#ponk x gn!reader

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halllooo 🐌 anon here! i know i havent requested anything for a while but thats just bc i didnt have any ideas and ive been kinda busy but im back and ive come with another c!ponk request! okay so reader (gn or he/him) works with las nevadas but ponk doesnt know that but one day they get curious and follow reader to las nevadas and hes pretty surprised and i dont really have any idea of what happens next so u can decide! it can also be fluff or angst or whatever u feel fits best! anyways make sure ur eating and drinking enough and getting enough sleep and taking ur meds if u take any and byeeeeee

hi 🐌! no worries i'm glad to have you back! i chose to use he/him and make this kind of angsty, if that's okay. stay safe and healthy anon!

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c!Ponk x [he/him] Reader - Truth

genre: /rom, c!ponk, angst with happy ending, las nevadas!Reader

warning: none! (let me know if i missed something)

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The sun was starting to rise, the morning dew shined on the grass outside the window. As much as you hated it, you knew sooner or later you would have to pull away from Ponk and make the trip back to Las Nevadas.

You sighed and looked over to him, sleeping so peacefully, quiet and calm breaths escaping their mouth. You smiled and began to roll out of the bed. You were almost out of the bed before an arm wrapped around your waist.

"No...don't leave me, stay here all day." Ponk groaned, half asleep.

"Ponk I've gotta go to work love."

"Nope, no work." You laughed, falling against him slightly. You placed a hand on his cheek, stroking your thumb against his cheekbone.

"I've really got to go. I promise I'll be back soon." You kissed his cheek, removed his arm from your waist, and got up, grabbing your jacket before closing the bedroom door.

You walked through the greater SMP, admiring the new pop-up buildings, and reminiscing on the old.

You didn't even notice a still half asleep Ponk following behind you. For as much noise as he was making you couldn't seem to notice. You were lost in your own thoughts. For the last few months, you had to keep your place of work a secret. You weren't sure how people would react to you working at Las Nevadas, and further, for Quackity. The only people who knew at this point were Quackity and the others who were beginning their transition to the new faction.

Ponk had struggled after the Red Banquet to forgive Quackity, even though it was Q who had technically freed her from the Egg's grasp, something not even you could do. But Ant had lost a life, and Ponk wasn't sure if they could forgive Puffy for that or Quackity for allowing it.

You waltzed into the Needle, Quackitys headquarters and took the elevator to the very top. Ponk hadn't risked getting spotted by anyone and stayed at the ground level, waiting, watching.

The elevator doors opened up, and you walked over to the railing, Quackity standing, looking over some papers.

"What can I help you with today Big Q? And we gotta make this quick, I have a lot to do today."

The man snorted, "Yeah, right. Now would I be where I am right now if I let people who work for me tell me about how much time they have? No, I wouldn't. Take a seat."

You sighed, quickly pulling out your message to send Ponk a text about how you would be late. Q sat across from you, going on and on about how the business you were chosen to help him start was lacking, as were you with your progress getting to Las Nevadas.

"I can't have slackers, but I really don't like the idea of anyone else having you working for them, so I'm torn. I could give you a second chance, make a new deal...or I'll just have to convince you another way to not go working for someone like Tubbo or Jack. Not even Techno."

You let out a sigh. "All right, just get to the point."

"Well, it's simple. Either you get settled down here completely in the next 3 days, or I'm going to convince you to."

You rolled your eyes. He couldn't force you to do anything. How could he?

"How's Ponk doing?" This caused your breath to get caught in your throat.

"Oh please, you think I don't know? I know everything about you y/n. Your history, your alliances, friends...partners. And I need to in order to keep you under me."

"He doesn't even know about this. They don't even know I work here. You have no reason to hurt them other than to hurt me."

"And if I have to I will." He checked his communicator, and the message catching his eye. "Sam and I have some business to attend to. Consider what I've told you, and come back to me with either an answer or through action. Have a good day, you're dismissed."

You sat shocked for a moment before you stood and stomped off the balcony. By the time the elevator stopped the tears had rolled down your cheeks as you thought over the choice you'd have to make.

The thoughts ran around your mind as you walked outside of Las Nevada's borders and into Snowchesters, a weight lifted off your shoulders.

You took a seat on the soft ground, not too worried about the cool air. You needed to think.

"Y/n?" His voice. His lovely, sweet voice. You turned and found Ponk standing there, rubbing his arms to keep warm.

"Hello love, what are you doing here?" Quickly removing your jacket you handed it over to her.

"I, um, I followed you from the house. I figured...well I wanted to see where you go when you leave me."

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry Ponk. I-I should've told you sooner, I was planning to but I didn't know how you'd react."

He smiled, resting a soft hand on your cheek. You relished in the touch.

"Don't worry about it. I don't care for you working with Quackity, as long as you're happy and safe. Speaking of...I heard what he told you."

"You did...?"

He nodded, a smile resting on his calm face. "Yeah, but I'm not worried. I'll always be there with you, by your side. And we're gonna get through this, together."

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Chapter 1

Summary:

Y/N brutally murdered Wilbur and therefore took one of his lives, or so everyone thinks. They were thrown into jail, despised and hated by everyone. They slowly started to hate their old friends, they wanted revenge for not believing them and locking them away. One day y/n got the opportunity to break out from the prison and they did. Also They/them pronouns with male anatomy. I originally got this idea from @dreampsmp.dsmp on TikTok. Hope you'll like it!:)

around 550 words

A/N

I should mention that Philza doesn't live with techno but in lmanburg. Also, techno uses some slurs in the first chapter so yeah

Triggerwarnings for the whole story:

Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide, cursing, Blood and Violence,

“Finally, my plan worked! They’ll come and get you and run right into my trap!” Techno said with a victorious smile. “No, they won’t. They would probably thank you.”, you chuckled looking up to Techno. You currently sit in Techno’s secret cave tied to a wooden chair. The walls around you are filled with black skulls, which have grey straps on them. The cave is rather small with some chests standing around the room. The walls and the floor are made out of cobblestone. Techno stands in front of you, a victorious smile fading as your words hit his ears. He wears a crown and a red jacket with white fluff at the ends. It’s similar to a King coat. His hair is a shade of pastel pink. “What do you mean? Why would they not come for you? That’s ridiculous, you can’t escape me.” He looks at you with an annoyed look on his face. You let out a groan “look buddy they literally don’t care about me; they hate me …a lot. They think I took one of Wilbur’s canon lives, even though that never happened but anyways.” Your eyes wander to his tall figure before you continue. “Philza literally disowned me, Tommy and Tubbo don’t even bother talking to me, all I get from those two are disgusted looks. And Wilbur… well Wilbur is just being him. He never talked to me anyways so yeah…even less now but that doesn’t really matter. The dream SMP doesn’t even know I exist. I think you are the only one outside of L’manburg who knows about me.” You let out a low laugh looking around the room and then back to him again. He just stood there, arms crossed in front of his chest. The tall man has a confused but stern facial expression. Techno stares down at you with reddish coloured eyes. He opens his mouth ready to say something but closes it again. Technoblade remains silent for another minute before he starts to speak. “How do I know for sure that you are not lying to me? What if this is just some stupid plan to kill me?” “Okay first of all this would be the shittiest plan to try and kill the Blade himself. Second of all, I can’t prove it to you. You’ll never know if I lied to you or not.” You said smirking at him. “Fucking Bitch” He muttered under his breath. “Fine, then I guess you’ll have to stay here” He looked away with a mischievous smile, waiting for you to beg him to let you free. He loves when people beg him for something.(not like that -.-) Techno’s smile slowly faded when he didn’t hear a sound from you. He turned his face to you only to see a smirk on your face once again. “You look surprised bud. Disappointed I didn’t complain?” Your smirk only grew wider at the sight of his confused face. You look around the room while you continue speaking “I think it's quite nice her. It seems very cosy, I just think it’s a little cold but that doesn’t really bo- “shut the fuck up you stupid bitch! Who do you think you are talking to me like that?!” You just looked at him with an amused smile. “What the fuck do you smile over!? If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll slit your throat open!” You just sit there now with a plain expression and stare into his eyes. “Ok, do it.”

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LIKE INK IN WATER

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PAIRING: Ghost!Eret x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: Get a job as a tour guide at the local historic castle!’, they said. ‘It’ll be fun!’, they said. Well, now a specter of the last monarch to be crowned in its old halls has decided you’re the best thing since sliced bread, and you have to live with it.

WARNINGS: Mild language, implied/referenced death, implied/referenced murder, body horror, fainting mention

A/N: Okay- I know the warnings look bad, but in my opinion the fic is a lot lighter than it may first appear. Don’t judge a book by its cover, or... something. Anyways, enjoy, and remember to take care of yourselves y’all!

When you stepped into the darkened, cavernous expanse of the great hall from the brightness of the front lawns, you had only two things on your mind: a fresh cup of coffee and your need for a new jacket.

The squeaking of your sneakers echoed off the high stone walls and reverberated throughout the room, no doubt audible throughout the empty building. It was difficult for sound to permeate the castle’s infrastructure; the birdsong, the wind, all of it was muffled. You could almost forget that there was a world outside of the site’s sprawling grounds, that you hadn’t been transported back into the dark ages.

The emptiness was unnerving, especially during your first few days on the job, but you’d quickly grown to love it while it lasted. The serenity wouldn’t last long- not when, in about an hour, the castle would be swarming with tourists and their ankle biters.

“‘Morning Sam,” you murmured blearily as you dumped your bag onto the security kiosk’s counter, rifling through it for your employee ID. 

“Guess again,” a cheery voice greeted you, and you paused. Blinking up at the person behind the glass, you felt your eyebrows shoot up so fast that it almost hurt. The grin that spread across your face was painful in its own right, wide and broad.

“Tubbo! I didn’t know you were working today,” you beamed, sleepiness forgotten as you greeted the teen. His grin, coupled with a bright gleam in his eye, was even brighter than your own.

Tubbo shrugged, a mirthful gleam in his eye as he took your offered ID and scanned it into the security system with deft fingers. The bright glow of the computer screen illuminated his youthful features and compact, soft face, turning his skin a ghostly shade of pale blue. Catching your eye, he grinned mischievously.

No doubt about it. If Tubbo died and somehow came back, he’d be a poltergeist.

Although he was only eighteen, he’d been working at the site for three years; much longer than you, barely a month in. Security, site maintenance, guiding tours- he’d done them all. The two of you had grown close, what with all the time you’d spent around each other, and although you would be hard-pressed to admit it, you had begun to think of the kid as a little brother.

“Sam was sick today, and couldn’t come in.”

You nodded sagely. “Ponk?”

“Ponk,” he agreed.

Despite the fact that you could count the number of times you’d met Ponk on two hands, it’d been enough for you and the rest of your coworkers to develop a healthy fear of her. She was perfectly nice, if a bit of a prankster, but when it came to Sam’s workaholic tendencies…?

You winced. He definitely needed the rest, but you did not want to know what atrocities Ponk had committed in getting him to stay home for the day.

The computer beeped, and Tubbo slid your ID back through the slot in the glass with a grin. “I heard you’re chaperoning some ghost hunters this weekend.”

Rolling your eyes, you chuckled. “Yeah. It’s kind of stupid, but I’m getting paid overtime for it, so.”

“Really?” he hummed, tipping his head to the side and cupping his chin in his palm. “Sounds like someone’s a skeptic.”

You hesitated.

“I don’t… know,” you said, drawing the words out. “As far as I’m concerned, the spookiest thing in this castle the lack of air conditioning. I’ll mind my own business, and so can the ghosts- spirits, or whatever.”

“Fair,” Tubbo snickered, his grin widening into something with entirely too many teeth. “You’ll have to tell me what show came by. I want to watch the footage when the episode releases.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you later, Tubs,” you sighed, ignoring his blatant attempt to psyche you out.

“Good luck!”

Kentillie Hold was many things to many different people. To you, it was the place where you spent your working hours, spouting scripts to visitors and their bored children. To historians, it was the crowning jewel of an ancient kingdom to rival Britain’s own, and the setting for one of the most brutal executions in history. To tourists… it was pretty and a good place to pose for Instagram pictures.

And it was, apparently, one of the most haunted places in England. At least, according to all the ghost hunters and paranormal enthusiasts that swamped the place, it was.

If you had been asked if you believed any of those claims a month ago, you would’ve called bullshit. Since your childhood, ghosts had always been a scare tactic that’d been used against you to, whether it be just to elicit some sort of reaction, or coerce you into doing something out of fear.

Years had passed, and you’d long since come to the realization that ghosts weren’t something to be afraid of- because they weren’t real. It was kind of ridiculous, the idea that the spirits of the dead had returned to the world of the living to just… hang out?

However, since your time spent at Kentillie, you were beginning to reconsider your stance on the subject.

It was easy to imagine that a place like the Hold was filled to the brim with ghosts. It was old- very, very old. Though there’d been no written record of when it was built, it had been estimated to be around 1040- almost twenty years earlier than Berkhamsted Castle. The stone walls and portcullis were crumbled and grey with age, with vines of ivy and climbing roses continually threatening to overtake the structure entirely.

Entire sections of the castle were forbidden for both staff and visitors to enter because of the rot that had done away with the castle for years before its restoration. One of the maintenance men actually had to quit because, while taking a shortcut through the restricted rooms, he had fallen through the floors and into the dungeons.

The Hold needed a lot of maintenance, too. It seemed like every other week something needed to be repaired or replaced. In fact, you’d heard that over the weekend the mirrors in the King’s Chambers had needed to be deep-cleaned. Something about the metal backing rusting and causing red fluid to start leaking out of the glass?

You had only held your job for a brief time, but that was more than long enough for you to begin to notice the… odd happenings within the site’s halls. Stuff- yours and your coworker’s- consistently disappeared and reappeared in spots they definitely weren’t in before. Guests mentioned hearing disembodied voices near closing hours, footsteps that followed them down the hall; movement out of the corner of their eyes that, when they turned to investigate, revealed nothing there.

The earnestness with which they recounted these events was enough to make even the most hard-core skeptic waver in their beliefs. Unnerving to say the least- especially when you were a witness of some of these encounters yourself.

You did your best to put it out of your mind, but more often than not you felt watched. The sensation of intangible eyes boring holes into you during your work shifts was a familiar one. Random chills, goosebumps, and running into inexplicably cold patches of air, even more so.

Acknowledging it only invited childhood fear back, so you didn’t. At least, not consciously.

More importantly than the Hold’s age or the toll that time had taken on it in reinforcing the mythology of paranormal happenings was the history held within its hallowed halls; the long, winding tale of one of the most powerful (and obscure) royal lineages to ever exist, and of a betrayal that rivaled the drama of the Ides of March.

“Do any of you know who the last reigning monarch of Kentillie Hold was?” you asked politely, gaze sweeping over the faces of the tour group you were leading. They stared at you, faces blank and uncomprehending. Someone coughed.

After checking in with Tubbo, you’d been launched into the routine that dictated your day-to-day work life: you stowed your stuff away in the staff room (which was really just a repurposed part of the cellar), changed into your uniform, and prepped for the tours that you were slated to corral. It was well past noon and you were leading your fourth- and most boring- group of your shift.

Despite the difficulty, you kept your smile staunchly plastered across your face. It wasn’t very often that you met someone who knew, given how deep the Herobrines were in the British monarchy’s shadow. However, having to explain the same thing over and over again to people who rarely cared was… tiring, to say the least.

Since it was a weekday, there were fewer people visiting. The ballroom was quiet, the hushed voices of guests barely audible against the rush of wind outside the small, port-like windows. Your voice was the loudest by far, all those Drama lessons you’d taken helping you project your voice to every corner of the space.

Before you could continue, resigned to your fate, a tiny hand shot up into the air. “Eret Herobrine!”

Your eyebrows flickered up as you gazed down at the little girl who’d answered your question, a determined gleam to her eye as her gaze met yours. Softening, you graced her with the most genuine smile you’d given throughout the duration of the tour.

“Very good!” you enthused. “They were the seventh and last reigning monarch of Herobrine.”

Stepping to the side, you gestured to the painting that’d been hung directly behind you. At your cue, the light coming through a nearby window strengthened, setting the bold colors that comprised the work alight with a fiery vibrance. “This portrait here depicts him at the height of his rule, right around the time of his coronation.”

The tourists ooo’d and ahhh’d, some of the more industrious taking out their cell phones or cameras to snap a pic. You couldn’t blame them for their enraptured reactions- you’d felt much the same the first time you’d seen it.

That painting- ‘Winter After The Coronation’- was one of the many mysteries of the Hold. It was ancient, but somehow throughout the years, it had managed to remain as pristine as the day it was framed. Whether it was because it was found stored within the walls of the castle, far away from the elements, or through some method of sealing or making paint that made it immune to weathering, the artistry was pristine.

And oh, was it breathtaking.

Brought to life on the canvas was the likeness of a tall, aristocratic figure, clothed in a furred red cape and dripping with gold. They were standing in a garden, snow falling in thick flakes and tangling in their long, curly dark hair; catching in their eyelashes and clinging to the branches of holly and yew that framed their face like a thorny crown.

Somehow, the painter had managed to capture the texture and feel of the expensive fabrics draped across his form, the play of light across his face, and the cool flush that the biting wind brought to his face. Eret’s eyes were dark and warm, his brows arched and expression serene. The suggestion of a smile lingered around the lines of his mouth- like he knew a secret that you didn’t.

“As you all can see, she’s not wearing a crown,” you extrapolated after allowing the visitors to admire the work for a few moments, drawing their attention back to you. “This is just one of the many mysteries surrounding Eret and her reign. Paintings were extremely expensive to commission, and so most royals in the Herobrine line only had their portraits taken once or twice in their lifetime.

“So, why would Eret choose not to appear in their crown, as so many of their predecessors did? Why would they remove their most defining mark of status, one of the only things that could’ve been used to identify them once they’d passed on?”

The little girl who had spoken up frowned. “Maybe he thought it was ugly.”

You laughed, turning your head to look at the canvas once more. The painted eyes almost seemed to stare back, hidden truths swirling within their depths.

“I guess we’ll never know. It’s not like we can call her up and ask her,” you joked, earning a few smiles from the peanut gallery. It was muscle memory to glance away from your tour group while they chattered amongst one another and make a sweep of the room, checking for any guests that might’ve wandered away. 

Movement from the corner of your eye drew your gaze.

Squinting, you hazarded a step closer to the source of your distraction, one of the many mirrors that dotted the walls. Some insane interior designer had gone absolutely crazy with mirrors- almost every vertical surface was covered with them, and they were large. We’re talking floor-to-ceiling, non-stop reflective action.

Now that you were looking at it, nothing seemed amiss… but you could’ve sworn you saw something. You were confident enough in your suspicion to draw even nearer, close enough to touch the glass surface if you reached out.

There- at the very edge of the mirror, you barely caught the flutter of a cape sliding out of view.

You blinked once, twice, three times, feeling your heart pick up in pace. You glanced behind you. Nobody was wearing anything resembling what you’d seen- except, perhaps, the elegant old woman in the red trench coat that was perusing the floor, arm delicately linked with her husband’s.

Leaning back, you smoothed your hands down the shirt of your uniform, taking slow, measured breaths. Nothing else appeared in the mirror, and you felt yourself begin to calm down. You even managed to force out a breathy chuckle.

Oh, you would be having words with Tubbo later. The dude must’ve been more effective at freaking you out than he really was.

You pointedly ignored the prickling sensation as every hair on your body stood on end.

Ushering the group along, you led them through the dark hallways that wound throughout the interior of the Hold. Your path was lit only by the flickering beeswax candles that dotted the walls every ten paces or so; you pointed them out to your tour group, remarking how, back in the day, they used tallow candles made from animal fat instead.

Only one place was left for you to visit before this particular tour was over, and that was the Hold’s most famous room: the Royal Suite.

Located on the uppermost floor, the sprawling chambers took up almost the entire level- with only a little bit of space for the receiving room, where guests could sit and have tea. 

Unlike the rest of the castle grounds, the Royal Suite and the adjacent areas were completely forbidden for guests to enter by themselves. Only tour groups were allowed to access them, so the delighted gasps and assorted sounds of awe that arose as you pushed open the heavy cherrywood door were… pretty par for the course, actually.

If you had to pick which part of Kentillie grounds was your favorite, you’d be a dirty liar if you didn’t at least mention the opulent rooms that awaited you beyond the open doorway.

When the castle was restored, the most work and effort was put into the Royal Suite. According to what records were available, this was where the Herobrine family’s reigning monarchs ate, slept, and lived; it was a testament to the wealth they’d gathered throughout their long stewardship of the British Isles.

You watched with keen eyes as the guests spread out, gaping at the craftsmanship that had gone into every inch of the connected chambers.

Detailed paintings of wildlife covered the walls, depicting everything from gnarled forest trees to different kinds of birds, foxes, and weasels. The floors were polished to a mirror glaze, made of some type of dark red granite. Overhead, porcelain chandeliers that burned with a thousand little candles cast rainbow-colored light throughout the room.

Plush carpets, woven thick enough that your feet hardly made a sound as you walked across them, padded the center of the space. Right on top of it was the canopy bed- one of the biggest beds, in fact, that you think you’ve ever seen.

Were you to lay down upon it lengthwise, you would have at least another half-meter or so of space on either end. The mattress was overflowing with pillows- the expensive horsehair kind that looked so overstuffed they might explode at any moment; each richly colored and embroidered with delicate furls of ferns.

To the right, you could see the short hallway that led to the cordoned-off bath chamber. Although it was forbidden to enter- something about structural integrity- you could still make out the play of light against the multicolored ceramic tiles that dotted the floor.

If your memory served you correctly, the majority of the space inside was taken up by a gargantuan claw-footed bath that the royalty would use to immerse themselves in perfumed water and flower petals. It was actually quite a flex in the olden times to have a room solely delegated to bathing, seeing as most people couldn’t afford to take them too often. Heating up the water, having servants haul it upstairs, and then only using it once before it was drained… 

Yeah.

To your left was the study, which also had a barrier to prevent any tourists from wandering in and breaking something. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, bracketing a lone desk covered with papers. One of the most interesting things about the Herobrine family was their value of literature and literacy; You think that Eret even wrote a book before she died.

You smirked. Right, you were just getting to that.

There were a few more rooms beyond that, used to hold meetings with local knights and lords- but you weren’t interested in those. No, you were much more focused on the room you were standing in. The one where they were murdered.

Clearing your throat, you gathered your audience before you, herding them into position at the foot of the bed. You spread your arms wide, and with the same amount of drama as an actor about to perform a soliloquy.

“This was His Royal Highnesses chambers,” you exclaimed, allowing your smirk to grow. You winked at the little girl from before, peeking out from behind her mother’s back. “Though some of you might’ve already known that.”

Earning a few chuckles from your audience, you allowed your arms to fall back into a neutral state. “This was where Eret Herobrine at the height of her rule ate, slept, bathed, and occasionally held court. One could say that is was the primary backdrop for her life.

“It was the backdrop for the end of her life as well.”

Stepping to the side, you circled the canopy frame, stopping right beside the headboard. Reaching behind it, you heard your tour group collectively inhale as you drew a long, wicked-looking dagger from out behind it.

“Only two years after their coronation,” you went on, spinning the blade between your fingers, “Eret was slaughtered in cold blood.”

Someone gasped as you stabbed the dagger into the pillow, just about where someone’s head would be if they were laying down. You laughed wickedly, enjoying their momentary shock. It had to be the most emotion you’d elicited from the group yet.

“Their very own personal advisor, a former knight by the name of Dream, snuck up into their chambers late at night and killed them. His plan was to put a new ruler into power: his lover, a lord by the name of George.”

You shook your head, sighing internally at the sheer audacity.

“Of course, he didn’t succeed. Both Dream and George were executed, while those who were accused of aiding them fled the land.

“Ultimately, though, Eret’s death was too much for the kingdom to take, and it crumbled into obscurity not long after. The remains of Kentillie Hold are all that remain of the proud Herobrine legacy, so thank you for booking a tour with us.”

The visitors all clapped politely, and you bowed.

“If you’d like to donate money, please deposit it in the boxes on the first floor.”

As the group dispersed, their hour long tour finally finished, you surreptitiously checked the blankets covered the bed. Although the blade you’d used was obviously plastic, you would still get in trouble if you damaged anything- and you could not afford the hundreds of dollars it would take to fix it if it got torn.

You jolted as something brushed your shoulder lightly, head snapping up to stare suspiciously at the empty space that surrounded you. Before you could begin to question it too much, however, you were distracted by a tug on your pants.

“Can I help you?” you asked, staring down at the little girl whose hands were securely fisted in the fabric of your clothes. Her parents rushed up behind her; the mother pulling the girl away and into her embrace.

“Sorry, she’s still learning about personal space,” the father said sheepishly. He turned back towards his daughter, face softening. “Didn’t you have something to give the nice tour guide, sweetie?”

Shyly, she extracted her arms from her mother’s hold, holding out a crisp twenty dollar bill for you to take.

“Oh!” you said, your previously bemused expression shifting into a gentle smile. “Thank you!”

You shivered as you crouched to take it from here, the temperature of the room seeming to have gone down by a few degrees. Rubbing at your arms, you offered her one last grin before her parents swept her away to the safety of the sunny outdoors.

Or- not so sunny. Shit.

How late was it?

Pulling out your phone, you blanched at the time that blinked up at you from the screen: 6:00 PM. It was well past the point you should’ve been making your way back to the staff room to get changed and drive home, and if you waited any longer you wouldn’t be getting back ot the house until at least midnight.

“Damn it,” you cursed. Luckily, no one else was around to scold you except yourself, the rest of the visitors having long since exited the room.

Starting the long trek to the first floor, you couldn’t dispel the goosebumps that had surfaced all over your body. Normally they would only last so long before they inevitably relaxed- but it was somehow different this time. Like you were reacting to something much different than what you normally dealt with.

The last of your tour group were exiting the building when you finally made it all the way down, breaths heaving and shaky as you momentarily braced yourself against one of the cold stone walls. You frowned down at your wobbly legs, bemoaning your lack of athleticism.

Most of the staff had already left. The majority of the work done in the Hold was either in the mornings or on the weekends, so on days like this the only people left at this hour were you and the security guards that patrolled the grounds. Tubbo was going to pack up soon, probably in about thirty minutes, so you had to be fast.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the electricity in the air when you barged down into the cellar-turned-staff room, complaining about the freezing air temperature as you slipped into the changing room.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the droplets of blood dotting the floor as you padded to your locker, checking the time once more with a harried expression. The soles of your feet were stained red, leaving sticky, bright footprints like a breadcrumb trail behind you.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the figure floating behind you until it was too late- until your hind-brain was screaming at you to run, to hide, to do anything but stay here. 

You could ignore a lot of things, but not your instincts when they were this insistent. Which is why, when the air behind you chilled in an upside-down facsimile of body heat, you finally recognized the storm brewing.

Your body went as still as the grave when you made eye contact with it in the reflection of your phone, breathing shallow. Your heart felt like a bird bludgeoning itself against the cage of your ribs, broken and bloody, and you whimpered softly when it blinked.

Turning slowly around, your breath halted completely when you came face-to-face with that of a corpse. There was no way that the thing standing- floating- behind you was human, although it took the shape of one. 

It’s skin was grey and lifeless, flickering with an inner light. It’s eyes were a pupil-less, pure white that glowed in the room’s shadows. It’s clothes, a loose ruffle shirt and thick woolen pants, were tattered and torn. The shredded edges swirled around it as if buoyed by an invisible wind.

For some reason, it seemed oddly familiar.

But most importantly- most horrifyingly- was the dagger sunk deep within its chest, covering the entire front of its shirt with crimson, viscous blood. As you watched, frozen with a mixture of shock and terror, small drops of it dripped onto the floor and landed with a spatter.

It inhaled, the sound rattling in its ruined lungs, before speaking. If you had to liken what its voice was, it was like the whistling of wind through the Hold’s ruined towers; the sound of the tree leaves rustling, the sound of the beeswax candles guttering.

“Hello.”

You shrieked.

The ghost, because that’s what it was, a goddamn ghost- winced, drifting slightly further away. “Ah. That is… not ideal.”

Half-convinced you were about to pass out, you braced yourself on your locker door, curling up like you were considering shoving yourself inside to escape this entire situation. You actually might, if it got any closer.

It raised its bloodstained hands out in front of itself placatingly, grimacing. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You looked at it, caught in the middle of taking another shuddering breath to scream for help. “Do you expect me to believe that?”

The ghost sighed, which was weird now that you thought about it because it didn’t need to breathe. It smiled awkwardly, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was nervous. “... Hopefully?”

“You’re doing a terrible job at convincing me!” you laughed hysterically. You were kind of starting to hyperventilate at this point, and if you didn’t stop you were going to pass out. The ghost seemed to agree.

“You need to calm down.”

You glared at it. “Thanks.”

It hesitated for a moment. “This is… not how I wanted this to go.”

“How else could this have gone?!”

Pausing, it seemed to be thinking for a moment. You took the time to begin to edge out from your spot, angling for the door. If you moved quickly enough, you might be able to make it out of the building with your life intact.

“You have a point,” the ghost mused. Before you could blink, it was right in front of you again, pale lips curving into a grin. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”

Oh.

You froze, heart leaping into your throat. You realized why it had seemed so familiar, why its appearance had niggled at the back of your brain. The ghost’s visage was a haunting echo of that shown in the same painting you’d seen over and over again for the past few weeks.

The sharpness of its smile, the secretive cast to its face, the way in which it dressed- down to the last detail, you realized. Ghosts are the spirits of the dead, back to walk the earth once more.

“Hello,” Eret Herobrine said, taking your hand in her own. The sensation was weird, to say the least. It was similar to when you would stick your hand out of the car window and feel the wind pushing at it like a physical barrier.

This was like that, but in the shape of a hand.

You shivered as they pressed a chilled kiss to your skin, feeling the curve of their grin like a physical brand.

“Eret,” He murmured, pallid eyes locked on your own. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

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[aike-pandas]

Hi, I’m guessing requests are open? If so, can you write about c!Techno slowly becoming best friends with the Reader (considering he invited her to the Syndicate without knowing much about her, just that she was “wise and strong” and stuff, so they weren’t close at all beforehand)? [Platonic :D] [also sorry if its too specific haha]

Sweet! Of course I'll do it <3 also don't worry sweetheart it isn't too specific ^^

Slowly melting like gold

[Technoblade x GN!Reader] → Platonic.

*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.

Although he was indeed the reason you met and joined The Syndicate, he didn't know pretty much anything about you. He did saw that you were closer to Phil and Ranboo though, so he got interested on you. Plus, he saw you carrying Tommy and Tubbo once —you were trying to stop them of making chaos— so he had to try and test your force too.

That's what he told Phil at least, but in pure honesty, he had no clue why did he wanted to meet you more.

But Phil encouraged him to friend you, so... Let's see intent number one:

He walked down to your location; The Greater DreamSMP. You were looking from far away at Ponk and Foolish talking, something seemed apparently wrong, and didn't notice the "tall" (has to use platforms to reach 6ft tall) reaching out to you.

“Y/n.”, he called you out, making you slightly jump in your place. “Oh! Hi Techno”, you smiled at him, getting up from the stone walls you were sitting on. “What brings you here, "Mr.Blade"?” you asked with a grin on your face. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit when he heard the nickname you called him for. “Nothing extraordinary, just wanted to pass by.” he shrugged it off. You titled your head, humming with curiosity. “Only that?” you asked, not believing that the pig man would have gone out from his comfort zone to be in a place full of drama. “I mean, yes, why else would I be here?”. He regretted his words as soon as they came out of his tongue. He could see your bad-hided pain from his words. “I see, well, I gotta go Techno, nice to talk to you.” Techno wanted to hit himself in that moment, but he panicked.

Well, that one didn't work. He refused to get out of his house until he had a good plan to friend you. Phil watched him, shaking his head in disbelief. If only Techno knew it was easy for him to friend you.

But oh well, let's not throw his work down. Time for intent number two!

He was decided this time, you had accepted meeting him in the Syndicate room.

He couldn't lie, he was nervous even though he didn't show it. He was terrible with words (even of he had an English mayor), but he had make some friends still, why was so hard to have you as a friend?

He saw the door open itself, letting show your figure trough it. You smiled at the pig man in front of you. “Hello there, Techno”, you greeted him, sitting on your chair. “Hello.” he greeted back, mimicking your action.

Silence fell awkwardly between you two for a couple seconds, until you decided to break the tension. “So, Techno, why did you decide to meet me here?” you played with the little flower on the table, waiting for the anarchist's answer.

Techno, however, didn't really expect the question. And now he was more nervous to be there with you. Why was it so frustratingly hard? He did try, but now he wasn't sure.

“I... Um...” he sighed as the words wouldn't come out of his mouth. “Tech? You're alright?” you questioned him, truly worried about his strange behaviour.

“'m fine...” he mumbled under his breath, not really trying for you to hear. “It's just... Harder than what I thought.”, “What exactly?”.

You saw his black pig eyes dodge your view. He couldn't really look directly at you in that moment. “...Just wanted to friend you...” he whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear. You smiled at him, “so that's what everything was about?” you chuckled at his expression, you really didn't expect for the blood god to be this sweet.

“Awe, Techno” you cooed happily. “I thought you would write a letter for his those of things since you are not good with words when you have to talk face to face.”

He turned slightly red in embarrassment. “Shut.” which only made you chuckle. “I do want to be friends with you btw”, your words only made him look at you with shiny eyes.

Guess third time didn't have to be the charm this time.

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× Hope you liked it! Feel free to request anything you want as long as it follows the rules!

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Mortal of Gold - Part 3

(Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Anyone want my list of the characters as gods? There were a few characters that I couldn't think of like Ponk, so I just left them out. ANYWAY. Hi, how's it going? ALSO I CANT EDIT THIS DAMN POST AND THE SPELLING ERRORS ARE SO IRRITATING

Part 1 Part 2 TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered Send me a message via inbox if you wanna be added to a general or series tag list. Make sure to turn off anon, please. ------- “They weren’t born… A mortal?”

A light wind brushed over your features, causing you to give a small sigh and roll over onto your side in an attempt to block the light from hitting your lidded eyes. It was nice and quiet for once… “(Y/n)?” A distorted voice echoed softly, causing you to flinch a bit. You opened your eyes slightly to see a silky blackbird sitting on the sheets beside you, a few golden trinkets laying beside it. Upon seeing your eyes slide open, the creature hopped up onto its legs and began making soft cooing noises, “(Y/n)! (Y/n), you’re awake!” Glancing around at the surroundings you had been placed in, racking your mind for any sort of familiarity but failing to come up with anything at all, even who you were. You sat up, slowly brushing your fingers along your ombre silk clothing before putting your hands on the sheets below your body, frowning as you didn’t recognize the bed as yours. “Hello…” You murmured softly, reaching your hand out to the crow who eagerly jumped forward to nuzzle your hand. The feathers of the bird felt… Odd. They felt more like grabbing at misty fog, but with a light staticky cotton texture that caused a buzzing sensation on your fingertips, “I’m sorry, my memory… Seems to be a tad faulty… Could you tell me your name?” “I’m Chat, Dadza- er… Philza’s familiar! I was a gift from Mumza, oops... Kristen, the Goddess of Void and Death.” It chirped, its voice having multiple layers in your head, causing you to shake your head a slight bit, “No, they’re not married, only parental figures to the souls that pass on to the afterlife or those they saved sometime before they passed on… I believe they have more of a co-worker relationship.” You nodded slightly, pursing your lips at how the creature’s voice sounded in your mind. It was unsettling and caused shivers to crawl up and down your back, but at the same time, it was incredibly calming and had a soothing aura. How that worked, you had no clue whatsoever. Brushing off the unsettling voice of the bird, you decided to focus on the name that caused a light to go off in your head, “Alright… Philza… I think I remember that name…” “Yeah! Dadza- Eck… Sorry. Phil, he’s the God of Survival and Crows! He controls not only every crow in the mortal land, but he also controls whether or not someone will survive a situation. If there is no way that the mortal can survive, he will send a crow down and have them guide the soul of the mortal to him! Then he escorts them to Kristen! He has gained the name Angel of Death because he works for Mumza!” You decided not to question why the crow called Philza and Kristen Mumza and Dadza, knowing that you’d probably find out later, but by the sound of it Chat seemed to be multiple children, “Okay… Makes sense…” You mumbled slowly, nodding your head up and down. With a sigh you slowly brought your legs over to the side of the bed, only now becoming aware of how large the soft mattress was. Lowlands! (Hell) You could probably fit six people who were ten feet tall in it with room to roam! Pushing yourself off the bed, you also realized how high the beautiful bed was off the floor, Gods, whoever lived here was tall! Behind you, you heard a small chirp, and you saw Chat watching you curiously. With a small shrug, you decided to pick the familiar up and hold it in your cupped hands as you walked out the door, “Oooh! Dadza never carries us like this, and Technoblade does only when he’s about to yeet us out a window!” “Yeet?” You scowled in confusion as you walked through the arched doorway, your bare feet padding silently on the quartz flooring, “I'm scared to ask. Technoblade? Is he also a god of some things? He sounds familiar as well…” “That’s its word for throwing something. Well, it yells the word when they throw something or get thrown, so I assume it’s yelling in excitement,” A deep voice spoke from in front of you, causing you to gasp and lift your head from the crow. The telepathic chirping and squeaks from Chat in your mind quickly formed the name Technoblade, so… You had a feeling that your answer was on its way past his

lips, “I’m Technoblade, or Techno, the God of Blood and War. It’s… nice to see you finally awake…” He shifted awkwardly on his feet as you curiously studied him. His appearance could certainly be described as godly if anyone asked you. His long pink hair was mostly twisted and tied into a braid with bits of golden chain and a polished golden crown adorned with rubies, garnets and diamonds. Upon his pale skin, dozens of scars of varying sizes decorated his skin in different areas, but they were displayed in an almost proud manner. Almost. When he spoke, his dark pink eyes hidden behind cracked glasses searched your form for any sort of injury, “I’m… (Y/n)... I think. I don’t know if this bird is exactly trustworthy in its information… Do you know where I am?” Techno snorted as Chat gave an offended squawk at your statement, “That’s very fair, to be honest. You’re in the Tundra of the Upperlands, and this is my palace. No there is no snow, I believe the person who named this place has never looked into the name or word Tundra, but it’s been like this for too long to change it-” He paused for a moment as he noticed you looking extremely confused, “Ah. Right. Desert. Don’t worry about it.” “Oh… Okay…” You frowned at the tusked male for a moment before shaking your head, deciding not to question it much, “Now, uh… How did I get here, and why don’t I remember anything about myself? Or, about you and this Philza guy, I was told about.” You lifted Chat slightly toward Techno as a silent indication that Chat was the one who told you about Phil. “That’s uh… Phil’s field of expertise.” He rubbed the back of his head with his black-tipped fingers before adjusting his crown, “I don’t understand much of what happened, and Phil will tell you what you need to know that will keep you safe.” Hesitantly, he held his free hand out towards you making you realize that he was easily over seven and a half feet tall, “C’mon, I’ll take you to him and get you the answers you need.” His hand was extremely steady, you noticed as you stared down at it cautiously. Once you noticed that he didn’t seem to want to do you harm, you slowly shifted Chat into one hand and used your free hand to take the one extended to you, which you couldn’t help but notice, made Technoblade very happy, “Okay. Thank you.” The god held your hand in his calloused one for a few moments before beginning to lead you down the tan and white hallways that were turned a light golden hue from the rising sun. It was quite a long walk filled with a slightly uncomfortable silence, but you distracted yourself by looking around the palace curiously. It was obvious he was the God of War by how many swords hanging on walls and sets of armour he had placed on armour stands in the hallways. Eventually, he walked you through an archway that led into a wide-open room with multiple windows that had many crows perched on the windowsills, some chirping and singing some little tune in perfect unison while others shuffled around, seeming to do a little dance. You were quick to realize the whistling of one of the birds didn’t match up and noticed that it was coming from the man with the large white and green striped hat as well as massive black feathered wings dangling on his back, fluffing themselves up every so often. When you and Techno stepped in, the blackbirds started chirping loudly, losing the rhythm of the tune the winged man was whistling as Chat started telepathically squealing about… 2/4? Two out of four what? “Ah!” The hat-wearing male turned around and clasped his hands together upon seeing you standing up, “(Y/n), you’re awake. I was worried the injuries you sustained were enough to keep you out cold for a few more weeks. I’m glad to see I was wrong. I’m Philza, God of Survival and Crows, and I see you’ve met Chat and Techno. Pesky bird, I told it not to wake you...” You pursed your lips for a moment, analyzing the shorter god as the bird squealed out its protests. While he was shorter than Techno, he was certainly tall, standing roughly around six feet tall, his wingspan

probably double that for each wing! His blonde hair was long around his face but was pulled into a loose braid like Techno’s was, although instead of gold intertwined into his hair, it was silver. His outfit was made up of a loose green shirt and black pants, with a red heart-shaped pendant dangling off of a chain into the center of his chest. Why did that pendant… Look familiar? You slowly rose your hand up and clasped at the pendant around your neck, noticing how Philza smiled softly, “Technoblade… Said you could tell me why I can’t remember anything?” “You’re still wearing my gift, I see,” Philza gave a soft hum as Chat jumped from your hand and onto his shoulder, before gesturing for you and Techno to take a seat where he already had drinks and some form of cakes set out, but they certainly weren’t there when you came in. Upon seeing your confused blinking, he gave a soft laugh, “I’m a god, mate, magic is no difficult task for me, let alone creating some measly tea and desserts. Now, sit down and I will tell you everything…” - General - None Mortal of Gold -@generalalmond @binas-idea-vault @ohworm-writes

[ray-ray-writings]

Better Than a Dedicated Chicken-Technoblade

One of you lovelies requested a Part two to A Dedicated Pig… So I hope I did it justice!! I hope you enjoy!! 

Part One! Part Three! Part Four

  my masterlist here

This is a Techno x gn reader in the Dreamsmp! This will not 100% follow what actually happened at the festival

Y/N gets to see Techno again thanks to the upcoming festival in Manberg.

Y/N’s POV

“A festival?” I questioned the young boy that stood in front of me. Tubbo grinned and nodded motioning to the invite in my hands. “Yeah! Schlatt thought that it would be a great idea! He said it would be a celebration of Manberg and democracy.” I subtly rolled my eyes at that, but nodded with a sweet smile at the boy. “There’s going to be games, food, and drinking for those of age. Niki is going to help cater, as I’m sure you’ll find out soon since she’s going to need extra supplies.” I hummed and nodded once more. “Sounds fun Tubbo” “So you’ll come?” Tubbo asked excitedly. I giggled and ruffled the young boy’s hair, “Of course Tubbs. I can’t wait.” Tubbo let out an excited squeal before wishing me goodbye and running away. 

I chuckled at his excitement before turning and closing the door. I pinned the invite to my food chest so that I would see it and not forget. I spent the next few hours taking care of things around the farm. If what Tubbo said is true, I would need to be prepared to feed basically the entire server. As I collected the eggs from the chickens, a knock sounded on my front door. I was slightly confused, but figured it was Niki coming to inform me about catering the festival. I was wrong. 

“Technoblade” I uttered in surprise, “What are you doing here?” I questioned. Techno gave me a half shrug, “I wanted to see you…” He answered, entering my barn as I moved out of the doorway “Also Tubbo said he had something for me and asked me to come to Manberg to pick it up.” He answered, waving his hand around. In his hand was an invitation identical to mine. “You got invited to the festival,” I observed. I was a little surprised seeing as he was currently helping Wilbur and Tommy. “Yep,” He said, popping the p, “And I see you were as well.” “Well I would hope so considering I’m a citizen of Manberg”

Techno chuckled at my answer, shaking his head at my words, “Oh yeah, forgot about that part.” The two of us chuckled together about his momentary forgetfulness. “I was just collecting eggs from the chickens, do you want to help?” I asked, motioning to where the chickens were housed. “Sure,” Techno answered. I gave him a smile before turning on my heel and walking toward the chicken coup. 

“Girls, this is Techno,” I stated out loud as I introduced the chickens to my friend, “He’s here to help. Be nice.” I demanded, giving them a playful glare. The chickens glanced at me, clucked, and went back to what they were doing. Techno let out a chuckle at my words. I couldn’t help but blush at the sound, I guess it would be kind of silly, hearing me talk to the chickens. I cleared my throat before moving back toward where my basket sat, half-full of eggs. 

“So basically, for the most part, the girls will let you take their eggs without a fight. They’ll get up and reveal the egg to you so you can grab it. If she doesn’t, just reach under her and grab it. They may cluck angrily, but they’re all cluck and no peck.” I explained, picking up an egg from a nest. Techno gave me a dutiful nod before turning to a nest and pulling out an egg. 

The two of us worked in a comfortable silence, broken occasionally by an angry cluck causing both of us to chuckle. More than once I felt Techno’s stare on my figure. I would look up and meet his eyes and he would then immediately look away and go back to picking up eggs, a subtle blush on his cheeks. It made me smile and blush as well. 

As I placed the last egg in my basket, Techno cleared his throat, “Um. There’s something I want to ask you.” He stated nervously. I set the basket in a safe location before meeting Techno’s eyes, “What’s up?” I questioned, placing my hands on my hips. “I was wondering… If maybe… You’d want to go to the festival?” He asked. I furrowed my brow in confusion, “Yeah I want to go to the festival! Tubbo said Niki was catering so I’ll be there to help with that…” I answered, very confused at his question. Techno let out a little laugh confusing me even more, “No… Um… I meant do you want to go to the festival… with me.” He explained. “Oh,” I squeaked, “Like a date?” I pondered. “Like a date,” Techno confirmed, nerves lacing his voice. I didn’t have to think about it at all, “I would love that!” I exclaimed with a grin. 

Techno’s face instantly lit up as a grin overtook his face. “Oh, awesome! I didn’t expect you to say yes,” He admitted. I giggled at his confession, “Well I did and now I can’t wait.” I beamed. “Okay, so the day of, do you want me to pick you up or just meet you there?” He asked. I let out a hum, thinking for a moment, “We can just meet there because I’ll have to help Niki set up and then we can go from there? So I’ll just meet you at the food table at, say, 3?” Techno gave me a smile and nod, “Sounds good” I grinned at the pink haired man’s words. 

Suddenly, a knock sounded at my door once more, breaking us out of our bubble. “Who’s that?” Techno questioned. I picked up the egg basket and carried it out of the room as the two of us made our way to the front door, “Not sure. But it’s probably Niki.” I informed the pink haired man. He let out a hum in acknowledgement. “Okay. I’m going to stay here until you’re sure though. I’m still not really supposed to be here.” I let out a giggle, but nodded. 

I set the eggs down in my kitchen before moving to the door. I swung it open and sure enough, there stood my best friend. “Hey Niki!” I greeted loudly, moving out of the way, letting her in the barn. “Hey Y/N” Niki greeted me back, a little bit confused by my loud tone. Her unspoken question was answered when Technoblade walked out from his hiding spot. “Hi Niki.” He also greeted the girl. “Oh! Hello Techno.” She greeted in surprise. I had told Niki all about how I had met Techno. She was a little weary at first, but once I told her more, she became supportive. 

“It was great seeing you guys but I’ve got to get back to Pogtopia as I’m really not supposed to still be here.” Techno confessed, “I’ll see you guys at the festival though, yeah?” Techno asked, staring straight at me. I gave the man a soft smile and gentle nod, “Yeah. I’ll--We’ll see you there” I stated, quickly correcting myself. “Yeah, we’ll see you there.” Niki teased, stressing the we in the sentence. Techno gave us both a nod before he left out my front door. It was silent between me and my best friend for a moment before Niki broke it, “So the festival huh?” 

*Time skip to the festival*

I let out a sigh as I set down the last crate of cookies on the food table. I had helped Niki bake and bring all of the food items that Schlatt had requested at the festival and now it was time to sit back and enjoy the festival. “Hey,” a familiar voice greeted me from behind. I turned around and smiled at the man. “Hey,” I greeted Techno back. “You look really nice,” He complimented, rubbing the back of his head, a faint blush on his cheeks. My cheeks also flushed as my hands smoothed down my outfit. I had purposefully worn the outfit I felt the cutest in with hopes of impressing Techno on our date. “Thank you. You do too.” I complimented back. Techno gave me a soft smile before extending his hand to me, “Shall we,” I giggled and took his hand, “We shall,” 

The two of us walked around for a bit, talking about life, munching on snacks, and just looking at the pretty decorations. Our conversation was cut off by a voice announcing that the dunk tank was now open for business. “You want to go dunk some nerds?” Techno questioned, looking over to the minigame. I giggled at his phrasing, but nodded in agreement. 

Ponk sat in the tank first. It took a few tries, but he was eventually dunked causing him to scowl. Niki was next. I laughed loudly as she brought herself up for air. Niki playfully threatened to hug me if I didn’t shut my mouth. Her words simply made me giggle even more. Then to my surprise, Techno volunteered to sit in the tank. Everyone missed their shots. I couldn’t tell if it was because they had bad aim or were just too nervous to dunk the Blood God. I, however, was not scared of the Blood God’s wrath. 

There was a huge gasp as I hit the button, submerging the pink haired man. Techno slowly rose up from the water. His head lifted from looking down at the water as he made eye contact with me. “Oh you’re so going to regret that,” Techno claimed with a playful glare. “Bring it,” I challenged, not at all threatened by the man’s demeanor. That being said, I had no idea Techno had a trident with channeling on it. So I was in for a surprise when the man suddenly appeared in front of me, staring me down. 

Everyone was silent at the interaction. Most probably thought they were about to see me lose a cannon life. But I knew better. “Don’t you dare.” I muttered to the pink haired man. Techno said nothing, he only gave me a grin. In one swift motion, Techno had wrapped me up in his arms, swinging me around. “Hey!” I cried out, “You jerk! Now I’m all wet!” I claimed with a pout. Techno let me go, the grin still not leaving his face. “You asked for it. You told me to bring it. Consider it brought.” I rolled my eyes, but laughed. “You know what. You’re right.” “I always am.” 

After drying off, we moved on to our next minigame, boxing. I had opted out of actually participating, but that didn’t stop me from standing around the ring cheering on the others. Tubbo surprisingly won against Quackity. Schlatt not so surprisingly won by cheating against Fundy. Techno, once again, surprising everyone by participating in the games. Tech was disappointed when he found out that they would be fighting without weapons. He took a moment to collect himself away from everyone before he came back to fight Fundy. We all watched in amazement as Fundy went down in just three simple hits. 

I giggled as Techno found his way back to my side, gloating about his victory. As he got closer, I noticed dark red circles radiating from the man’s body, causing me to giggle harder. “Quite the amazing amount of strength you got there.” I mumbled to the man, reaching up and grabbing his hand, intertwining our fingers. Techno looked down at me with a raised eyebrow, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” The grin that plastered itself on his face told me otherwise. I rolled my eyes with a soft smile before leaning up on my toes and planting a cheek to Techno’s cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute” 

For the next half hour or so, everyone hung around the snack table. There was lots of laughter, snacking, story swapping, and drinking as the whole nation gathered together. The sun began to set, causing Schlatt to announce it was time for the speeches. Schlatt gave his speech first, thanking everyone for coming and how great the nation was now that he was in charge. Quackity’s speech followed along the same lines. As the moon rose, Tubbo took center stage. He delivered a very heartfelt speech about democracy and how we could build Manberg to be bigger and better. 

“And now, Technoblade has prepared something special to show us.” Tubbo said, motioning down toward where the two of us sat. I furrowed my brow in confusion. He didn’t tell me he had something special. Techno squeezed my hand in a silent form of comfort, before letting go of my hand. Techno took out a crossbow, but it wasn’t a normal crossbow. In place of the arrow that usually sat in the nock of the bow, a firework took its place. Techno aimed the crossbow to the sky and shot it. 

Loud gasps and murmurs fell over the crowd as all eyes were trained on the rocket hurtling toward the sky. An explosion sounded as bright bursts of colorful light lit up the sky. I hadn’t seen fireworks in so long. I almost forgot how beautiful they were. One after another, Techno shot them into the sky. Beautiful and unique patterns I had never seen before filled the night sky. I really wish Tommy and Wilbur could have seen this. 

“Last one,” Techno called as he loaded up the final firework into his crossbow. A disappointed groan escaped the lips of many, including my own, SMP members. The rocket flew through the sky before exploding. But instead of a pattern like the rest of the fireworks had been, this one was words. My jaw dropped as I read the words that were written in the sky. “Y/N. Will you be my partner?” My head snapped to find a nervous Technoblade already looking at me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the moment we met. You weren’t afraid of me and you gave me a chance to show you the real me. I’ve had an amazing and fun time tonight and I would love for you to be my partner.” Techno admitted softly. 

I couldn’t help myself. I lurched forward, wrapped my arms around Techno’s neck, and brought him down into a soft kiss. Around us, the members of the server burst into applause. I pulled back ever so slightly from the kiss, “In case you couldn’t tell. I had an amazing and fun time tonight too and I really, really like you.” I whispered gently. Techno grinned at my confession, “Does that mean it’s a yes?” “I think you know it is.” “I think I know so too.” Techno proceeded to close the small gap between us, kissing me once again. 

“You know?” I said, after pulling back again, “Between sneaking into Manberg to see me, collecting eggs with me, cheating in minigames to impress me, and using fireworks to ask me out… I guess I could call you one dedicated pig.” I teased my new boyfriend. Techno playfully scoffed at my words and rolled his eyes, “You know what? It’s better than being a dedicated chicken trying to kill you,” he teased back, poking at my sides causing me to giggle. “You got me there… You got me there” 

There you have it! I hope you enjoyed! If so be sure to leave a like! Maybe even a reply or reblog telling me what your favorite part was!! Until next time!

[cheerstoicarus]

Illegal’s So Fun- Part 1

Coffee With Cream And Sugar: For 🍭 Anon

Pairing: Karl Jacobs & Sapnap x reader

Fanfic streetracer AU with Karl Jacobs, Sapnap, and gn reader

A/N: Ty for ordering, 🍭 anon! I really hope you enjoy, sorry it took so incredibly long, and I hope I sort of got this right! If not I’ll gladly redo it >:D

Mondays were the best day of the week.

Well, Mondays and Wednesdays.

And Fridays, of course.

Why?

Because, on those three weeknights, Sapnap got to street race.

In their bustling modern city, only a few miles from L’Manburg, Sapnap hung out with his gang. No, not like a “we kidnap and murder people” gang.

A street racing gang.

And, a friend group.

True, street racing in their city was just as illegal as a ”we kidnap and murder people” gang.

It was just more fun.

This is what Sapnap thought as his car veered around the corner of SMP Street. He continued without looking back, only raising a hand out of his open window to shoot Dream the middle finger.

And there he was.

He had won.

Again.

Sapnap’s signature smirk crossed his face as he rose from his cushiony driver’s seat to open the car door and step out. His prized vehicle was a fiery orange, with flames perfectly painted the sides by their friends Niki and Ponk. Niki was a baker, sharing a bakery with their other friend Puffy, but she was an artist in her spare time. Ponk worked at a mechanic shop, which was perfect for Sapnap and his gang (thankfully Ponk didn't call the police on them when he first saw them street racing).

And it wasn't as if Sapnap and his gang were poor or something. They just had- as most men do- a thrill for adventure and breaking the rules.

And winning.

And gloating.

So, naturally, Sapnap whipped out his phone in front of Dream and began playing “industry baby” on Spotify.

Dream grumbled, getting out of the car.

“George!” He called to his boyfriend, another member of the gang.

George perked up. “Uh, it was…Sapnap.” He had recorded a replay tape by the finish line to ensure fairness.

Sapnap cackled. “Bro, you didn’t even need that! I was way ahead of you, Dream!”

The man in the mask waved a hand in dismissal and walked away, grumbling again, with George trailing behind him.

Just then, Karl (Sapnap’s boyfriend) raced up and captured his lips in a fierce kiss.

”How are you so good at this??” He gasped when he pulled away.

”Luck, and…a shit ton of practice.” Sapnap smiled, pressing a kiss to Karl’s forehead.

Quackity, the final group member, was quick to follow Karl over. As usual, he was holding a bottle of whiskey (which was why the rest of the gang usually didn’t let him race, as he had a habit for drinking.)

He hollered, “That was POGGERS, Sap! As always.” He added, which was very true.

Karl nuzzled into Sapnap. “Honestly, I think you’re the best racer in the gang,” he sighed, his voice muffled by Sapnap’s jacket.

Sapnap puffed out his chest. “Yeah, well, I try.”

He hugged his arm tighter around Karl.

“Love you,” Karl breathed.

“Yeah, love you too, sugarplum.”

God, their gang was the best.

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jesus i am S O sorry my dear 🍭, it took me wayyyy too long- promise i'll make more parts, I'm working on it for you my darling <3333

[aquarii-writes]

Memories (Foolish x GN reader)

Notes: heavily implied AFAB as well as Reader being given different variations of momma/mommy. This turned out a bit sadder than I intended fuckin hell

WARNING: Death, pregnancy/after birth

Genre: angsty

WC: 1,864

Memories meant the world to Foolish. The memory of meeting you, your first kiss, and when you first spent the night were ingrained in his head. They were everything to him; especially since one-day he knew you wouldn't be here again.

Though seeing you now with his son? This might be the most special yet. Your baby boy sat wriggling in your arms. His eyes had yet to open but Foolish could already guess that they'd be green like his.

The baby's skin was already shining a gold color once all the blood was wiped away from his body. Tears fell from Foolish's eyes as he got closer to you. Sweat lined your forehead but you couldn't have been more beautiful.

"Can.. can I hold him?" Your husband's voice broke as he spoke to you. With a gentle chuckle you allowed your husband to take the baby in your arms; your precious son.

Holding the bundle in his arms, Foolish swayed to try and get Jr to open his eyes. "Common buddy. Lemme see your eyes" Foolish cooed at his son.

Puffy attended to you. Your bleeding had yet to stop but so far it was normal, just needed a few stitches to patch everything back up.

Jr kept wiggling around in his father's arms. Poor thing just wanted his momma so he cried out for them. Jr's crying broke his father's heart, did the baby already not like him?

With a swift hushing Puffy pulled the baby boy away from his father and placed him back to his momma.

"Dad?" Puffy turned to her son, a curious look settled on her features. "Are they supposed to be this tired? I know birth is hard but-"

Puffy cut off her boy. "Everything (Y/n) is experiencing is normal bubs. They'll get their strength back in due time"

But that was nearly two months ago. You had suddenly grown weaker. Puffy couldn't find a reason nor could Ponk. The two of them checked you over and over yet still found no reason why you got so sick.

However your baby boy kept getting stronger. After you and Foolish were home and got back settled into a routine Jr quickly found comfort within his father's arms. Sweet thing was passed around between aunts, uncles, and grandparents but he would cry and scream towards everyone of them till he was back in your or Foolish's arms.

Though Jr seemed the sense that his momma was getting weaker. His glassy eyes would only stop when he found you.

Time seemed to work in Foolish's favor. He tried everything he could think of but nothing seemed to make you better. Till eventually just four months after Jr was born you started to finally get better.

So everything got better. You started to become yourself again and eventually the two of you had another child. A baby girl named Fin.

Jr was around a year and a half when his sister was born and the boy wouldn't stay still as he wanted to see you. Once everything was said and done Jr couldn't wait to see his momma and sister.

His jumbled sentences calling for Foolish to let him see momma. "Calm down we're gonna see momma" papa's chuckles made Jr smile. Once finally in the room Jr cuddled up to you and asked to see Fin.

Finley was wrapped in Jr's old baby blanket and small fins poked out from her head and back. Tiny little scales littered parts of her skin and looked like freckles. She looked more like a shark than a totem, but she was very much still Foolish's daughter.

A familiar worry bubbled up in Foolish's stomach. Would you get sick again like you did after Jr's birth? Birth will always be hard, but maybe it was easier this time now that Finley was a second baby.

Sensing his worry you waved for your husband to come over. "I'll be okay love-" the sweetness in your voice could've made him cry, "But incase something happens promise me that you won't neglect the babies. They will need their father"

Foolish's kisses lingered longer than he intended. Your two children were now asleep in your arms, but Foolish still worried. Your smile, albeit rather tired, was still bright.

"Can I hold her?" the line brought a sense of nostalgia. A gentle smile rested on your face as you held your daughter out to your husband.

"Of course my love"

Rain fell in waves as your daughter slept against her father. He held an umbrella over himself and Jr. The little boy didn't understand what was going on but kept crying that mommy wouldn't be able to get up if they were in the dirt.

While somber Foolish didn't let his tears fall till well after his children's bed time. Finny was only 4 months old and Jr was almost 2 a widow in just a matter of months.

The atmosphere was somber as Puffy picked up her grandson and attempted to explain that mommy won't wake up again, but just gave up in the end. Silent tears would just run down the rams face.

Foolish wouldn't leave your grave for a while. His arms numb from holding his baby girl but she was still asleep; it was only her whimpers to the cold and rain did he think to finally return inside.

Once the children were down to sleep did Foolish finally let out a sob. Heart wrenching cries filled the living room as he poured his heart out to his hands. You had written a letter before you passed and he couldn't bring himself to read it, at least not now. Not after he had to bury you.

Memories meant everything to Foolish, and he didn't think that he could forget you any time soon. Though he could still see you from these memories and from your letter and he could still physically see you in your children.

Jr had your hair though it was much darker while Finny had your eyes. Beautiful (e/c) eyes always shined through the little girls iris'. He could see you in how Jr acted and the way he touched his sister; always so gentle just as you had taught him to be. Finny would always reach for the things she knew were yours.

It just brought him to tears however Foolish knew new memories would be made with you still in them. Your beautiful eyes and personality will always be present in your children.

After a few years, once he got a handle of caring for two children on his own, Foolish finally opened your letter. Elegant script was written on the page.

'My Dearest Foolish,

If you're reading this then I've died. Whether it be not long after I write this or after a long life I am still dead, though I have a feeling its the former. How have our children turned out? I don't know if Jr will understand and Finley will have no memory of me... Does Finny still have my eyes? Is Jr still gentle with Finny? I know little boys can be so rough..

But aside from such please know that I love you. If I held the choice I would've stayed longer, but I'm on my last life. Maybe Lady Death could give me a pass? Maybe I could come back and see my babies? Oh if I continue thinking like this I'm going to cry..

I love you more than anything in this universe and I love our children all the same. I know that some day you'll find another to love, maybe it'll be me reincarnated? Just.. don't dwell on my death too long, if not for me for our children. Jr and Finny deserve to see their father happy.

I do hope that the both of them know I love them very much.. I know memories mean everything to you so please make new ones with Jr and Finny. Let me live on through them.

Forever with love, your dearest (Y/n)'

Tears fell on the aged parchment. It had been weathered before, presumably from your tears, but new wrinkles formed. Foolish has new memories. Your children did keep you alive within them.

Finny's eyes, while hers, were still yours. Her eyes shown just as bright as yours once did. While Jr is as gentle as ever with his baby sister. Snowchester was a new home for them all when you died, but it now means so much to the babies.

Foolish covered his mouth as he leaned over the coffee table. He didn't notice the tiny feet padding towards him. Finley's small hands gripped at her fathers fore arm. Big (e/c) pools stared into him.

Acting as though he wasn't crying Foolish dried his eyes and picked up the little girl. "What are you doing here sweetheart?"

"I got cold" Finny mumbled to her father and curled into him. Her scales had turned a golden color after you had passed. It was a shame you couldn't have seen how pretty Finny turned out to be, even at 5.

"Where's bubbas then?" evening out his tone Foolish sat back with Finny. The snow outside had started back up again to add a new layer to the landscape.

"Bubba is playing with Michael still. Mr. Tubbo and Mr. Ranboo asked if I wanted to come inside, but I wanted to play with you" Finny looked up at Foolish. She was tired and wanted a nap so she cuddled further into her father.

"Well you look pretty tired, sweets, how about we just go to sleep?" Finny shook her head no and stared at the open letter.

"Why were you crying daddy?" Finny's voice was quiet. Almost like she wasn't supposed to ask the question.

"Well... I was remembering mommy and reading a letter she gave me.." squeezing his girl, Foolish rested his head on hers. Jr nor Finny had ever really asked about their mother.

"What was mommy like? Mr. Ranboo says she was really nice before she went to sleep for a long time.." Finny played with the ends of her hair as she spoke to her father. Memories of you flooded his mind. The most prominent thing was how loving you were. You gave up all 3 of your lives for people you cared for.

"Well.. mommy loved you and bubbas very much. She loved a lot of people. Mommy was also very kind and helpful.. She would do anything to make sure people were happy-"

"Do I look like Mommy?" Finley gazed at her hands. The golden freckles that glittered her skin were something she had seen on no one else.

"You look a lot like mommy, Finny" Foolish lied through his teeth. She had your eyes but looked very similar to him over all. But if his little girl is happy then what of it?

Seemingly satisfied with her prodding Finny became silent again, and soon enough her little snores alerted Foolish to the fact that she was asleep.

I don't think I'll ever forget you (Y/n), but Finny sure won't let me try

[cirnodoeshit]

CONSTANT FEAR

In a nutshell, you are an enderdragon hybrid looking for your mom, whose taken by L'manberg, whilst meeting everyone in the SMP while not trying to be found out by your friends. Oh yeah, they suspect theres an enderdragon among them, so uh, good luck with that.

GN! They/them pronouns used. Descriptions of your character are occasionally implied but usually we’ll leave it up to you.

Most of the Dream SMP lore will NOT count here. There's some character personality changes like Dream not being a sadist.

The reveal won't come very.. soon. When we're heavy and deep into [Y.N] lore, the reveal that they are an enderdragon won't come soon.

Thought I'd mention, this will be sorta like a, "choose your own adventure" thing. The more notes a route has, (reblogs, replies DO NOT COUNT.) such as ex. interacting with hannahxxrose, that interaction becomes canon.

That Dream Team thing eggle posted? That's what their reactions would be if [Y.N] ended up on Sapnap's route.

Kate (me) handles stuff like this, and eggle writes.

taglist: @euph0ricmadn3ss @omnikinesisgobrrr @karlsjackbox

CHAPTERS:

None at the moment.

STATISTICS WITH EACH CHARACTER

You haven't met anyone from the Dream SMP or L'manberg yet.

(me and eggle are hoping this won't flop like a dead fish so reblogging > likes)

[reply or send an ask to join the taglist, limit 50]

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hi everyone your favorite bitch eggle here

i just wanted to let you know, i plan on adding more love interests. see the x reader tags? those are the people you can befriend. if you befriend one of them, say dream or sapnap, you would gain access to karlnapity or punz

while kate isnt looking.. ill put who you unlock after befriending one of them..

i know this ruins the surprise but im gonna forget whose on whose route

dreamwastaken: punz, technoblade, eret (ily), foolish

georgenotfound: hes completely by himself l o l but he does unlock dream xd if you get high friendship

sapnap: karl, quackity, slimecicle, jschlatt

wilbur: this man unlocks so many members, tommy (p), ranboo (p), tubbo (p), jack manifold, fundy, niki

bbh: skeppy, ant (p).

callahan: itsalyssa, hannahxxrose (unsure), awsamdude, ponk,

im sorry if i left anyone out, it was because i dont know them well enough to include on this list or i just forgot the member lol

reblogs > likes

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

Request Rules

"Are your requests open?" Yes usually! If not I will specifically state in my bio that they are closed. This will only happen if I am too busy with life, losing interest or away from proper internet connection.

I can write Polyamorous ships! As someone who is Polya, I'd be happy to!

This blog will be primarily composed of x readers, headcanons, maybe a few series and quick one-shot fics.

As of right now, I currently write for MCYT, RWBY and Seven Deadly Sins (Bit rusty tho so some things may be off).

I HEAVILY PREFER TO WRITE FEMALE READERS AND GN READERS. I have gotten told many times that my male reader fics are way too feminine so. This being said, there is a high chance that my GN stories may have some female pronouns sprinkled in by accident. I write many stories at once, so that's why. Please just send me an ask and be nice about it.

For future reference, I will not write anything that the mcyt creators are uncomfortable with. Such as shipping Ranboo, Tubbo or Tommy with anyone. MAJORITY OF MY FICS WILL BE IN THE DREAMSMP AU UNLESS STATED.

Please do not ask me to write for your OC or ask me to give the reader a specific description. That makes it no longer a reader and instead an OC. Although, if you give me a certain trait to write the story around, that is allowed. (i.e: reader with heterochromia/ two different colour eyes, certain hybrids, etc.)

I often forget TWs, which if I do for something severe please remind me, but I will NOT label everything. Such as saying "TW: Swears" in a Tommyinnit fic. We all know it's gonna happen. If you need a TW for that, watch a different streamer m8.

I love my angst.

Please. When giving requests, to make my life much easier, BE SPECIFIC. Headcanons or fic? Platonic or romantic? Content creator or Character? Dream SMP Au or another Au?

If I learn that one of my fics involves something that makes a creator uncomfortable, I will remove the fic.

MY PREFERENCE ON WRITING EACH CHARACTER

Tommyinnit, Ranboo and Tubbo - 7/10 not my favourite characters but I have gotten used to writing them. Strictly Platonic CC and VERY EXTREMELY light romance in character. (i.e: No kissing or saying ily, but cuddling/hugging/holding hands is okay.)

Dream, Bad, Schlatt, Eret - 7/10 I believe I can write them decently. This being said I don't have much experience. Schlatt is platonic out of character I believe? But because I'm not sure, I'm not taking risks.

George - 1/10 I don't really like George, in character and the streamer... He's too plain for me and I don't think I would be able to write a good story for him.

Technoblade, Ghostbur - 9/10 I love these men, lmao. Techno's hella fun to write and Ghostbur is literally an angst-loaded bullet pointed at someone's head. Out of character Techno is strictly platonic and will rarely be written.

Sapnap, Karl, Sam/Warden Sam, Fundy, Niki, Puffy - 4/10 I don't know them that well to be honest..??? But I do like their characters, so I will write them if requested to. Just give me a bit of time.

Philza - 10/10 LET ME WRITE THIS MAN I LOVE HIM. Out of character is also strictly platonic.

Wilbur - 5/10 I haven't really focused on Wilbur? I joined the fandom shortly after he lost his last canon life so. This being said, I do enjoy what I've read about him.

Quackity, Ponk, Purpled - 1/10 I don't know them and don't really watch their streams. Sorry.

I will not write: Non-con, incest, underage relationship, etc. Basic knowledge here.

Things I can write but need to be specified. Will be updated.

Depression is a common plot, and I can write it, but see the suicidal tendencies are iffy here. Some things I will write are "how would ___ react after their death" but won't specify it as suicide. Another very very iffy topic is self-harm. I won't write it actually being done. I can write "___ seeing scars/marks" but that's pretty much it.

I will not romanticize mental illness.

Some things I would be glad to write

Lover Scenarios

Yandere Characters

Soulmate AUs (Please be specific on which one)

Parental AU (Where Reader is a child found by ___)

Zombie apocalypse AU

Etc!

Please don't be shy to request!

[angel-anoetic]

heyyoo 🐌 anon here and i have come with another ponk request bc i love ponk and ur like the only person i know that writes for him also just so u know ur gonna be getting alot ponk requests from me so 👍. so ponk is building his hobbit hole but he didnt tell reader(gn)so reader is looking everywhere for him and one day reader sees ponk stealing from eret and reader just rUNS towards him and just like barrels into him and make him and reader fall down and then reader asks him where hes been and then ponk tells them and then they live happily ever after or whatever u feel like doing bc i dont really know what to do for the last part. but u better be drink and eating or else i will physically fight u also make sure ur taking ur meds if u take any also take care of urself :) <3

hihi 🐌 we need more ponk stories! no one writes for him and he's one of the best to write for so thank you! everyone listen to anon- drink your water, eat your food, sleep, and know we are proud of you <3

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c!Ponk x gn! reader - Miss You

genre: /rom, fluff

warnings: none!

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Ponk had never gone so long without stopping by. He always made sure that you knew where he was, as he understood that you got worried about those you cared about.

It had been three days since you had last seen him. The bed where you both slept was empty as you found yourself on the patio most hours in the hopes that he'd show up.

You asked Foolish, who hadn't seen him since the completion of the Supreme fridge. Sam hadn't seen him since the incident. No one could tell you where Ponk had run off to.

He wouldn't leave you out of the blue. He wouldn't go on some adventure without you. So where could he be?

Ponk on the other hand didn't see the big issue. He had been away working on his hobbit-hole, only coming near the main part of the SMP when he was in desperate need of materials.

He assumed you'd just find the note he left you before he left. Well, the note he thought he left.

About two weeks after constantly searching for them, you seemingly gave up and carried on with life, hoping he would eventually show up.

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Walking through the SMP on days like today always calming for you. You had visited Niki and Puffy, then stayed in the Community House for a little to enjoy some reading.

You made your way through Eret's castle when you heard some rustling from one of Eret's storage rooms. Eret wasn't home, they were currently in Snowchester on business.

You inched your way to the door, peeking around the corner. Someone was definitely going through the chests, muttering to themselves.

You took a better look and gasped at the person standing before you.

"Ponk!"

"Huh-" He looked up before being dragged down to the floor as you ran to hug him, the force too much for either of you to handle.

"Y/n! How have you been baby?" He smiled up at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

"How do you think?! You don't tell me where you've run off to then disappear for two and half weeks! I have been worried sick and I missed you so much." You buried your face into the crook of their neck, taking in what you had desperately missed for so long.

"You didn't get the note I left?"

"Obviously not my love." You laughed.

"Oh, well then I apologize. But if it helps, I want you to see what I've been working on!"

He helped you off the ground and you were off to his project. You could hardly believe that all this time he hadn't been that far from you.

"Never leave me for that long again dummy, please."

He grabbed your hand and kissed it softly. "Never, I promise."

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[angel-anoetic]

heyoo! i was wondering if u could do something with ponk (romantically) where reader (gn) helps him build the supreme fridge but reader falls while being semi-high in the air and kinda hurts their ankle and ponk helps em' also if it could be super fluffy and sweet that would be nice also pls eat or drink today and pls get enough sleep also can i be 🐌 anon if its not too much trouble

hello 🐌 anon!! finally some ponk action, i recently found there is NOTHING romantic for ponk at all :( thank you, i hope you are also sleeping/eating right, everyone listen to anon!! enjoy !!

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c!Ponk x gn!Reader - Helping Hand

genre: /rom, fluffy, c!Ponk

warnings: none! (let me know if i missed something)

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The last few days had been really something for you and Ponk. He had begun to work on the Supreme fridge for Foolish, something he had to do after losing a bet.

"Ponk please let me help more! I hate just waiting around Foolish's house while you work on this thing." You squeezed his hand softly. Convincing him to let you do anything besides sit around and wander through Foolish's abode.

"I just don't want you to get hurt darling. What if you fall? Then what?"

"You act like I don't have feather falling on netherite armor." You laughed.

Ponk gave you a smile and a side glance before rolling his eyes. "Fine," he groaned, "but if you get hurt I don't want to hear it."

You cheered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He hoisted you up into his back, piggy-backing you all the way to the construction site.

"Alright, so right now I have to work on the 'S' part..." He began towering up, you following closely behind him as he explained what you two would have to finish today in order to be done in time.

You and Ponk did work...for like an hour. Then you found yourself bored and burning up against the hot desert sun.

"Pooonk", you whined, "I'm tired. Are we almost done?"

"Love, we just started." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned against him as he made some minor touches to the area he was working on.

"I know, but I'm already bored. There's so much left to do and it's hot."

He hummed, not really listening to your words.

"Let's dance."

This caught his attention. "What?" He quirked an eyebrow.

"You heard me! Let's dance, c'mon, it'll be fun!" You smiled.

"Y/N, it's dangerous."

"You're so protective! Let's live just a little bit while we work. I promise I'll leave you to it as soon as you dance with me."

Ponk smiled, looking at the work that had yet to be completed. "Give me, like, ten minutes. Then I promise we can dance as much as you'd like."

You pouted but began to walk away anyways.

Until you missed a block.

"Shit!" Then you found yourself falling to the ground, not as fast as one might expect thanks to the feather falling on your boots, but nonetheless falling a good way up the build.

You hit the ground with a thud, landing on some sand that somewhat dampened the fall.

"Y/N! Crap I knew this was gonna happen!" He water bucketed his way down the build and over to where you sat laughing to yourself.

"This isn't funny! You could've died!" He shouted, making you laugh harder.

"I am fine Ponk!" You tried to stand but were met with a sharp pain in your ankle. Ponk rushed over and kneeled to your side and helped you up and over to a nearby bench.

"Let me see." He grabbed your foot carefully and started examining it. "I think you strained it...but it doesn't look too bad."

"Aww, doctor Ponk, what do you recommend? Does this mean no dancing later?" You smiled.

"Afraid so, but this does mean that we can stay home and cuddle!"

You both laughed. Looks like it was going to be a night in for the both of you. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[alecxcvc]

Chapter 4

THis chapter includes a short panik attack ig?

Tommy POV

The sun shines through his window, stroking his nose and cheeks. The blond boy tiredly opens his eyes and looks around his bedroom. His communicator still lays on his bedside table. A message pops up. It's from Wilbur. “Where you at Tommy? He lets out a big sigh. “in my house? What do you need Will?” seconds later a response poops up saying “come to my house, we need to talk.” Tommy really hopes that Will didn’t find out about the call last night. If he however did he’s so screwed.

His anxiety begins to raise, his heartbeat starts to rise, his hands begin to sweat, his breathing fastens. Thoughts race through his head, creating every scenario possible, most of them are really bad. The tall boy walks up and down in his room, debating with himself whether he should go or play sick.” He will surely visit me if I say I’m sick so that won’t help me out either. Shit. Mabey everything is fine and I’m just overre-“ ‘Knock, knock’ the banging on the door stopped his train of thoughts. Before he could go to his door it already opened “Hey Tommy!” Tubbo stood in front of his room with a big smile. “Will told me to get you on my way to him, soo here I am.” It took Tommy a few seconds before he realized who was standing in front of him and what the person said. “Oh…yeah hi Tubbo.” “Everything alright big man? You seem absent like you’re somewhere else with that brain of yours.” “Oh no everything alright! I was just deep in my thoughts.” Tommy reasoned trying his best to mask his anxiety and be as happy and loud as ever.

Tubbo had a key for Tommy’s house and Tommy one for Tubbo’s. The smaller boy would just walk in and knock on his bedroom door if he couldn’t find Tommy.

He gave Tubbo a small smile turned around and began to go through his drawer to find a hoodie. Tommy threw a red hoodie on and spun around to Tubbo. The two boys walked out of Tommy’s house and made their way over to L’manburg to meet Wilbur at the Caravan.

On their way to the van Tommy was once again deep in his thoughts while Tubbo told him something about how the bees are doing, at least he thinks that’s what it's about.

Wilbur wouldn’t talk to him about the call if Tubbo were with them right? What if Tommy is just overthinking and Wilbur doesn’t even know about it, he really hopes that’s true otherwise he would be fucked. But… why won’t he tell Wilbur about it? He would probably forgive him, but what if not… that’s quite possible. Since y/n broke out from their cell and escaped L’manburg he was a different person. He got angry due to the smallest mistakes whether Wilbur himself or other people made them. He ignored his son more than ever if that was even possible.

Yeah, he definitely would not forgive Tommy. Ok so he wouldn’t talk about the call in front of Tubbo, that’s for sure. So that means Tommy could be lucky.

Before the blond boy could continue his thought process Tubbo’s voice echoed through his ears which made him look up, just to see they were already at the van.

“Hey, Wilbur! What’s up?” Tubbo ran up to the tall brown-haired guy, while Tommy was a few meters behind.

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Chapter 3

I hope you like it:D this chapter shouldnt have any triggers i think. If you see any and want me to put a TW just tell me :)

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“Ok, do it.” It was silent, you could probably hear a needle fall down. Technoblade just stared down at you with the most confused look you ever saw on someone. He attempted to open his mouth a few times to say something but ended up closing it anyway. “Is he really that surprised? I mean everyone hates me, why would I care if I’m alive or not” You thought to yourself and silently let out a small laugh. Techno POV yk like focusing on him? “W-what did they just say? Are they serious? Is this person really that careless? They don’t care that I just threatened to kill them? Mabey they really said the truth but what if it is just a bluff? Why do I feel sympathy towards them now? Nothing makes sense right now.” He just stood there, lost in his thoughts. “Should I hold them hostage? I could try to contact Tommy and ask him about that. He would tell me right?” Suddenly he hears y/n begin to speak. He slowly turned his head towards them. “Look Techno, you can hold me, hostage, if you want to, I don’t care. Or you kill me doesn’t really matter.” They shrugged with their shoulders. The tall man searches for any emotions in the persons' eyes but he found…nothing. They’re empty, lifeless. “just decide what you do with me, it gets really boring sitting here and getting stared down by you. Such a creep. „they rolled their eyes at the last part. “Shut up I already know what I do, no need to get so mad.” He goes around the chair to the backside. He squats down and starts untying the rope. “Ok stand up. I’ll bring you to your room while you’re here.” Tommy POV in L’manburg ‘Ring, Ring, Ring’ “yeah yeah I’m coming.” Tommy stands up from his bed. He’s really annoyed. Today was not his best day, he constantly got yelled at by Wilbur because he had no trace of Y/N, and now someone calls him. He rolls his eyes and picks up without looking who it is. He starts to speak with an annoyed voice “Fuck man, this better be important, it's 10 p.m. what do you want.” “Hey, Tommy.” “Te-techno. Fuck sorry man I had a pretty shit day sorry I was so harsh.” “No Problem, don’t worry. I got a question, Tommy.” Tommy’s head shot up, now he’s interested. Usually, it's Tommy who asks questions. “Yeah, sure what’s up Techno?” “Is it true that someone escaped your Prison?” Fuck, how does he know?! Wilbur is going to kill him if he finds out about Techno knowing. “Uh…yeah…how do you know Techno and why do you ask? Did you find Y/N!?” “No, I didn’t Tommy.” The blond listens as Techno sighs heavily. What’s that about? “I just heard rumours and wanted to check if they were true.” “Oh yeah sure no problem Techno. See ya, I gotta sleep, it was an exhausting day.” “Okay, bye Tommy!” Rumours? Shit, shit, shit! Nononono, Wilbur can’t find out about that. It was supposed to be secret. A secret that was supposed to stay in L’manburg. “should I tell Tubbo? Normally I can trust him, so that should be fine. For fucks sake I should just go to sleep.” Tommy thought to himself. The tall blond boy slowly walked over to his bed and let himself fall into it. He closed his eyes and drifted away into a deep sleep.

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I don't need them anyways

A story I started some time ago and never finished, since I don't have any ideas for one-shots:,) also, chapters will get added to this list when I upload them

This story will probably not contain a relationship between techno and reader but there will still be some fluff between friends

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[aike-pandas]

How is dating...? Pt 5!

*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

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“Foolish”

☀️ So, another sweet bimbo bf.

☀️ He definitely calls you “Sunshine” or anything time-related thing.

☀️ He says “I love you” constantly, both verbal and with little things just like Wilbur; Tapping your shoulder or arm.

☀️ Big cuddle fan. That's it.

☀️ If something happens to you, oh dear he acts like a worried mother.

☀️ He charges you anytime he can. You're just so little to him! He needs to serve you.

☀️ Big boy knows how to cook. And this simp won't let you do all the cookings.

☀️ Flirty x Teasing = Him. I feel bad for you lmao.

☀️ Definitely showed you off with Sam and Ponk.

☀️ You definitely asked him once if he was dating those two as well.

☀️ His way of protecting you from others; grab you from your waist and took you away.

☀️ He loves clinging onto your chest to fall asleep.

☀️ Flirt with him and this man goes both super excited and super red.

☀️ Once he saw you interacting with his children he loose it. The man was giggling the whole time, he just loved the sight.

☀️ He did completely loose it the first time he heard you say “I love you” though.

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*Yeah, this is all I could think about C!Foolish that made sense and still had his personality. Extra fact; He totally made a twerk competition with you like he did once with Ranboo lmao.