?" XD praised, watching your body squirm under their touch. Technoblade only huffed, licking a large stripe up the front of your entrance as XD thrusted his fingers in and out.

"Please." You begged slightly, body hot and bothered. "Please I... I-" the words died in your throat as the gods paused their actions, glowing eyes staring at you.

"What darling? Do you need more?" XD asked as Technoblade blew against your bothered bud. Weakly you nodded, embarrassed by your own desires.

"Please, I need you both."

"Fuck..." XD whispered, his wings fluffing behind him. If he had his way, he would have taken you right then and there, but Technoblade was quicker than him, picking you up and carrying you towards their house. "Hey!"

The piglin hybrid glanced back at the clearly frustrated God. "We don't want to break her XD. Get in the house." Within no time you had been thrown onto one of their beds, which one you weren't sure.

You watched as the gods before you stripped out of their own clothes, their large bodies towered over you as they did so, prompting you to rub your thighs together, praying for any friction. "Look at her, so needy." XD teased, watching as your eyes widened at the sight of his length.

Granted they were both super tall, what did you expect? They were huge, their cocks pulsating from years of frustration, precum already dripping from them. XD was certainly longer than Techno, while the piglin god was thicker than the winged one. You felt slightly nervous now that you saw them both, praying they didn't split you in half.

XD wasted no time as he climbed above you, his glowing mask cast in shadows as he hovered, his wings spread out like an angel. Technoblade was quick to push him out of the way though, causing the god to growl. "What the fuck!" The piglins blank face didn't even twitch.

"I'll break her if I use her ass first. We'll switch halfway through." XD growled, clearly against the idea, but he didn't say anything as Technoblade stuffed two of his own fingers into your hole unexpectedly.

Gasping, your back arched, allowing the piglin hybrid to pick you up easily, his digits still thrusting in and out of you as XD got into position. You could feel as his calloused hands touched every inch of your being, edging out moans and whimpers already.

"Are you ready?" Technoblade asked sitting you down onto XD as the man behind you jerked his dick in preparation. Slowly you nodded, making him shake his head. "Speak."

An odd wave of arousal washed over you at his tone. "Yes." You whispered. XD wasted no time, picking you up again and spreading your back end. The tip of his cock teased at your ass entrance, slipping in ever so slowly as he grunted. "Holy shit..."

Pain filled your body for a moment as he continued to press deeper and deeper within you. "Shh..." he quieted your cries, licking the few tears that escaped your eyes off your cheeks. Once you were as far as you could go, XD paused, allowing Technoblade to tower over you and capture your lips with his own.

In no time, the mans own cock had pushed passed your entrance, a low growl escaping his lips at the feeling of you engulfing him. XD was the first to move, too impatient to wait any longer as he began thrusting his hips upwards at a steady pace. "O-Oh fuck! Fuck you're tight." He growled out, technoblade moving at the same pace as pleasure engulfed you.

The feeling of the two of them inside you was indescribable. Moans and whimpers escaped your lips like prays as the two of them moved in sync. Deep grunts echoed from both of the gods as they ravaged your body. "Fuck you're so tight. You like that huh?" XD jutted his hips up, making you gasp as he bit down on your collarbone.

Technoblade growled territorially as he too picked up his pace, grunting slightly as his tusks bit at the other side of your neck. "Fuck... amazing..." his own words came out as more of a grunt, his hips slamming into yours over and over again.

Pleasure encased your body as he hit that one spot deep inside of you. It was the best feeling you had ever felt. "Te-Tech...no..." you moaned out, watching as your stomach bulged upwards with each thrust. The sight alone was enough to almost make you cum.

Finally taking note of it as well, Technoblade was quick to put one of your hands over the bulge, watching as it disappeared and reappeared over an over again. "You like that?" He growled out, "feeling me so fucking deep inside you?" You weakly nodded as XD gripped your chin, pulling you into a messy kiss.

"I-I'm gonna-" you stuttered over the deafening sound of your juices squelching inside you, the two gods groaning as they felt you begin to tighten. "I-"

"You gonna cum?" XD asked as he picked up pace, chasing his own high. Technoblade did the same, the feeling of your wet muscles tighten around him sending him into over drive. You moaned over and over again as the pressure built up more and more until one final thrust from the both of them sent your orgasm over the edge.

Your nails dig into Technos back as he pulled out, hot sticky cum coating your back and stomach. Your legs shook as wave after wave crashed over you, making tears spring to your eyes.

Before you could even relax or mutter a word, the two gods had switch places, pushing into your over sensitive hole. XD didn't even pause for a second, hips thrusting almost at an inhumane pace as he chased his second high.

Technoblade was a little more careful, his cock even more swollen from before as he stretched you out before he entered. Despite that, you were already gasping and whimpering loudly. Everything felt like it was on fire, burning in a way that only brought you more pleasure. Tears seeped from your eyes due to the overstimulation, prompting the angelic god to go faster and faster.

Your brain felt hazy as the two of them used your body, eliciting moans and screams of ecstasy from you as they did so. Your hand fell weakly onto your stomach, feeling as the tip of XDs cock poked out from within you, causing the god to hiss. "Fuck I'm close." He grunted, extracting a cry from you and a snort from Techno as the two of them quickened their pace.

Tears now freely flowed from your eyes, only for Technoblade to lick them up as his hands left indents on your hips. Pressure began to build once again, peaking just as the two gods slammed their cocks into you on sync. A loud cry escaped your raw throat, making the hybrid behind you release as well, his cock swelling as more and more flowed out of him and into you.

"Fuck, fuck-" XD growled out, hips stuttering as he too neared his high, the over bearing stimulation and friction making Technos cock twitch and release more and more cum. Finally, with one last slam of his hips, XD released, hot liquid creating a feeling you had never felt before as he rode out his high. You felt so full, both gods having kept their cocks inside you as the three of you collapsed on the bed.

"Holy shit." XD muttered. "That was the best fuck I've had in a century."

Technoblade nodded, burrowing his snout into your neck as he pressed gentle kisses across the harsh bite marks. "Such a good little human." Exhaustion overpowered your will to speak, only allowing you sto snuggle back onto the warm chest of the piglin hybrid as XDs wings engulfed you.

"So, can we keep them?" The masked god asked, chuckling weakly as Techno glared, making you roll your eyes weakly as the three of you settled down into a sleep.

[lonely-lost-soul]

Woes of An Immortal

(C!Technoblade x Reader)

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

As always I love you all and if you have fanart send it my way!

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

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

“Are you new here?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dad please.” 

“You’re almost 25 Techno-” 

“Only by human standards.”

“You’ve never dated a girl.” 

“Dad-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…thanks for the rooms…” 

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

“Er…sure?” 

“You looking for a stepmom?” 

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

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

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

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

“Whoever told you that is lying to you.” 

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

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

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

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

“Where’s the (Y/n)?” 

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

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

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

“Run.” 

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

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

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

~~~

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

“Techno not right now…” 

“Are you not on your break?”

“I am but-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ready?” 

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

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

“Gotta get back to work…I’m ruined…” 

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

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

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

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

You really were just too adorable. 

~~~

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

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

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

“Okay, Papa. Love you!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re such an ass.” 

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.” 

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

“Just stay here with us…” 

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

“You are her favorite.” 

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

“Yeah…yeah. I love you.”

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

“Swear?” 

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

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

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

“Of course. Love you.” 

“Love you too.”

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Carl?” 

“Absolutely not.”

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

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

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

“Nah this is it.” 

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

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

‘Is that Techno?’

‘No way he hasn’t aged a day!’ 

‘Someone tell (y/n)!’ 

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

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

“I missed you too dad…”

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

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

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

“Safe? Are we finally safe?” 

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

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

“Just Phil and now you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely.” 

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

“Shut up and hold me…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MILF.” 

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

“Yes?” 

“Fuck me?” 

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

~~~

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

Then you got sick. 

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

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

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

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

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

Immortality was a curse.

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[trashmouthsahra]

Being the youngest person in Dream Smp HC

Pairings: c!Wilbur x Reader (Platonic) c!Jschlatt x Reader (Platonic) c!Mcyt x Reader (Platonic)

Pronouns: They/Them

Requested?: No :(

Note: Hope you like it! <3

You were just a baby when Wilbur and Schlatt found you

They were just mining, having some bro time.

And they heard your whimpers

Wilbur gave you some food and his jacket.

Schlatt took you to his home.

Schlatt was hesitant at first.

He didn't know how to raise a kid.

So he ran.

He ran like the coward he was

Wilbur was like your father after that.

He was angry at his best friend for leaving you.

Wilbur already had a child named Fundy.

So it was easy to take care of you

Fundy was like your older brother

He was five when Wilbur brought you home.

You met your grandpa Philza when you started walking

He adores you.

Like, YOU WERE SUCH A CUTIE

HOW CAN SOMEONE LEAVE YOU????????

Anyways

You were ten when your father decided to make drugs

He tried to keep you out of the business

Because you were ten

And drugs are bad yk

Don't do drugs kids.

You liked Sapnap

He was cool

But he was American

And your dad told you that Americans were bad.

So you stopped making him give you piggy-back rides.

You had your own little L'manburg uniform.

"Aww look at you my little star! Fundy look at your sibling they look so cute don't they?"

"Dad please stop I'm ten not five..."

Yeah he liked dressing you up

You liked Tommy

He was a little loud but he was okay

He gave you a disc once

It was named pigstep

It was pretty pog

You loved flower crowns

You made Tubbo one

And Tubbo made you one in return!

You + Tubbo = Cuteness overload

Dream uhmm

Dream and you were complicated

Like you were such a pure soul

And he wanted/didn't want to ruin that

Don't come at him he has troubles when it comes to emotions and shit

Like one day he could hug you kiss your forehead

But then tomorrow he could fucking stab you

Wait no he wouldn't stab you

He would manipulate you to join his side or make you believe he was good

Then there is George

You and him don't talk much

But he gave you a netherite axe one time

So we can say you like him

Niki is like your sister.

She bakes you cookies

You love her

Like when you have a mental break down or something

You know she will always be there for you

When Eret betrayed L'manburg

You were angry

No not angry furious is more like it

It was clear you had anger issues

Sometimes you couldn't control yourself (*Cough*that's why you get along with Technoblade *cough*)

Your father, your brother and Niki tried to console you of course.

But they failed

You took Eret's one life

You loved them really

But she betrayed you

And he wasn't that great of a fighter

You were trained by all the L'manbergians

Plus dream

Dream regrets training you now

aNyWaYs

Tommy gave Dream his discs

And boom now L'manburg is free

SIKE

Election Era came

You adored Quackity

He was fun

He was a hybrid like your brother

He tried to give you drugs once

But sadly he became a part of the election

Then came someone you didn't even remember

Jschlatt

He couldn't recognise you at first

But then he saw your eyes

Your beautiful Y/E/C eyes

Schlatt's face: xxxx

Your birthday came

Everyone celebrated

Even Dream left you a gift

It was an enchanted trident

You couldn't thank him bc he was like

Baby I'm not even here I'm a hallucination

Wilbur and Tommy used you for campaign

They were like

"Look at this cute kid how can you not vote for this?"

You were confident that your dad and not blood brother was gonna win.

But Dream XD was like bitch you thought-

They lost

Turns out Schlatt and Quackity combined their votes together

You trusted Quackity

You shouldn't have trusted anyone...

Do you guys want a Part 2??????

[mothra-mcyt]

☾ MCYT's reaction to a gen z reader ☽

!Warnings: mentions of self deprecating jokes!

》 Dream 《

That guy loves your chaotic energy and always pranks other people with you

Would definitely laugh along with your depressing jokes but after a while would get concerned and ask if you're okay

Immediately puts you into the Dream SMP thinking you're gonna be a good character always on his side

Then you end up just end up annoying him (especially when he's in prison) so he threatens you

You can't keep yourself together and just end up having a laugh flash

You once definitely called him a chad for watching football and a boomer which lead to him getting very defensive

》 George 《

Would honestly just end up annoying and pranking Dream with you

You would definitely call him a bottom on multiple occasions. At one point he just accepts it

Gets very concerned at your jokes

You guys definitely make weird tiktoks together

Will just go along with it when you start ranting about how capitalism is the source of all evil

He will also be a victim of your pranks and he can't do anything about it

》 Sapnap 《

Would definitely make jokes about committing arson with you (sometimes he doesn't know if you're joking or being serious about committing arson)

You two are dnf biggest shippers and no i don't take any criticism

When he finds out how touch starved you are he will definitely ask if you two ca platonically cuddle together

You would also be his biggest enemy though always saying how you're going to fight him when you meet him

Will ask you if you have eaten and how much to make sure you eat enough

Definitely anime marathons on discord together when you both can't sleep

》 Badboyhalo 《

This man would be so concerned

Even if you don't swear he still wants to say language at all the self deprecating things you say

You tell him that you don't care that he has a gun and knows how to throw knifes to which he asks why because people should definitely be afraid of that in his opinion

When you tell him that you don't care if you die he gets so much more concerned

Would be the parent who always stops you from doing stupid and dangerous shit 24/7

You definitely called him a boomer once when he said "Language"

》 Awesamdude 《

That man is taking care of you and making sure you’re okay 24/7

After you told him that you haven’t slept in 2 days with you’re reasoning being “Why not” he always makes sure that you get at least 8 hours of sleep per day

Honestly just dad energy

We know that literally half of gen z have daddy issues and when he finds out you didn’t have a good father figure growing up he’s like “I’m your dad now.”

“Have you drank water today?” “Does energy drink/iced coffee count as-” “No they don’t count as water. Go get a glass of water right now.”

At first he wanted to stop you from saying self deprecating jokes but after a while he just gave up. 

》 Tommyinnit 《 (platonic)

Chaotic energy²

When the two of you have a plan no one will be able to stop you even harder if Tubbo is with you guys

Honestly just laughs about your self deprecating jokes and says “same”

The two of you have never respected authorities in your entire life and you two will not start

As soon as someone talks shit about the other person hell breaks loose and their ego will get completely destroyed

When role playing on the Dream SMP you guys will definitely just laugh at Dream trying to be threatening  

》 Tubbo 《 (platonic)

Depressing jokes. 24/7.You know it’s true. (The people around you will be so concerned for the two of you oh god)

We know very well that Tubbo is not innocent and flirts (makes sex jokes) as a joke with other people his age so he would definitely do that with you if you’re comfortable

The two of you will definitely stay up til the middle of the night playing games (chess, csgo, minecraft etc.)

Whenever someone (probably an authority) is trying to get you guys to do something both of you are just like: No <3

》 Fundy 《

Honestly he completely relates to you

The being touch starved, the loneliness

Difference is he is not used to people joking about those topics to cope

So he's very concerned

"Y/N this is really relatable but are you okay?"

Streams with you two sometimes just end as therapy sessions and both of you desperately need it

He always drags you along to prank people and when the person gets mad he blames it on you and just leaves

》 Wilbur 《

Big brother energy

You are now his little sibling and you cannot stop him

Will definitely cause much chaos with you (poor Philza trying to keep you two under control)

When you two do dangerous stuff he's the one making sure you don't hurt yourself

Whenever someone is mean to you he will definitely destroy them

Will make sure you get enough sleep and will keep you company when you can't sleep

He absolutely loves that you don't give a shit if someone is an authority or not

》 Schlatt 《

He absolutely hates how you not give a shit about what he says to you and how you just roast him

His humor is already broken so he's probably laugh at your jokes and while trying to stop himself from laughing he'll ask if you're okay

Honestly he's just confused on how you're still alive with not taking care of yourself and always getting yourself into dangerous situations

You definitely called him a boomer once

You guys would probably make political jokes constantly

》 Technoblade 《

Anarchy. Lots of it.

Both of you have just random conversation where you start talking about the things you're obsessed with

Both of you are probably gonna have a short attention spam leading to a lot of funny situations

Absolutely loves how you don't give a shit about authorities

Being awkward together in social situations but standing up for eachother

I can just imagine you with the "He asked for no pickles" meme while he doesn't know what to say

》 Philza 《

He is your dad now and he doesn't care if you want him to be.

(He honestly already kinda expected your father figure to be shitty because he knows his audience)

Oh lord when he finds out how you're not able to take care of yourself

When meeting you irl will actually sit down with you and have a talk about you not taking care of yourself

You: "Sometimes i'll just sleep for 14 hours and then i won't sleep for 3 days."

Phil: "...I will punt you into the sun when i meet you irl you idiot."

I could honestly write so much more about Philza basically adopting a young reader

》 Ranboo 《 (platonic)

Constant sassyness

Gen Z x 2

You two would understand eachother so well

Constant zoomer slang and no one except Tubbo and Tommy will be able to understand it

Both of your humor is just so broken and it's so concerning to everyone

Someone is being like "You will do as i say" and you two are just like "No i don't think i will"

Tiktok references. Constantly.

Sending eachother tiktok's about the other's character

》 Eret 《

You two would be good friends honestly

Eret would probably bring out the wholesome part of your personality

Also sending eachother tiktok's and making tiktok references

Arson. Lots of arson. Fire pog.

You will bring out their chaotic side

She loves how you just not give a shit about authorities

Will also make sure that you drink enough water and take care of yourself

》 Quackity 《

He's more random chaos and you're more dangerous and destructive chaos and somehow that works together really well

Definitely invites you to Jack Box streams because you just bring such funny energy into it and chat absolutely loves you

Is very concerned tho when you make self deprecating jokes and when he hears you say one he just looks completely shocked

Completely freaks out whenever you roast someone who's being a bitch (you can just hear the "Where are the askers" playing in the background)

Very dramatic energy from the both of you

Masterlist

[awooga-llama]

The Cold

Technoblade x NB! Child reader

A/N: Just felt like doing something cute, I hope you enjoy and don't be afraid to give me feedback I don't bite unless you want me too :)

(Y/N) had caught a cold after their little journey through the meadows, near the ocean's edge. They should’ve been more careful because of their allergies but as a rambunctious three year old they didn’t have the time for anything that was not fun. The child had not seen their uncles in two days, Philza roamed around the house looking for things to clean, and Techno had yet to come out of his room. (Y/N) was stuck alone with a runny nose, dry scratchy eyes, and a slight cough. They grabbed their favourite blanket off the couch and wrapped themself in it, looked around to make sure Grandpa Philza was nowhere to be found and waddled quickly towards Techno and their shared bedroom. (Y/N) had to jump to reach the handle, it took them three tries before the door went flying open. Inside the room, Techno sat at his desk surrounded by books and papers, a grey skull sitting in some liquid inside a mason jar sat nearby as well. The piglin looked over his shoulder at the little one. At first, he thought it was Philza coming to disrupt him and was prepared to yell but when he saw it was his little one standing there instead he felt his heart soften. He had yet to notice the sniffling and red scleras.

“What is it Orphan?” He asked. (Y/N) walked towards him and attempted to climb in their father’s lap but was struggling due to the blanket. Techno wrapped the child and picked them up, holding them close. (Y/N) sneezed and then the piglin knew what was wrong.

They’ve caught a cold

Get rid of it

Infected

Banish the child

Fix them

The voices were contradicting each other. Techno didn’t want to bring harm to his little one and did his best to ignore the raging voices. (Y/N) touched their father’s cheek seeing he was conflicted within. The noise in his mind disappeared when the cold palm touched his flaming skin. The big scary mercenary never had to take care of a sick child before, these types of situations weren’t exactly in his job description. He knew he couldn’t ask Phil because then (Y/N) would get in trouble for disturbing Techno while he was studying the summoning of withers. The piglin tried to think back to when Tommy would get sick. What did Wilbur and Philza do? He remembered warm washcloths or showers, thermometers, soft singing (sometimes the quiet strumming of an out-of-tune guitar), blankets, and cuddling even if there was a chance of catching the same cold. It couldn’t hurt to try those then. He thought.

(Y/N) went into a coughing fit. They covered their face with the blanket wrapped around their small frame. They leaned back even more into their Father’s body feeling the warmth radiate off of him. Techno shifted his grip on the child. He turned them to face his torso as he stood up and moved to a dresser on the far side of the bedroom. He held tightly onto (Y/N) as he kneeled to get out some light-weight sleep clothes for the child before making his way quietly to the door. Techno stuck his head out first looking and listening for any signs of his father roaming nearby before making a mad dash for the bathroom.

After closing and locking the door behind him Techno stripped down to his boxers and threw the clothes from his earlier mission into the laundry bin next to the sink. He turned the hot water on, mixed in cold with it and waited as the temperature turned warm, the Piglin grabbed the scented bubble bath goop and poured some of that in aswell. He turned around and stared at the wall as (Y/N) did their best to undress. They called to Techno for help getting their shirt off and then he lifted them gently into the lukewarm water. The three year old let out a shrill squeal, it was so loud that Techno was surprised Phil didn't come flying through the door.

"Shh orphan, you've got to be sneaky like a ninja." he whispered with a finger against his lips. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and they splashed around doing the arm waving thing others do when performing karate. Some bubbles flew up and landed in Techno's pink hair. The child thought they were going to get in trouble but the opposite happened. Their dad laughed quietly, anyone else would have mistaken it for a cough. Techno scooped up some water and splashed back at his child. (Y/N) let out a little shriek of happiness and things got out of hand. Both of them kept splashing each other and water got everywhere, Techno's white shirt now clutching onto his toned torso, his pink skin shining through. (Y/N) hair was sticking every which way and they had bubble a bit too close to their left eye. Techno reached up and rubbed away most of the water and bubbles on their face. The mercenary grabbed a small sponge and wiped the child down and rinsed them. He brushed their bangs aside and kissed their forehead just like how Philza used to do to Tommy when he was sick.

"There we go, now you're all clean." he cooed, his voice softer than ever before.

The child stared into his red eyes a smile tugging at their lips. He smiled too.

"Let's get you out and dried off ok?" He said helping them climb out of the tub. A couple seconds later he brought over the clean pajamas over his shoulder and handed it to his precious, the child dressed quickly, needing help with their shirt again. When Techno finished he pulled off his soaked shirt and hung it up on the shower rod the dry. He chuckled at the sight of his orphan trying to play with the sink and made his way over to them with a towel in hand.

"Here." He said putting the towel on top of (Y/N)'s head to dry their hair. They hummed happily and patted their hands against the wet towel.

Techno picked up (Y/N) and carried them back to their bedroom where he laid them down in bed.

"Do you want something to eat, sweetheart?" He asked, kneeling by the bedside as the child nodded. "Alright then, I'll be right back".

He left to find food for his child and a glass of juice. He could hear them shuffling about on the bed and figured their legs must be aching. Once he returned and placed the food down he put the glass on the nightstand and took his spot beside them.

"Thank you, papa." (Y/N) said, snuggling closer to their Dad. His chest was heating up again and he had to stop himself from smiling.

"Anytime, pumpkin." That was a new one. Techno could tell that (Y/N) liked it. The kid ate and drank what Techno brought. Once the three year old's belly was full they snuggled up under his arm and fell asleep. The piglin wanted to get up and continue working on his Wither research but was afraid of moving so instead he held his kin close and decided maybe he'd catch up on some sleep too.

Philza came into the room a few hours later concerned because he couldn't find (Y/N) again. When his blue eyes fell on the two sleeping figures in bed he immediately knew the rambunctious toddler was fine. He could hear both of them snoring and quietly left the room. He couldn't wait to tell all the others of what he had just witnessed.