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rkay07 · 7 months

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The Traveler

c!Technoblade x fem!reader

(I don't have time to put warning so read at your own risk I guess and this is an UNFINISHED fanfic so sowwy (:)

Word Count: 6.1k (that's a big number)

Living alone has its benefits, privacy, everything and anything is on your own time, and you don’t have to worry about anybody. At least almost anybody.

You were having some time up in your attic reading about potions, even though you’ve read that book about seven times already. You zoned out, staring off out the window. It took you a second but you came back and focused on the snow that was falling outside, you smiled at yourself knowing that you haven’t gotten fresh snow for a good couple days. Admiring the scenery, you stared off into the distance at the trees. Beautiful spruce trees, covered in white powder is something you couldn’t get enough of when you looked out from your house. In all the years you’ve lived here alone, you never took them for granted. You get up from your chair and stand in front of the window, opening up your view to the whole field of snow you had. You leaned on the window sill and closed your eyes as you felt the coldness from the glass pane kiss your face.

You grinned and opened your eyes. But as your eyes adjusted, you could see wrestling off to the side of the tree line. The tree branches tossed and turned with leaves falling from the disturbed sticks, you were eager to see what it was but you didn’t have a great view. So as fast as you could possibly go, you booked it for your ladder, sliding down and hopping over your stairs to get to your front door windows. You grabbed your bow and arrows as you flew through your room, setting up right in front of the tree that was still moving rapidly. Honestly, you weren’t scared but confused, you thought the thing was trying to get something out of the tree but what? There was no food in the spruce trees. It was very strange to you. You thought about it again and took a deep breath setting your bow and arrows down under the window. You unlocked your door and headed out onto the porch, you had your sword with you in case of an emergency.

The tree line was a great deal away from your house, 25 yards to be exact. As you slowly walked up to the forest you thought it might be your horse that had gotten lost a couple days earlier while you were hunting for rabbits in the same forest but he could have been anywhere. You got a few feet away from the forest when you heard murmuring like someone was talking to themselves so you held your ground, planting your feet in the snow and having your sword ready behind you. You hesitated to speak but then it stopped, the talking had stopped. You froze at the sound of silence, your eyes narrowed in on the trees, jolting at the slightest movement. You held your breath but your heart rate sped up, skipping a beat when a rabbit jumped out a little ways down the tree line. You focused on the place in front of you trying not to become impatient with the lack of noise. You took one step forward but a voice from beyond the trees' bold and thick vibrates your head, “Don’t.” It said. So you stopped, daring not to take another step for the sake of not knowing what’s back there. The voice speaks again but sounding softer this time, “I’m just passing through but I think I have something that’s yours.” You scrunch your eyebrow together, not really thinking of what this person might have.

You hear sticks crack and see branches move as the person steps closer towards you. You take a big breath and a single step back when you finally see what was talking to you, tall, short pink hair, and tusks. Wait, no, he’s wearing a mask but still tusks? Huge cape too, gosh he looked like royalty. You slid your sword back into its spot and straightened up, “Sorry.” Was all you could muster at the sight of him. He continued to walk out from the forest, making a path with his sword through the branches. He had a horse with him, it was walking behind him, slow and tired, it looked like it hadn’t rested in days. When the man finally got into a good spot off the tree line, he turned around and clicked his tongue, “Is this your horse?” Your horse came running out of the trees, bucking and trotting around the snow like he hasn’t seen snow in forever. You chuckled and smiled at the sight of your horse prancing around, “Oh my goodness, Rusty! Where have you been?” You glance at the man petting his horse and decide to walk over to Rusty, your horse.

When you got Rusty settled down you walked back to the man and stuck your hand out, “Thank you, sir.” He looked at your hand, finger tips red and cold from standing outside for a little too long. He took your hand and firmly shook it. His hand was warm despite it being frigid outside. You took your hand back and turned to look at your house and back to him, “This sounds odd but would you like something to eat? I just got done making some mushroom soup and I think your horse would enjoy hanging out in my barn for a little bit.” You gave him a weak smile and cocked your head. He looked over your shoulder towards your house and at the barn that was a bit farther away. He looked at his clock and finally back at you, “I don’t think so.” He started to walk off, every step going deeper into the snow. You press your lips together at his statement, “It’s the least I could do for you because you found my horse.” He shook his head and kept on walking but his horse stopped behind him. The man turned around to his horse and gave the reins a tug, signaling that he wanted to keep going but the horse had other plans. His horse turned around and walked back to you. He nudged your arm and rubbed his face against it, “How long have you guys been walking?” You tried to sound caring more than anything. He exhaled and walked to his horse, mumbling under his breath, “A day or two.” He took his horse by the reins and pulled him away from you. “Have you rested at all?” You ask, trying to look around his horse and at him. You could hear him murmuring to himself again, the same exact tone you heard earlier behind the trees. You could tell the horse was tired the moment you saw it and now questioning if he’s even rested for a straight day or two. You look at Rusty and signal him to go to the barn, he stomps his foot and trots off to the barn as you walk with the man and his horse.

“I think you would get to wherever you’re going faster if you rest for a couple hours.” You said quietly, wondering if he even heard you. It takes a couple seconds before the man stops in his tracks making the horse bump into him. The man turns around and faces you. Not prepared for you to be so close to him, he stepped back, “Fine. But when I’m done, I’m gone.” You smile and start walking to the barn.

You made a bowl for you and the man as he sat over at the table, you occasionally looked back at him sitting there very quietly. You hadn’t had another person in your house for a very long time and it felt weird but not uncomfortable. You grabbed the two bowls and took them to the table. You sat across the table from the man, you had so many questions and you didn’t know why. He probably didn’t know the answers to them anyway so you asked a more relevant question to break the silence, “So where are you traveling to?” You had looked up from your bowl but he didn’t, he kept his eyes on his bowl. Looking at it like it was going to be the last meal he was going to eat. You put your eyes back on your bowl and took a sip from your spoon, you were a little surprised, you had made the soup very good this time. You got a little excited because you got to share with someone else but you kept your cool and kept eating.

He looked up from his bowl and at you, seeing that you were eating the soup, that made him feel a little better about eating it but it was still questionable. His skepticism got in the way of him actually enjoying a meal with you, he couldn’t go anywhere without feeling like everyone was out to get him. He was looking at you longer than he should have, observing a person that he had never seen before. His eyes widened when he realized that he might have a crush on you, he immediately looked back at his bowl and started eating. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time he would see you. And next time wouldn’t be an accident.

He did what he said, he was gone when he was done. You watched from your porch as he galloped away on his horse, set off down the field and into the forest again. He was gone in a blink of an eye. You felt this warmth inside you that you had never felt before, you were outside on your porch in freezing temperatures and you felt warm, you thought you were going crazy, it was so unknown to you. You walked back inside and closed the door behind you. You sighed leaning against your front door. You thought about the man and buried your face in your hands, you never got his name. You were ashamed of yourself, asking where he might be going instead of asking him what his name was. You couldn’t believe yourself. You pushed off the door and started to walk to the stairs when you saw a napkin still on the table where the both of you ate. You picked it up to throw it away in the trash but it had writing on it, you couldn’t help but read it.

The name’s Technoblade but you can call me Techno, I’m headed off to the town a few miles from your house. If you don’t mind, I'd like to stop by your house again on my way back.

You smiled at the note and walked up to your room, happier than ever.

You waited for him to come back, you were excited to see him again but got a little worried when it hit the fourth day. You tried your best not to think about it like hanging out with Rusty and moving hay bales but it was hard not to.

You were outside when you heard trotting in the distance, a big smile was plastered on your face when you saw Techno on his horse. You stopped what you were doing and walked to your porch to greet him. You took your gloves off and set them on the thick railing of the porch and crossed your arms. You grinned as he slowed down. He got off and whispered to his horse, the horse pranced around finally making its way to the barn where it found Rusty eating some hay. He took one step onto the stairs but stopped, he looked across the field from where he came from and took a second to stare. You noticed he had a little more emotion on his face than last time, he looked worried. You pressed your lips together, “What’s wrong?” You asked, taking a step down. He closed his eyes and was still facing the field, he didn’t know how to put it but he wasn’t at all worried. He turned back to you, “Nothing.” A smile tugged at his lips but never seemed to form. You nodded your head and walked into the house, he followed close behind, closing the door to not let the nice warm heat escape the house.

It was colder than usual at your house so you had the fireplace going. Techno sat in the seat he sat in the previous time, staring at the fireplace. He couldn’t tell if the heat was coming from the burning wood or his blushed cheeks. To be honest, he was also delighted to see you again and he was hoping that he could spend more time with you and not just on this occasion. He liked the company, and knew you did too but he didn’t know if you liked him. He whipped his head towards you when he heard you speak, waiting to hear that lovely voice of yours for days. “So do you have family? Brother, Sister, Father, Mother?” He was caught off guard by your question, he thought about an answer, one that wasn’t so complicated. He didn’t want to lie so he only said the basics, “A Father, a wonderful Mother, and…” he paused, you thought you heard him sniffle but it was probably you. He rubbed his chin before he finished his sentence, “And a little Brother.” You smiled at yourself, knowing he had family made him seem not so big and scary but a lovable giant. You picked up the board of bread, cooked chicken, and two wooden plates and walked over to the table sitting in the same spot as last time. You notice that he took off his big cape, exposing the rest of his figure. You thought you were prepared to see but he looked too hot. He was wearing a tight wool long sleeve making his arms seem massive, and brown wool pants that looked comfy as clouds. You didn’t know if he knew what he looked like but if he didn’t you would show him one day.

It seemed like the both of you talked for ages but when Techno checked his clock, only three hours had passed. He wanted to hit the road but he didn’t want to leave you here all alone. He was tempted to ask you if he could stay the night but his mind quickly discarded it. When you saw him check his clock you knew it was time for him to go, you got up and stacked everything. You made your way to the sink, rinsing the board and plates off. You rinsed your hands, drying them off with a towel. You started walking back to the table but Techno was already sitting on your couch watching the wood pop and sparks flying in the air. A smile tugged at your lips as you looked at him, you walked over to the couch across from him and sat down. You looked at the fire mesmerized by its light, your gaze trailed off to Techno. Your eyes met his, that made heat rush to your cheeks and your eyes widened slightly. He had taken off his mask before you guys ate but his facial feature glowed in the light of the fire, you couldn’t help but stare.

He leaned back onto the couch, putting his foot on his knee and resting his arm on the back of the couch. You had to look away before you walked over to him and kissed the living daylight out of him. You grinned as you looked down at your hands, “You’ll be traveling in the dark if you don’t leave soon.” You sounded as if you were trying to convince not only him but yourself too. He nodded and tapped his leg. He knew he had to go but he was convinced that you liked him back. He didn’t want to push it though and tapped his leg again. He got up and walked over to you. He held his hand out and waited for you to take it, “Thank you for letting me stay.” You took his hand but didn’t expect him to pull you into his arm and hold you by the waist. You were starstruck looking up at him, he was so tall and muscular, at that moment you didn’t know what to do.

Your brain froze for a second from being so close, his body was at your fingertips. But you knew better if you wanted him to at least have some sun for his travels you would have to let him be for the time being, “Anytime.” He leaned down as if to kiss you but hugged around your waist, bringing you up on your tippy toes. You hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. He hugged you back even tighter when you did that, moving his hand from your back to the back of your shoulder basically strapping you against him. You felt safe, that was something you didn’t feel very often but with him you were never going to get hurt. You ran your fingers through his surprisingly untangled hair, you leaned back but he held you close. You chuckled, cupping his face with your hands, “Would you like to take anything for the road?” The words of your request slipped your mind but he took notice of your ‘mistake’. He opened his eyes and looked deep into yours, if looks could kill. He tucked some hair behind your ear, “You.” Your lips curled into a soft smile and butterflies formed in your stomach. You shook your head and patted his shoulder, not believing what he said, “I meant food, Silly.” You made your way back to the kitchen and he followed you, walking incredibly quiet, “And I meant you.” You shook your head once more.

He ended up not taking food but he did take some night vision potions you had and some fire resistance. He was impressed by how many books you had of, well, everything. From potions to cooking, from ruins portals to strongholds. He had mentioned earlier that he was the boredest man alive when he was traveling through the tree because he couldn’t go fast unless he wanted to hit a tree at 35 mph. So you gave him a book of his choice because you don’t like being bored yourself and that gives him a reason to come back but to be honest he didn’t need a reason to come back to you.

It was over two weeks until you saw him again. It was a relief to see him and his horse walking out of the forest and finally getting to have time with him. You weren’t letting him leave until you got at least one kiss. You leaned on the porch watching him signal his horse off to the barn, the horse trotted away behind the house but you kept your gaze on Techno. He kept his eyes on the ground for his own reasons, walking up the stairs and finally looking at you. He looked sad but smiled anyway. You smiled back at him as you cocked your head, tilting up when he got close to you. You blinked at him, you would never get used to his massive stature, you were tiny compared to him and you think he liked it. He moved some hair out of your face and behind your ear. He glided his thumb across the skin of your cheek, you were cold and hot at the same time. You closed your eyes as you melted into his touch, “We should get inside.” Your voice soft and shy. He was taken aback with the sudden change of appearance, he nodded and let you lead the way with his hand on your back.

You went to the kitchen as usual but he followed this time. He hung his cape and mask up and walked over to the counter that you weren’t using and leaned against it. Your back was turned to him but you knew he was staring, tracing your body with curiosity and affection. A slight smile appeared on his face as you turned to give him a bowl of beetroot soup, your shocked expression came across your face when your eyes met his. And it didn’t help when you saw his smile get bigger, his canines showing and his hands on the counter. You raised the bowl to him and he took it, sipping on it as he looked at you. You didn’t know what to make of it, you stood there quite flabbergasted and he liked every moment of it. You stepped closer to him and leaned against the same counter he was, you finally felt ok to eat. You didn’t if you were uncomfortable with it or if it was just awkward to you but it didn’t matter because you snuggled next to him and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He rubbed your arm and took a sip from his bowl. The both of you sat in silence for a while before speaking, enjoying each other's company.

You guys had a few things in common, like you both lived alone, you both lived in snowy areas, and you both liked reading. Not much but it was enough to get on topics you could talk about for hours. You and Techno were sitting across each other on the couch, the fire going ablaze and your conversation getting hotter by the minute. You felt the tension between you and him but you were nervous, you didn’t know how he was going to respond so you stayed put, holding your tongue every time you thought your remark was too much.

He saw how jittery you were and wanted to make sure you were ok, “How long has it been since you’ve had someone else in your house?” He leaned forward his elbows on his knees, your mouth parted slightly at the sight but you were brought back instantly, thinking about his question for a moment. You messed with your fingers as you spoke, “Honestly I can’t remember the last time I had company other than you in my home…” you trailed off, your gaze landed on the very bright fire, dancing in the fireplace. You had the sudden urge to cry, tears filled your eyes and you didn’t know why. You quickly rubbed your eyes and face, trying to remove any evidence of sadness off. You felt the couch shift and strong arms wrap around your shoulders, big hands softly rubbing up and down your back. He was unbelievably soft to the touch, he wasn’t scary at all to be clear, someone couldn’t be any further from the truth if they said he was scary. Sure, he was humongous and built like a spruce tree but that wasn’t even close to his heart, he cared, he cared about you. He had one leg on the couch and one foot on the ground, you moved in between his legs and leaned against his chest. It didn’t seem like he was phased but he was, but not because you were close to you know what but because you were so small, you fit perfectly between his legs and he couldn’t get enough of it. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close as possible which was actually quite close but you didn’t care. You settled into him and held onto his arms, you couldn’t believe how thick his forearms were so you stared at them as you tried to calm down.

He couldn’t help but think that it was his fault that you started crying. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and whispered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He nuzzled even further into your neck to hide his flushed face. You chuckled lightly, “No…no, you didn’t make me cry.” You brought your hand up to his hair and ran your fingers through it. He chuckled and came out of his hiding place, resting his chin on your head for a second. You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile, he cocked his head and smiled back. You moved your hand down to his jaw and gave his lips a couple glances. He took notice and cupped your cheeks with a free hand, wiping a tear that had escaped from your eye. He examined your face and gave your forehead a gentle kiss. You looked up at him with pure fondness, you didn’t kiss him, it wasn’t time but maybe you should have because before you know it someone’s knocking on your door.

You looked at the door shocked, almost scared. You never get visitors, never. This was frightening. You look at Techno, he saw how scared you were and told you to either not move or go up to your room and see if you can see anything. You nodded and quietly sprinted up the stairs, finding your bow and arrows and peered out the window. You had a perfect view but the porch was covered by the awning. You saw no horse standing out in the snow so you were confused by how anyone could get to your house from anywhere if this person didn’t have a horse. You sat up there, waiting for absolutely anything, then you heard Techno open the door.

Techno watched as you ran up the stairs making sure you got up before he pulled anything out. He was silent, not making a sound whatsoever, he picked up his cape and satchel from the bench next to the front door and pulled out his sword. He looked through the window next to the door, being as stealthy as possible. How could he miss the guy standing outside? It was the last person he ever wanted to see, especially at your house. It was like seeing a ghost, this guy was thought to be dead but he was standing right outside the front door. He took a deep breath and gripped his sword behind his back. He put on his mask and opened the door slowly. “Hi.” The man spoke as if he was waiting for this moment his whole life. He had a huge scar across his eye that the one and only Technoblade had given him not so long ago. Techno held the blade by his side to show that he wasn’t messing around. “Oh come on, Techno. I’m just here to chat. Nothing more should happen unless you decide to be difficult.” Techno narrowed his eyes and scanned the man, he trusted him once but after what happened, after he tried to execute him, it would be the last time he could ever trust that man again. Techno stepped out onto the porch, appearing much taller than said man, “What do you want, Quackity?” Quackity grinned looking all around the porch, the floor, the walls, the windows. He sighed, “Techno, you know how it goes- I find you…I kill you.”

You stared at the tree line, questioning if this person had more people with them. You could hear muffled conversation, a short conversation, from downstairs. You slowly opened your window to pull your bow back, ready for some action. You stepped back to be more in the room, hidden in the dark shadows. Straight away you saw movement in the trees and pulled back all the way. You saw a person, who seemed to be taller than Techno, walk out of the forest holding an axe. Then right after him was another person, shorter than the one before, holding a crossbow already loaded and pointed at the porch. You had multi-shot on your bow so this was a piece of cake, it seemed as if time slowed to a snail’s pace. Your eyes jolted around the treeline, no one else was coming, you could feel it so you lined up for a shot but they dropped their weapons.

Two guys emerged out of the trees, one after another. One holding an axe and one holding a loaded crossbow. Techno chuckled at their gesture, “You really think you can kill me, after you failed to do it the first time.” He steadily raised his sword, resting it on Quackity’s chestplate, “Put it down Tubbo.” He said looking over Quackity’s shoulder, “You too Ranboo.” They only gripped their weapons tighter, eager to get a hit but knew they had to wait for the signal. Techno breathed out in disappointment, he really thought after everything they’ve been through he would put it down, for him. Techno leaned down to Quackity’s ear, “I can kill all three of you in a heartbeat.” Quackity gulped as Techno leaned back, straightening up he let the tip of his sword drop to the ground. Making quite a loud thud but surprisingly you didn’t hear it. Techno glanced at all three of them knowing they weren’t leaving until he was finally dead, “Fine. One last fight. But first let's get even, you take off your armor and I’ll take off mine and we’ll only use swords.” Quackity stared at Techno for a second to see if he was kidding but he was not. He turned around and gestured to lower their weapons, they dropped the weapons in the snow. The axe sank lower than the crossbow into the fresh blanket of snow that came that morning. Techno watched as they threw the weapons, taking a breath as a sigh of satisfaction. Techno and Quackity took off their armor at the same time, not breaking eye contact from one another. An evil grin appeared on Quackity’s face, “You’ll be lucky if you even get a scratch on me.” He threw a right hook to Techno but it couldn’t compare to his reflexes as he caught the punch and twisted around to his back, making him walk towards the porch stairs as Techno’s sword was held across his neck. They got to the first step of the stairs, Tubbo picked up his crossbow but it was too late, an arrow went straight for his shoulder, sending him to the ground. Ranboo looked up to see where the arrow came from but he saw nothing but an empty window, he went for the crossbow hoping to grab it before the next shot came but another arrow went right through his forearm. It sent a shock of pain through his arm up his shoulder making him wince and grip where the arrow was. Techno pressed his lips together, “See, told you I could kill all three.” Quackity stared at the aching bodies in the snow, “Well where’s the third one?” His breathing was now heavy, probably from adrenaline and the lack of heat running through his body. Techno shook his head and pushed Quackity into the soft snow, “I was going to spare you but I guess I’ll have to put another scar on you for you to understand.” As Techno talked he took a small step down the stairs, one after another after another and after another, making each second more painful than the last. Until he was standing over Quackity with his sword in his face, waiting for him to make the last snarky remark he would ever make for the rest of his life.

After shooting a couple shots, you saw a man fly down the stairs of your porch into the snow. Techno walked down the stairs, talking while he was taking steps, finally getting to the man and looking down at him with the sword in the man’s face. You had your bow ready for another shot, ready to take it whenever. You saw Techno kneel down to the man, gliding the sword not even an inch over his skin. Your eye caught the guy with the crossbow, trying to take a shot again. You fired and missed by a centimeter, as you quickly grabbed another arrow you heard someone gasp in pain. Pulling back and firing again. You sent the arrow straight through the guy’s other shoulder, he poofed into thin air before he hit the ground.

Techno knelt down to the ground and glided the sword across Quackity’s face, “You can avoid all pain if you leave right now.” Two arrows were fired, one missing and one hitting Techno’s right peck, he hummed in pain trying to keep his noise level to a zero. There was a moment before another arrow was fired hitting Tubbo and sending him back to respawn, wherever that may be. Quackity looked to see who was shot, his eyes widening when he only saw Ranboo. He looked back at Techno, who was trying to stop the bleeding, he looked up past his shoulder and saw you standing in the window with your bow pulled back aiming at him. He tried to squirm out from under Techno but he pierced Quackity’s leg before he could get away, “Finish him!” Techno yelled, knowing you were up at the window. You breathed out and let go of the arrow, it went flying straight for him, penetrating him and he was gone in a cloud of dust with only a blood stain left behind in the white snow. Techno was unbalanced and dizzy from losing blood. Stumbling to get up, he used his sword as a cane to help him. He looked up at Ranboo, “Go. It would be a waste of your time to try and fight me.” Ranboo honestly didn’t know what to do, he could either fight and die or run and hide. And he chose the better option. Run and hide. He disappeared back into the woods and ran for his life.

You ran out to Techno to help him get up the stairs, he was slow but ‘stable’ as you took off his mask. You got him inside, setting him on the ground with a pillow to rest his head. You laid him down on the floor and took a look at him, it didn’t hit anything severe which was great. You moved some hair out of his face and slid your hand to his neck, “You’re going to be fine.” He nodded and let out a light cough. You got up and ran to your kitchen, grabbed your box of potions and pulled out regeneration and healing potions. You also grabbed a bunch of bandages from your box and quickly get back to Techno. You set all the bottles down and gave it to him one by one, you could already see he wasn’t so tense anymore. You asked him if he could take off his shirt, for medical reasons, and he said yes but he also told you that this wasn’t the only way to ask him if he could take it off. You scoffed and helped him take the shirt off. He was more handsome than you could ever imagine, his pecs were huge, his shoulders also huge and those light abs. You blinked away the images and carefully pulled the arrow out, you tried your best to be soft but it was an arrow. You swiftly wrap him up in the white bandage, applying all your pressure to the wound so it would stop bleeding.

When you were done, he took your hand. His touch was gentle as he ran his thumb up and down the back of your hand. His hand was cold for once, it felt like you were holding ice that was never going to melt away. You put your hand under his, raising it up and rubbing it against your cheek. He looked at you with love in his eyes, “Thank you.” He gave you a small smile and you smiled back. You set his hand down beside him and leaned down, giving him a kiss on the forehead. He leaned into the kiss wanting you to stay there for a little longer. You gave him a couple more kisses on the forehead before resting against his. You moved more strands of hair off his forehead as you spoke, “You need to rest.” He looked up at you, lightly gliding his fingers up and down your arm. He nodded and you nodded as well, you got up to go make something to eat but he held onto you. You looked back at him concerned but he had a smirk on his face, “Stay with me.”

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (19)

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

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

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Bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-0-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Schlatt whispers to you: can we talk?’

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

‘Schlatt whispers to you: please babe, come on

‘Schlatt whispers to you: i miss you

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

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#LW&AT #Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth #LWAT #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #dreamsmp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #potentially other ships with reader #c!quackity #Reader #Azo #c!tubbo #c!tommy #c!techno #c!wibur

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qualityloverfun · 8 months

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I NEED HELP AGAIN!!!!!

Does anyone remember a technoblade x fem!reader called muse. He's a painter in it and reader is the what he's painting. If anyone finds it or remembers it plzz share it, send it WHATEVER. thx <3

:).

#technoblade x reader #technoblade smut #technoblade #technoblade x y/n #technoblade fanfic

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years

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"I remember you"

Pairing: Past C!Wilbur x Fem!Reader

Genre: 🌷 fluff & 🍃 angst

Warnings: PTSD & Cursing

Summary: Ghostbur spots you looking sad in your thoughts and comes to comfort you, meeting you for the 'first time' and comes to remember you once he hears your name.

Setting: what's left of L'manburg

AU: Character

A/N: Since this is in the Character plane then when someone isn't online I simply call it 'hibernating'. So look out for that term if/when it pops up in any of my Character Plane fics.

Characters: C!Ghostbur, C!Wilbur (mentioned), C!Tubbo (mentioned)

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You couldn't remember the last time L'manburg was quiet. After Technoblade's betrayal it was hardly possible to imagine the place not thriving with people trying to repair the fallen nation.

You'd gone into Hibernation a little into the repairs per Tubbo's insistance. He wouldn't even let you make a flag with the amount of exhaustion already dragging on you.

Ever since the explosions. The battle. The victory, if one could call it that, you hadn't slept. It was impossible to.

You'd cry yourself into a lulling darkness to only be woken up by an array of cries of your friends. Your comrades in battle as the TNT went off. That had begun to ebb away with time but the thing that always kept you up was Him.

Wilbur Soot.

"KILL ME PHIL PLEASE! KILL ME!"

It haunted you. Those words. That voice. He had wanted to die. Had gone mad and blew up his own country. His friends. You.

His 'Darling.' The one he laid next to on nights he slept. The one who could calm his raging with a single touch. His Special Lady.

His best friend and lover till the end.

The very end when he set off that explosion. When he begged his own father to kill him.

"Idiot." You muttered and walked along the spruce slabs that had been built over the cavern that was L'manburg. Wilbur's explosives hadn't done too much damage. He'd done enough sure, but the thing that really destroyed L'manburg was Technoblade. The three Withers he set loose had wrecked havoc over the unstable nation for months. And long after you had gone to sleep.

As far as you knew they'd been hunted and killed. Technoblade banished and a bounty put on him. At least that was according to all the Wanted posters plastered around L'manburg's walkways.

You missed him, Wilbur, truly you did. His dumb smile and accent that felt like honey over every syllable. Even his taste for chaos had been alluring to you. The constant smell of gunpowder cloaking his cheap cologne and adding a savory musk to his presence.

He lingered in your dreams, the few you managed to have. His eyes and clumsy charm. The way he stuttered when you caught him off guard with a sly comment or flirtatious whisper. His features had begun to fade from your memory, but one thing would never.

His voice begging for death...

"Hey there! You look sad, are you alright?" A cheery voice stopped you in your steps as you looked up from your feet. A blue sheep with a lead around its neck was the first thing you saw. Then the one leading it.

"Here have some blue. Its sucks all your sadness away and when it gets dark enough you can throw it away and just like that the sadness is gone!" It couldn't be...

"Hello?" The thing before you was...stunning. Not in the term of beauty but rather shocking.

"Wilbur?" You choked out finally and took a step back. Your mouth dryer than the sand of the desert.

Before you was a translucent version of your lover. Or so it seemed. His legs faded out of the dark gray slacks till it looked like he was floating, which he might have been. His skin was deathly pale. Gray even. His eyes a blank white slightly shielded by a mess of fluffy brown hair falling down from his head. A yellow sweater was stretched over his body, the sleeves coming down to his wrists and a long blue stain slashing across his middle. A white collar poked over the top of the sweater.

"Hello!" He smiled again and outstretched a blue stained hand. His other held a lump of a blue substance and a lead wrapped around his wrist connected to the sheep. You flinched and tripped over your feet, falling to the planks and scooting away.

This..shouldn't be possible. Wilbur was dead.

"What...you-" You stumbled on your words. "You're dead!"

"It appears so yes. It's awfully cold, even with a sweater." The ghost crouched down across from you, his faded legs disappearing within the wood. "I'm Ghostbur. I didn't mean to scare you. I understand seeing an apparition such as myself can be a bit scary." Ghostbur reached out his free hand again, this time you took it slowly.

He was right. His skin was freezing cold. As soft as you remembered but worse. It was so smooth it was clear the cold had settled in and numbed him completely.

"I'm Y/N." You said dumb founded and Ghostbur's eyes widened as he froze and the grip on your hand tightened.

"Y/N?" Ghostbur's smile faltered and his hand shook in yours. Tears welled in your eyes as his next words rang through the empty nation.

"I remember you."

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It's short I know but I was bored and wanted to write some Ghostbur stuff bc the boy is a lovely being and he will always be my favorite C!Wilbur. He's a perfect specimen for fluff pieces 💙

#C!Wilbur x reader #Ghostbur x reader #dream smp #dsmp #Wilbur Soot #ghostbur

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neutrontears · 10 months

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Welcome to neutrontears‘ blog

introduction and “what I will write“ post!

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꩜ About the author

Nicolái | he/they | infp | autistic

╰┈➤my linktree: https://linktr.ee/neutrontears

╰┈➤ likes: sharks—nature—art—videogames—music—movies

╰┈➤dislikes: school in general—p.e.—maths—teachers calling on me—waking up early on weekends

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꩜ Disclaimer

! I‘m not a professional writer

! I‘m a student so I‘m most likely busy

! I will keep the reader (y/n) genderneutral, unless it was mentioned otherwise

! I‘m used to write m!characters x reader so I‘m still trying to learn to write more with fem!characters

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꩜ What I will write

- fluff

-angst

- sfw

-nsfw (I will try my best)

-headcanons

-swearing

-others

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꩜ What I won‘t write

- Proships/Comships

- weird stuff in general I guess

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꩜ What fandoms I write for

- The Walking Dead

- Creepypastas

- Stardew Valley

- Detroit Become Human

- Harry Potter

- The Legend of Zelda

- Sally Face

- Markiplier Egos

- Dreamsmp (only characters!!)

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꩜ Characters I will write for

! don’t be scared to ask for a character that’s not on the list !

The Walking Dead:

Rick

Carl

Daryl

Negan

Henry

Glenn

Creepypastas:

Ticci Toby

Masky

Hoodie

Eyeless Jack

Stardew Valley:

Shane

Alex

Sebastian

Sam

Haley

Abigail

Detroit Become Human:

Connor

Markus

Ralph

Simon

Rupert

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

The Legend of Zelda:

Link

Zelda

Sidon

Mipha

Urbosa

Revali

Daruk

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Markiplier Egos:

Darkiplier

Wilford Warfstache

Damien

Dreamsmp:

C!Jschlatt

C!Tommyinnit

C!Technoblade

C!WilburSoot

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mercurydarlin · 2 years

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Ok, Formal introduction time!

Hi! I'm pussyslayer87, Idk. I can make fanfiction of the Dsmp, or whatever else. I guess I also go by Mercury.

Boundaries~

what i won't write

No incest, stepcest, or pedophila

I don't write on real people no matter the circumstance.

I will not write about technoblade, it just doesn't feel right.

HARDCORE SMUT. Oh my god, The almost INTENSE to read smut. Nothing too kinky please lmao.

I know mlp is everywhere on my profile, but I do not write for it!! I simply tend to enjoy the series :)

Wilbur. No Wilbur. Nuh uh.

what i will write

Fluff and angst

Au's are pretty cool. I'll do that.

Headcannons, Ficlets, And maybe an actual fic

Smut! I can write kinks, but nothing to extreme pls😭😭

Extra information ~

If ask don't appear on my page, then just dm me!

most of my work is gonna be fem reader x whoever, I'll only do male reader if it's requested and i feel comfortable writing it :) but, i will do gn reader a lot.

I don't post often, sorrryyyy

sure, I write smut, but not on a daily basis. I'm fine with hinting at it, or maybe even reader getting a bit touchy (or s/o idrc) but other than that, not an avid smut person.

i made this while listening to california girls

#dsmp quackity #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #x reader #fanfiction #mcyt x reader #boundaries #mcyt fandom #mcyt imagine #wilbur mcyt #mcyt x y/n

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juliasjustanidiot · 3 years

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗻 | c!technoblade

the scent of estrogen - c!technoblade x reader

synopsis: trying to tell technoblade that you’re pregnant is much harder than it seems. especially when he’s already got a great big deal of stress of his back.

no pronouns mentioned, suggests female.

tw: pregnancy, vomit, uhhhh that’s it?

wc: 1.3K

you gazed at your partner with a big grin, watching as he looked through all of his chests, restocking his potions and fed his emotional support polar bear, steve. ecstatic, you couldn’t wait to tell him the big news that you had for him. being out in the middle of a tundra biome, not a lot of stuff happened, so when stuff as big as this comes up, you get giddy.

“what?” techno said rather gruffly, turning around slightly as he noticed your staring. his tone wiped the grin right off your face, a sinking feeling residing in your stomach.

“never mind,” you look away defeated. he sighed and went back to his work of brewing potions.

being shut down immediately before you could get a word out hurt. it stripped any excitement you had. but you then remembered the news again and can’t help yourself but start smiling all goofily. surely he’d be just as excited as you.

you subtly glanced over at techno, checking to see if he was still busy. there he sat, crushing up some blaze rods and sprinkling the powder in the strange purple liquid.

you were surprised he hadn’t caught on already. i mean surely he can tell something is up right? doesn’t the extra estrogen give off some sort of pregnancy scent? you thought, contemplating when you were going to pop out the big news.

he turned again to get a look at you, seeing your smile again.“what? why do you keep looking at me like that?” techno responded to the staring after he caught your glance again, seeming even more agitated. your smile was snatched once again, now was not the time to tell him the one thing that might change his life forever.

“god, keep your panties on,” you said in a bitter tone, matching his own. “i was just going to…uh….let you know that… we need more potatoes! yes! we’ve run low and i want to cook something with potatoes, so i’m going to go get some,” you made up with your oh so creative mind.

“we have a whole sack full-”

“love you! bye!” you said, interjecting while giving him a kiss on the cheek and made a beeline for the door. you let out a sigh as you closed the door and headed off for what was assumed to be a trip to get potatoes.

you had to tell him at some point, but how? it’s not like it was planned or anything. it wasn’t even clear that he wanted a baby. all of these doubts and worries crowded your head as you headed out, walking a little ways away from the cabin making your way to the potato farm.

your feelings were all mixing around inside of you like you were a pot of soup thanks to all the hormones pumping through your veins. all of those feelings made you queasy but you kept going because you had nothing better unless you wanted to stare at your boyfriend and hope that he could sense your big secret.

on your journey, you noticed someone was already there. it was phil. you hadn’t exactly planned on telling anyone else yet. you decided to head back home and avoid conversation for now, but then he started calling out to you. “damnit,” you said under your breath as you turned to him with the biggest neighborly smile you could force. “hey, phil!” you forced out, “it’s so nice to see you!”

“what brings you here?” he said, coming over. you noticed he had his armor on along with his satchel. he held a pickaxe in hand which told you he had just gone mining. “i’m on a scavenger hunt, actually, phil. supposedly, my long lost father’s netherite collection that he left for me in scavenger hunt format. it will essentially make me the richest person in the land.”

“really?” phil said with a hint of interest.

“no, i’m here to pick potatoes, genius,” you said, over this social interaction. you just wanted to pick your potatoes and leave, after all you were still feeling a bit sick. maybe it was the fact that techno seemed all angry and annoyed at you, or maybe it was the actual pregnancy itself.

“funny, you’re really funny,” he said ironically, picking the biggest potato in front of him and tossed it up and down as you began to get a little sweaty in the cold cold tundra. “are you okay? you look pale,” he mentioned while turning his head slightly, examining your face. right then and there all of your breakfast escaped from your mouth onto the dirt and a couple of unfortunate potatoes.

“holy jesus, that tasted like crap,” you wheezed out while you wiped your mouth with your hand, feeling absolutely awful.

“geez, okay, what are you, pregnant?” he joked, rushing over to you and placing a comforting hand on your back. you stare at him wide-eyed and intense. he could definitely smell the pregnancy hormones. you could see his face drop in awe after he saw the pure anxiety on yours. “oh god, y/n, are you pregnant?!” he let out a small wail.

“yes, so shut up and get me some water and a place to sit down before i lose another meal,” you ordered him, still feeling extremely ill. morning sickness is a bitch.

you both walked over to phil’s cabin, across from techno’s, and he found you a seat on an old chair and went to go and get a bottle of water. you sat, zoned out, still trying to get over the fact that someone knew before you got to tell your baby daddy that he is a baby daddy. rubbing your fingers on your temples, you mentally pulled yourself together and prepared to practically be on a talk show where all your personal life gets leaked out into the open.

phil walked in with a big glass filled with water. before he could even open his mouth, you blurted, “i know you have questions, so i’m just going to give you all the facts i have. techno is the father and he does not know yet.” phil handed you the water and you gulped it down slow enough not to get sick but fast enough to satisfy your dried out mouth.

“do you plan on telling him?” he asked genuinely curious. you were slightly offended by this question considering how much phil knows you love techno.

“of course i do, he was just in a terrible mood. i wasn’t going to give him the biggest news of his life if he’s distracted. we both know why he’s in that state of mind,” you answered, remembering back to him telling you about quackity’s recent visit. techno was to go to the prison to visit dream. you had a terrible feeling about it, but techno was actually considering it.

why would he trust quackity? the dude literally brought an army to capture techno and almost executed him had dream not stepped in. he would’ve lost one canon life and you were not going to have that happen again to your husband. you told him your worries and the piglin hybrid said he would take them into consideration.

“i know this is none of my business, but i would tell him. you shouldn’t have to go through this alone because life is ticking him off. raise your standards,” he suggested to you. phil’s words were actually quite comforting. there is no reason you should be puking in potato fields for him. he should be holding your hair back and putting ice packs to your forehead.

“thanks, phil,” you said as you moved away and grabbed a sack that was lying on the ground. quickly you picked some potatoes and headed home. at this point, the sickness had passed, and now you were feeling a little delayed rage.

you swung the door open to the home you and your boyfriend shared for quite some time now and walked over to where techno was still messing around with potions. he looks over at you, but before he could say anything you slammed the sack filled with potatoes on the chest.

“i’m pregnant.”

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written by @faithajo24 & edited by me.

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bxct-it · 3 years

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Hello, could i maybe request prompts 52 + 74 with c techno? Female reader gets stuck in something and Techno finds her? 😏

..-> “won’t you help me? please?” + “don’t tease me”

[-] prompt list

c!technoblade x fem!reader

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how you ended up in this predicament, you didn’t know. trapped in between a chest and a trapdoor, and in technoblade’s house of all places, how embarrassing. so when the pigman walked in to see you trying to wiggle your waist out of the small gap that was between the trapdoor and the chest, he could only watch in amusement as you shrunk into yourself. “well… this is something i didn’t expect to come home to.” staring at the male with a straight face, you faked a monotonous laugh. “i’m glad you’re finding this humorous.”

the house then filled with laughter, techno’s whole body shaking with how much he was giggling, hands on his knees as he tried to stabilise himself after almost falling over. “oh, sweetcheeks, this just made my day.” rolling your eyes at the pigman, you tried to yet again wiggle your way out of the gap, only for the wood of the trapdoor to press further into your hip, causing you to let out a soft gasp as shivers went down your spine.

at hearing you gasp, techno’s eyes slowly made their way from the ground to look at you, his laughter ceasing as he smirks at you. “oh?” ignoring the male, you, once again, try to get out to the gap but only managing to slowly move the heavy chest to the side as you twist your body, now you were stuck facing the wall with your back to the pink anarchist. “won’t you help me? please?” words that were supposed to be innocent sounded so much more desperate to techno as he heard you whimper and whine out pleadingly.

swallowing a gulp of air as your words made his cock rise, he watched as you try to unlatch the trapdoor so you can make some room to get out, your movements making all the right places of your body jiggle, his eyes staring at you hungrily. “don’t tease me..” his voice came out deeper than either of you expected but that didn’t stop him from slowly stalking his way over to you, his hands itching to feel your body beneath them.

“huh? i’m not tea-..sing… you…” your sentence got quieter as you felt him draw closer to your body, his body heat hitting your back making your breath hitch in your throat. one hand crawled around you and up to your throat as his other hand slid down the front of your stomach, slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of your pants. his chest pushed against your back as his fingers tilted your head up, making you look at him as he pressed his hard cock against your ass, his other hand toying with your underwear. “can i fuck you?”

your eyes go wide at the question and your whole body shivers, pulling a chuckle out of the taller male as he felt it against his own body. you stare up at him in awe and rock your hips back against him, making a groan leave his fanged mouth, clenching his teeth as he holds back the urge to fuck you to sleep right there and then. “well?” technoblade was many things, but being impatient wasn’t on the list of those things, however, when you were involved, he couldn’t help but be impatient.

“please, techno, please fuck me.” making your voice more whiny, you knew what you were doing, a smirk on your face and your hips rolling backwards against the tight slicks of the male. and the man didn’t even wait, his scarred but otherwise delicate hands ripped at your clothing, not even caring about how expensive the cloth was in the first place, and threw it away from your body, leaving your smaller frame completely exposed, and stuck between two pieces of wood he could have easily moved with just a single hand, for his eyes only. fading purple marks and scratches lingered all over your body, his eyes drawn to each and every one of them, his pupils dilating with pride.

“looks like i need to mark you up again… princess.”

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i feel bad that these are only short but i did say they were drabbles… BUT I STILL FEEL BAD AHHHH

#mcyt smut #techno smut #technoblade smut #x reader smut #x fem!reader smut #techno x reader smut #technoblade x reader smut #C: TCHNB #techno x fem!reader smut

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vneuns · 3 years

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▸ trying binggrae | sbi ֙⋆ ་ .ᐟ

♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): i’ve finished 😩 omfg okay shoutout to @sushisoot for the symbols and proof reading this so it wasn’t a mess, i’m so tired <\3

♺ CW WARNINGS: none just fluff

♡ Philza

Phil would probably look at the little bottle and be so confused

“Y/n what the fuck am I suppose to do with this?”

“Drink it.”

“Tryna poison me?”

“Yes, because a small plastic bottle of milk would be the way to do it.”

Rolling his eyes he’d peel back the foil covering and take a sniff

“What flavor is this?”

“Strawberry.”

Eyeing you carefully he shot it back letting the slightly thick liquid run down his throat

“How do you like it?”

“Pretty good, have any more?”

♡ Wilbur

Out of everyone I feels like he’d be more on the edge than anyone

For no reason whatsoever

“This is really scary.”

“It’s milk in a tiny baby bottle.”

“That’s what makes it scary.”

Taking a tiny tiny baby sip

He pulls back the bottle nodding approvingly

“I like it.”

♡ Techno

“What flavor would you like?”

“Uhh Candy Bar.”

You slid it across the table awaiting his reaction

Peeling back the foil he took a quick sniff

“Smells funny.”

“You smell funny.”

Rolling his eyes he put the container to his lips and took a sip

He pulled it back licking the leftover residue off his top lip

“taste okay, overall 6.5/10”

♡ Tommy

“Y/n?”

“What?”

You walked over to the blonde headed boy in the fridge looking over his shoulder to see what had captured his attention

“What are those?”

He points to the light pink bottles at the top of the fridge

“They’re called Binggrae’s, flavored milk.”

“Can I try one?”

“Knock yourself out dude.”

Without hesitation he pulled one out and took a gulp

Scrunching his nose he placed it on the counter making a funny face

“What flavor is that? It was disgusting.”

“Peach,”

“Who would make peach flavored milk!?”

♡ Ranboo

“Out of all the options you gave me for a milk that is anything but regular I’ll go with vanilla.”

You handed him the container eager to see his reaction.

Opening it just as Techno did he took a sniff of the liquid

“Smells pretty okay.”

You nodded watching as he took a decent sized sip before putting it down

“Mmm, I liked it more than I thought I would.”

♡ Tubbo

“Of course you’d pick some exotic flavor like tangerine.”

Handing him the orange bottle he took it with a smile

“For what’s a life without risk,”

“Okay Romeo drink the damn juice.”

Watching as he brought the container to his lips you watched as he gulped almost the entire bottle in almost a minute

“Like it?”

“No, but it had a nice aftertaste.”

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peachy-tea-anon · 2 years

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𝙲!𝚃𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

“𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?“

TWs: none! Just techno brainrot bc why not, VV ROMANTIC BC C!Techno MAKES ME A SUCKER FOR ROMANCE

It's the middle of the night, and you're writing letters to Phil, who sent you a birthday card. You wanted to show your gartitude, so in return for his heartfelt card to you, you write a heartfelt letter in response.

All of a sudden, you hear a knock at the door. Who would be here this late?

You open the door and are greeted by a seemingly very exhausted technoblade. Pink strands falling out of his loose braid, but he's still wearing his fancy cape.

"Techno-"

"Can i take you somewhere?"

You're a bit taken aback, you thought your boyfriend would be too busy with battle plans to see you on your birthday.

You weren't upset by thinking that you wouldn't see him on your special day, you had always faced everything together and knew how busy he was, but it still stung your heart knowing you wouldn't see him.

But nevertheless, here he was.

You nod, slightly confused by the gesture. You weren't wearing anything nice, unlike him, just your usual renaissance-era blouse and flowy skirt.

He takes you by the hand, leading you onto his horse.

After many miles of travel, he slows down and asks,

"Okay, you have to close your eyes until i say. Just trust me."

You follow the orders, not opening even for a peek, despite your curiosity. He slowly leads you into some sort of building.

"Alright, you can open your eyes."

As your eyes flutter open, you're surrounded by warm lighting, and what looks to be thousands of stars.

"Oh my goodness... since when was there a planetarium?!" You say, absolutely endeared by all of the stars around you.

He smiles.

"I had foolish build it for us... I wanted to have something special to give you for your birthday."

You meet his eyes, realizing that's what he had been busy with all day.

You had mentioned offhandedly many months ago how you always loved to look at the stars, but you didn't think he would go this far to make that dream come true for you.

He finally speaks again, grasping your attention:

"May i?"

He holds out his hand, as a record starts to play light classical music.

You gladly take his hand, softly swaying to the music.

"Happy birthday my love."

"I- i didn't think you remembered.."

You trailed off, gazing longingly into his eyes. He doesn't look hurt, he simply smiles at you as you both dance together.

"You had said your dream was to dance under the stars. I really would do anything for you, you are the only person that makes me feel whole. I wouldn't trade that for anything."

This sentiment makes you blush, he was never a big guy on sappy sentimental compliments, but when he would, it always came from the heart.

"I will always cherish you. I've never... I've never felt this way about someone before. I've never met someone who I feel like I can live for, someone who I base all of my decisions around, someone that makes me feel the way you do."

You nearly started to tear up.

You sniffle a little, then pull him into a kiss, closing the little distance between the two of you. The kiss is sweet, it was like you could stay there forever. It was your own personal heaven.

He was your comfort. Every pulsation of your heart was for him. Every breath was for him. Every laugh, every blush, everything.

It was all for him.

All of the nights you stayed up in worry, all of the concerned letters to his colleagues in the war, it had all become worth it. He had made them worth it.

As you pull away, he bows his head so it's touching yours, pulling you in close.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, techno."

Lol sobbing in the club rn, I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS-

Even though my techno fanfics don't seem to do well, I hope you guys enjoyed reading!!! Sorry I haven't updated "school project" yet, im trying to balance school and stuff, and I want that series to be more well-thought out, unlike these little blurbs.

Anywho, thanks for reading!!

#dsmp x reader #dream smp #technoblade fluff #dsmp techno #c!techno #c!techo x reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #romantic #fem reader #technolovers #technoblade x y/n

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 2 years

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (18)

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

(Its literally been 1000 years and I’m so exhausted but I’m finally DONE with chapter 18!!! Thanks Cheesus cuz a bitch is tired. Y’all know the drill! If you like this then PLEASE I’m begging you to reblog and comment! The comments from the last chapter were the only thing keeping me writing some days cuz life is ass. Show me some love y’all! Please 🥺💗)

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Tubbo was, for lack of a better term, freaking the FUCK out!!

He’d just been planning to go to the Nether to mine some gold since he was running out, and figured hey why not go through the portal close to Azo’s house so he could pop by to visit her?? No big deal, right? But instead of a normal visit/mining expedition he runs into Azo…

IN THE OVERWORLD!

Where she absolutely positively was NOT supposed to be!

So yeah, the horned player was panicking. And Azo was shaking a little already, not a good sign!

“What do I do? What the fuck do I do??? Uh, okay we gotta get back to the Nether!”

He scooped the teary eyed Azo up and rushed with her towards the portal, but came to a sudden halt when her shaking intensified. It was too late. It didn’t matter if he got her back now, the zombification process was already starting!

His breathing hitched in panic, he sat her back down on the grass, not really sure what to do now.

The young hybrid furiously looked around them, making sure there were no mobs that would attack, seeing some pigs a bit away from them, and a skeleton about 30 blocks away though it didn’t seem to care about either of them at the moment. But Tubbo discarded that thought as soon as he had it, still freaking out about Azo. Without even bothering to keep the messages private he pulled up his communicator and sent out the panicked texts.

Tubbo: MUM COM ETO THE PORTAL THAT LEADS TO AZO’S HOUSE

Tubbo: HURRY! SOMETHING HAPPENED AND I DON’T KNOWWHAT TO DO

Everyone on the server saw them, including Reader, who was rightfully panicked after reading them. She up and abandoned the meeting she was in and sprinted out of the White House towards the portal leading to her smallest two children. She was going so fast a few people swore it looked like her feet weren’t even touching the ground. She forwent the wood path, dashing between buildings, through yards, and even over obstacles to get to the portal faster.

Tubbo was on the verge of crying along with Azo, but he just held her close and shushed her and told her that Mum would make everything better and it would all be okay. Azo sniffled but nodded as best she could with how badly her body was shaking. She didn’t feel good, she felt bad, like the time she ate some of that gross meat she found in a chest but so much worse. And why did her hands and feet sting? Like she’d been touching those “cold” drinks her mom makes for them. Only this cold is scary..

-0-

Wilbur was running, the minute he saw Tubbo he froze like some pathetic rabbit caught in the gaze of a fox even though the younger of the two of them hadn’t even seen him. He couldn’t move, both because he was actually shocked it had been the younger ram hybrid but also because he knew moving at all would alert Tubbo to him being there. The juvenile hybrid had damn good hearing and Wilbur knew that. So he just painfully stood there, barely breathing as he watched Tubbo try calming the baby piglin down before just picking her up and running through the portal with her.

But the second they disappeared into the purple swirling haze Wilbur was off like a shot, bolting through trees and heading to the ravine he’d left Schlatt at. He heard his communicator chime, signaling a message in the public chat but he ignored it to avoid a creeper. And by the time he’d made it all the way to the ravine he was beyond winded and trying to eat some bread to get his hunger back up. Along the way he got another couple pings on his communicator but ignored them too. And when he entered the ravine Schlatt seemed to be waiting for him, looking tense and before Wilbur could speak the ram was blurting out,

“What the fuck did you do?”

That caught Wilbur by surprise, and he asked what Schlatt meant. The brunet wondered how Schlatt knew something had happened. Well him sprinting back to the ravine probably gave a hint but the mustached ram sounded so sure Wilbur had fucked up. And when Schlatt just raised an eyebrow and gestured to his own communicator Wilbur remembered he’d heard some incoming messages, but he’d been so focused on running he’d ignored them. So now when he looked he bit the inside of his cheek anxiously.

Reader knew.

Oh shit she definitely knew about what happened to the piglin kid. Wilbur didn’t like how his skin prickled in nerves, like he was scared. He had no reason to be! She’d never know it was him that caused this, even unintentionally! So he can just calm down, breathe and scrap the plan he had to use Azo as leverage and just think of something else. No problem.

“Dude.. I don’t know what you did, but whatever it is.. I got a feeling it’s gonna bite us right on the ass..” Schlatt said in a surly tone.

Wilbur’s throat pinched as he swallowed and he told Schlatt he was just being paranoid, he hadn’t done anything crazy. There’d been a mishap thanks to some stupid ghast but that’s all it was; a mishap. Plus there was no way to tie it all back to him. No humans or hybrids had seen him so he was in the clear.

Though.. when he finally told Schlatt what happened, the look the ram hybrid gave him did the opposite of putting his mind at ease. Then he had the gall to let out a loud bark of laughter and say,

“Wilbur, buddy… you might have just fucked yourself here. Cuz last I checked, Reader actually gives a shit about the kids she keeps around. So.. she might hold a grudge when she finds out you more or less killed one of said kids..”

Wilbur didn’t look impressed with Schlatt’s statement, and the ram would even say the ex-president was totally bored with the conversation and didn’t really care… Or he would have if he hadn’t spotted the anxious drop of sweat beading on the brunet’s brow. Oh yeah, he was definitely internally freaking out. And Schlatt can’t really blame him. Pissing off hybrid parents was stupid, any hybrid will tell you that. The ex-president should know that, what with having a hybrid father and all.

But Schlatt shrugged and said, “Well I guess so long as you’re sure nobody saw you there then you should be fine. Right?”

The glasses wearing player nodded, a breath of relief escaping him as he clung to that thought. Nobody had seen him but some piglins, a ghast, some blazes, and the kid herself. And he doesn’t think she’ll make it to rat him out so all’s well that ends well.

*beepbeep-beep*

-0-

Reader stepped through the portal closest to L’manberg and sped through the Nether, disregarding anything in her path, and eventually she got to the familiar area where she’d build Azo’s house. But there was no sign of Azo or Tubbo anywhere. She furiously looked around before holding up her communicator, getting ready to message Tubbo if she couldn’t find him on the other side of the portal.

But when she stepped through the sight that greeted the white eyed being almost made her knees give out underneath her.

Tubbo was holding Azo. Azo. Who was IN THE OVERWORLD!

No, no, nonononoNONONO! She should not be here!

“TUBBO! NO! What-wh- oh fuck. What is Azo doing out here??” Reader gasped.

The boy in question started babbling about how he didn’t know, he found her out here and she was already shaking badly by the time he had.

Reader shakily stumbled forward before collapsing onto the ground in front of the pair so she could check over Azo, her hands trembling as they reached out for her littlest child, but… she was already too far gone. Her usual white eyes looked milky and showed a glossed over appearance to them, revealing her not really being focused in the present. And her skin had taken on a bluish tint, giving her usually rosy pink flesh a colder candy pink tone. And if that weren’t bad enough, it looks like part of her flesh is starting to shrivel and rot. The sight made her stomach feel as if it weighed 100 pounds before it sank into her shoes.

Azo looked up at her but there was nothing behind her eyes. A sudden thought burst into Reader’s head and all at once she was opening her inventory and desperately scrounging through it for two particular items. She flipped through categories before finding the one she wanted, then started scrolling around in a pell-mell fashion in search of one in particular. Once she found the first she snatched it before going in search of the second. Both gathered she pushed her inventory closed and quickly uncorked the potion bottle and gently but urgently grabbed Tubbo and pulled him away from the mindless ziglin child.

Then without warning she doused her in the potion, that’s when Tubbo realized what Reader was doing. Tears welled in his eyes and he gently placed a hand on his mum’s back, softly saying that trying the potion of weakness and golden apple route wasn’t going to work. He heard that it only works on villagers. But Reader snapped back that they didn’t know that for sure! Tubbo watched sadly as she tried offering Azo the golden apple, but she didn’t show any interest in it. Reader got so desperate that she bit off a piece herself before gently forcing it into the girl’s mouth, sighing in relief when she automatically started chewing it.

Tubbo hated that he actually held his breath for a moment afterwards, that he’d hoped it would actually work. But nothing happened and Reader’s desperation grew and she muttered about maybe the golden apple just not being strong enough so she pulled out an enchanted one instead, doing the same move of biting a piece off and feeding it to Azo. The small hybrid behind her sighed softly, his ears lowering in grief. He patted her back and said it wasn’t working, but Reader cut him off in a wobbly voice,

“No! It has to work!” before her resolve hardened and she pulled Azo into a tight hug and continued, “It WILL work!”

She rubbed Azo’s back, whispering words of encouragement, telling her she could do it and to just let the apple take effect. The antlered woman clenched her eyes shut, clinging to her piglin baby and mentally begging anything and everything possible in the universe to make it work. It had to, she couldn’t lose Azo to zombification. It wasn’t fair to the child, she didn’t deserve this fate. So Reader wished with all of her being that it would work and everything would be okay.

“Mum… I don’t think it’s working..” Tubbo muttered forlornly.

Reader let out a choked sob, she knew he was right. Nothing was happening. But she felt like if she gave up then she was letting Azo down even more. She’d failed to keep her safe in the Nether and look what happened to her! She was a fucking zombie! Reader was a failure of a mother! She couldn’t give up! So in a wild frenzy she practically yanked her inventory open, just looking for something, ANYTHING! Her weapons, her various gold trinkets, other random shit she tossed in there without a care. Nothing that would help- huh?

“The orange?” She said in a teary tone.

At this point she was beyond desperate to help her child so she took a crafting table out and figured that if she didn’t try every option then she didn’t really want Azo healed so she was trying EVERYTHING. In record time she’d surrounded the orange with gold ingots before hesitating, not sure if she should use ingots or gold blocks or neither at all. Worried now she started frantically peeling the orange until she was left with 8 individual orange segments. She would try each of them on Azo one at a time to ensure she doesn’t waste the one orange. So normal orange first. She slips one of the segments into the piglings mouth, smiling as she chews.

“Wait, is that an orange?-” Tubbo started to ask.

But just as he said this Reader felt like someone stole the breath from her lungs, because Azo’s body started to convulse while she let out little soft snorts. Reader took in a stuttered breath while looking down at her smallest child. Azo looked up at her, face still blank but the shaking was a sign that it was working! She might not even need the rest of the orange! Reader could feel her heart beating so fast she’s shocked she didn’t feel ill from it. But then of course she was hardly giving it any mind, far too zeroed in on her child’s physical state to even think of her own.

All they could do was sit there in stunned silence as Azo quivered under their scrutiny, not that she was aware enough to be bothered by it.

*sssshhhwwhooosh* “HEY HEY! What the fuck is goin on?! Tubbo what was with that ominous as fuck message-.. oh shit..” It was Tommy.

He’d just rushed through the Nether portal, looking mostly angry, but with that hint of worry, before catching sight of Tubbo and Reader and demanding to know what the hell was going on.. but then he saw Azo. In the Overworld. Yeah so it was clear what was wrong..

Tommy started panicking, seeing Azo shaking in the Overworld and fucking zombified. Tubbo grabbed his arm and shushed him, ignoring Tommy’s anger at being shushed when something like this was happening before he began to fill him in on what was going on while Reader gently ran her hand down the soft hair on Azo’s head, not knowing what else to do right now besides attempting to soothe the pigling. While her two other children talked in hushed whispers behind her she was mentally chanting ‘please’ over and over again, praying to the universe that this would work and Azo would go back to normal and make it through this.

Reader couldn’t even bear to open her eyes at first when Azo stopped shaking, too scared to look down and see her baby still rotting away slowly. But the surprised but happy gasps from the two boys behind her gave her enough hope to pull back enough to look down. And she felt tears well in her eyes at the sight of Azo all healed and no longer zombified. She went to pull her small child into another happier hug but stopped when Azo made a soft snort of worry. Reader paused and asked her if she was okay, mentally starting to panic, thinking she was about to re-zombify again. But Azo pushed herself away from Reader until the antlered woman let her go.

Azo timidly took a few steps away from the three, looking anxious… like she’d never met them before..

“Kiddo, what’s wrong? You still feel sick?” Tubbo asked with a tense frown.

Azo didn’t answer him, just stared like she was too shy to reply. So Tommy chimed in and asked if she was alright, even calling her ‘Azzy’ like he did sometimes when he was feeling more brotherly than usual. This seemed to catch Azo’s attention but now she just looked confused. Reader felt a dark pit forming in her stomach and she kneeled down and spoke directly to Azo,

“Azogamay. Do you know who we are?”

This time Azo visibly perked up, her ears twitching at the sound of Reader saying her actual full name. The white eyed child glanced between the two boys and Reader before gingerly shaking her head ‘no’. Reader felt like she’d been kicked in the chest by a ravager. She wanted to cry, to scream, anything to help her not feel so hollow all of a sudden. She knew from her ‘past life’ knowledge that the only way to ‘reset’ a villager with a profession was to zombify them, heal them, and then give them a new profession. Dying, even briefly, made them forget what and who they knew.. But she stupidly hadn’t thought that would apply to Azo. But that was probably just her foolish hopes speaking.

Reader couldn’t help how she fell back onto her behind and just… started crying. Her baby had forgotten her.

-0-

Tommy and Tubbo were at a loss. They’d never seen Reader cry, hell they’d never seen her this upset ever. But.. if Azo had really forgotten them then they knew Reader had a reason to cry. They didn’t want to admit it but they would probably cry if Reader suddenly forgot who they were and that she was their mum.. And when Tubbo looked at Azo he saw her looking at Reader sadly, apparently not liking how she was crying. That was a good sign at least. So Tubbo blinked back his own tears and pulled a gold ingot from his inventory and held it out to the small pigling. She blinked at him before quietly taking it from him. Then he gestured for Tommy to do the same, snapping the blond boy into action. Soon Azo had two ingots and looked a lot less tense.

Tubbo sat next to Reader and rubbed her back while Tommy went and sat on her other side before gesturing for Azo to come sit in front of them. She did, gold clutched to her chest and not feeling scared anymore, now only feeling curious and sad for the tall lady in front of her that felt a bit familiar.

“Azo, this is your mum, and she’s ours too. You’re our sister!” Tommy explained with a grin that had the pigling’s head tilting in curiosity.

The two explained everything to Azo while Reader softly cried herself out. The whole afternoon had been one emotional gut punch after another and she was feeling more than a little exhausted from it. But after she calmed down she did feel better, which was one good thing she supposed. But she felt a little bad for breaking down like that in front of her kids, she shouldn’t place the burden of consoling her onto their shoulders. So without thinking she untied her mask and took it off to wipe her face clean, missing how her sons’ eyebrows shot up seeing her do this. And when she opened her eyes they couldn’t hold back the flinch of surprise they gave to the glowing white orbs.

But Azo seemed to like them, they were the same color as hers! So she scooted closer and gave little snorts of happiness, which made Reader smile in return. But then she sighed and she told Azo that what her brothers said was true, she’d adopted all of them even if she couldn’t remember any of it. She told Azo all about the house she’d built for her in the Nether to keep her safe and how she came and visited her every day with Tommy and Tubbo, making them all food and playing with her when she wasn’t working. Azo didn’t seem distrustful anymore but Reader wasn’t sure she believed them, but then the antlered woman remembered something she had saved. With a gasp she pulled out her ender chest and happily told Azo she’d saved all the pretty pictures she’d drawn for Reader.

When she pulled out the stack of colorfully decorated paper Azo’s tail swished back and forth happily. So many were things from the Nether. Fire, netherrack, piglins, blazes, fungus, gold, and more. Then there were some things from the Overworld that the three had given to Azo; like potted flowers, amethyst gems, a jack o’ lantern, and other stuff. But Reader’s absolute favorites were the ones Azo drew of her, Reader, Tommy, and Tubbo all together. She showed these to Azo with tears in her eyes and a loving smile on her face, so motherly that Azo couldn’t help but feel loved. The little pigling might not really remember these three but they clearly remember and love her. Which was… odd, but also nice. She feels bad she can’t remember but she likes these Overworlders so she’d like to stick with them. So with a happy snort she stands up and takes Reader’s hand and says,

“Amamay!”

Reader wanted to cry all over again but held herself back and grasped Azo’s hand back gently and agreed with her, saying,

“Yeah sweetie, I’m your amamay! And these are your brothers, Tommy and Tubbo!”

Azo waved at the two, then said their names in Piglin speak, which was basically just Ubbotay and Ommytay, which sounded sorta cool but still goofy to them but they were just happy Azo was seemingly slowly starting to come around. It wasn’t back to how things were originally but.. it was better than her being a mindless zombie. So Reader rubbed her thumb over the back of Azo’s little hand and said with as much love as she could muster,

“Azogamay, I know you don’t remember us right now. But we promise to love you no matter what. If you someday get your memories back we’ll be so happy!”

Azo let Reader pull her into a hug as she continued speaking,

“But even if you don’t… I’ll still be your amamay and they’ll still be your otherbrays. Maybe we can make lots of new memories together, as a family. How’s that sound?”

All Reader got in reply was a hug from the little pigling, and she supposed that was as good an answer as any. And with no hesitation the eldest of the four pulled the two boys into the hug with them, saying that no matter what now they were going to stick together since it seems that since being healed Azo had no problem in the overworld. The boys asked her if she wanted to come live with them, saying they could take her fishing, show her the markets, introduce her to Henry the cow, all their friends, and more! Azo seemed pretty excited so Reader stepped in and said if Azo wanted they could make her a room in her house, but only if she wanted of course. And in her excitement Azo agreed easily. Living in the Overworld sounded fun!

With that settled Reader sat Azo down on the ground between Tubbo and Tommy and with a much happier smile pulled some paper and crayons she made from her inventory and told the two boys to keep an eye on Azo while she went into the nether to grab Azo’s stuff from her house, then they could all go back to L’manberg together. They agreed and waved Reader off when she warned them to keep an eye out for mobs but then she put her mask back on, almost forgetting it, and hopped through the portal. Once through her smile fell and a scowl overtook her features as she looked around at the damage she’d missed before, the craters from what she was guessing were ghasts. But she wasn’t here for that, she was here for information.

She started questioning all the piglins in the surrounding area, asking them if they’d seen anything odd that day involving the pigling that’d gone through the portal. A couple of them weren’t sure but one did and called over two others from further away and the trio started filling Reader in on what they’d seen that day. About how a human had kidnapped one of their young and they’d all given chase but he’d been fast while only one of them had been wielding a crossbow. And when they finally caught up with him he’d run with her through the portal, and they shamefully admitted to losing sight of them after that since they couldn’t follow them through. They’d said a prayer for the child but chalked her up to being dead, which was a fair guess on their parts to be honest since she had ‘technically’ died.

But she needed more information. She asked them if they remembered what the human looked like. What color was his skin, his hair, clothes, anything to give her a hint on who he was. None of them got a good look at him from the front, since he was running away from them and all. But they did manage to notice a few distinguishing things about him…

Like his wavy dark hair.

His dark pants and long. Brown. Coat.

The hat he wore that was almost the same color as the netherrack around them.

And the funny little patch. On his shoulder.

Reader felt her eyes narrow behind her mask and with a blank expression she pulled out some paper and drew a little L’manberg flag, internally seething when the Piglins all snorted in confirmation that, yes, that had been the patch on the man’s sleeve. Reader crushed the paper in her hands before tossing it into the nearby lava to burn away. The sound of her grinding her teeth together in silent rage made the piglins’ ears flatten in displeasure. But they said nothing, not wanting to aggravate an already furious looking ‘sow’. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the child that had been taken was her’s. So it was best to just answer her questions and stay out of her way. So they just nodded when she gave them a tense but grateful smile and excused herself. She really did have to go get Azo’s things since the pigling was going to be living with her and the boys now.

But as she did she felt her rage festering inside her. That little bastard, it was his fault Azo had fucking died. She almost lost her child because of him, it was only by pure chance they’d managed to save her. Reader never wanted to hurt someone quite as badly as she wanted to hurt Wilbur at that exact moment. Just snap his little bastard neck and toss his worthless body into a lava pool, no fuss no muss. But… she couldn’t. She wasn’t some psycho killer who snaps the spine of anyone who wrongs her. ..Even if they deserve it. She needed to talk to Wilbur first, get his side of things. There’s a chance, small as it is, that the piglins saw someone else who looked like Wilbur. Sadly Wilbur wasn’t the only white boy with dark hair on this server, so she has a duty to do some kind of investigation.

As she decided this she made her way back to the portal, Azo’s belongings tucked away in her inventory. She needed to remain calm, cool, and collected. She would peacefully message Wilbur saying she needed to have a meeting with him, question him on his whereabouts for the day, and if he was suspicious it would lead to an arrest for child endangerment and kidnapping. It would be handled professionally.

..Brown.

Over to the left, at the edge of the crater she’d passed on her way in was a splotch of brown amidst the sea of sangria colored soil around her. Her eyes narrowed and she paused before going to see what it was, the white hot anger she’d managed to cool earlier now beginning to heat up again. And when she got closer and reached down to pick up the offending material, which turned out to be a small strip of dirty brown leather. One she’d fucking know anywhere. It was a part of that god awful fucking coat of WIlbur’s. She’d bet anything on it. She clenched her teeth together, milling them together and wanting so badly to just tear them into something, just bite something so hard. She needed to talk to WIlbur. Now. So with an inhuman speed she opened her communicator and started typing…

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Back at the ravine the two defectors stared down at their respective communicators in silence, the air around them feeling almost stagnant from the tense feeling that was settling into both of their bones. Schlatt narrowed his eyes, his ears dipping down as anxiety buzzed around in his head, he needed a drink. While Wilbur felt his mouth suddenly increase its saliva, causing him to hurry and swallow before he stiffly cleared his throat and opened his mouth to say something to clear the air but… nothing came out. Schlatt ended up being the one to cut through the strained atmosphere,

“I’m gonna hazard a guess that… someone may have seen you after all..”

That was pretty fucking obvious by this point, at least if the string of messages from Reader were to be any indication..

Reader: Wilbur

Reader: wilbur I need to talk to you

Reader: now. message me right now.

Reader: where are you?

Reader: wilbur soot message me right fucking now.

Reader: wilbur I know what you did. I know you were here in the nether.

Reader: im going to come find you.

How they started normal, but slowly became more and more threatening sent chills along the ex-presidents spine. Despite being quite sure he could take the behemoth in a fight he still felt… anxious with how aggressive her messages had gotten. Wilbur swallowed again, not sure if he was trying to swallow the surplus of his saliva or his own mounting alarm. But either way he thinks they’re going to be needing backup asap. So he pulled out his crafting table and penned a quick but straightforward note before tucking it into an envelope and sealing it with twine. Schlatt watched over his shoulder as the brunet wrote the name of the future recipient across the back before sending it off,

‘Technoblade’

-0-

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glattandblade · 2 years

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Dressing Up (c!Techno x Fem!Reader)

By Author Blade <3

Summary: Hours before a party, you find yourself insecure about your choice of attire.

Warnings: Reader is more fem (wears dresses), also uses the nickname princess (if you can’t tell this is self indulgent af LMAO), reader has body image issues, it’s a lil corny but dw about it

Word Count: 963

A/N: Wrote this forever ago, finally getting around to posting it. Thanks @jschllatt for the beta that I’m 98% sure that you did! For some context, this is slightly an AU? I don’t know how to describe it though, I think I was going for a royalty thing.

You checked yourself out in the mirror as you pulled the brand new dress over your body.

You pouted.

It didn’t look this bad when you first tried it on! And why did it suddenly feel so uncomfortable? You bunched up parts of the dress in your fists and pulled at it, as if that would solve your problems.

You fiddled with it as much as you could, hoping that you could adjust it in any way at all to make it feel more wearable. The zipper wasn’t even fully closed and it felt too tight. You knew that it was far too late to get another dress, the party is in a few hours, so you’re going to have to work with what you have. Somehow.

You huffed in frustration and crossed your arms, glaring at yourself in the mirror. You thought for a moment about just calling it off and not going, but that wouldn't be fair to your boyfriend.

Techno has been wanting to take you to one of these events for months now. He’s not too encaptivated by fancy parties, but he loved the idea of going to one with you. It would surely make the boring small talk with equally boring rich people more bearable. Plus, any moment to spend time with you was a moment worth taking.

When he had excitedly told you he was allowed to bring a plus one to this event, you couldn’t say no. You were starting to regret that choice. Slightly.

Huffing once more, you bunched the ends of the dress in your hands and were just about to take it off when Techno walked in. You must have been too lost in your own thoughts to realize that he had announced he was entering.

As he walked through the door you were immediately flooded with jealousy. You dropped the dress from your death grip and let it fall back around your legs as you gawked at Techno.

He was wearing a sharp, black suit- one you helped him pick out, in fact. The color of his tie matched the color of your dress and the rose in his breast pocket contrasted that perfectly. His long, pink hair was back in a perfect braid- to keep it out of the way, but also because you suggested that he try something more stylish. You were happy he took your advice, because he looked absolutely breathtaking. Truly a sight to behold.

“God damn it, why do you have to be so hot?” You sighed dramatically as you threw your arms up, feeling defeated.

Techno chuckled as he moved towards you, “Thank you?” He came up behind you in front of the mirror and looked over your outfit. He eyed the zipper on the back of the dress, which was pulled up about halfway.

“Wardrobe problems?” He asked with a slight smirk. He dropped the sly expression when he saw you frown.

You crossed your arms, feeling insecure under his gaze. “Yeah…”

He reached out and took the zipper, cold fingers brushing against your back and making you shiver. Gently, as if to not break it, he pulled the zipper up the rest of the way. You thanked him quietly, insecurity rising as you took notice at just how tight the dress felt now that it was fully closed.

You took a worried glance at yourself in the mirror and cringed at how bad you thought you looked.

Techno noticed this, a frown crossing his features for a second as he saw just how upset you were. He was about to ask what was wrong when you spoke up, albeit quietly.

“I don't know if I want to go anymore…” He could see the disgust in your eyes as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The pieces fell into place after that.

Suddenly, he had a new goal.

He smoothed his hands down your sides and settled them on your hips before leaning down and pressing light kisses to your neck, being mindful of his sharp tusks so that he wouldn’t hurt you.

You leaned into him with a content sigh, mumbling out an apology.

“Don’t be sorry. I understand if you don’t feel comfortable going.” He continued to sprinkle kisses on your neck and shoulder for a few more seconds before continuing, “But I want you to understand how beautiful you are. And how much I love you.” He wrapped his arms around you after saying that, keeping his face buried in your neck.

Your face flushed, but you ignored your slight embarrassment, instead saying, “But you really wanted to go…”

“I just want to be with you.” He pulled you closer to his chest, “I don’t care about the party, you know that. If you’re not comfortable going, then I’m not going.”

“Aren't those like.. mandatory?”

He shrugged, “If they know what’s best for them, they’ll let this one slide.” You let out a light laugh, enjoying the reassurance, but also halfheartedly scolding him for the threat.

Techno moved from his spot on your neck to stand up straight. You looked back at him curiously, but then shrunk under his fiery gaze.

“I don’t know who put it in your head that you’re anything less than stunning, but (Y/N), you are magnificent.”

Well when he said it like that, how could you deny him? A grateful smile graced your lips as you reached up and put your arms around his neck.

“You really think so?” You teased.

His hands found their place on your hips again and he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I know so. You’re a beautiful princess…” He kissed you, chaste and gentle, but full of more love than anyone could ever imagine. “My beautiful princess.”

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bergandysam · 3 years

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✮𝗣𝗶𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻' - 𝗧𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲✮

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A request that was made on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy!

Angst to fluff

Let me know if i need to add or take anything out of the CW!

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Intended female reader Word Count: 3.6k CW: snowstorm, angst, mentions of loss of breath, exhaustion

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tired was an understatement.

I was completely and utterly exhausted. the past few weeks had drained me of every single ounce of energy or piece of motivation i had.

running back and forth between baby sitting Michael and tending to my own chores in the Tundra, had been slowly killing me. as much as I love Tubbo and Ranboo, could they ever make some time to look after THEIR son. at this point michael was my child. which i didn’t need as i already had Steve (and Techno) to take care of.

It usually wouldn’t be this hard as Philza was always around to help me complete everything. But, Phil was currently on a trip with Techno, leaving me alone. I didn’t know where they had gone or why, all I knew is that I wanted to sleep for a month straight.

“bye Tubbo! bye Michael! I’ll see you soon okay buddy?” bending down to Michaels height, he ran into my chest almost making me topple over. i smiled at his antics, wrapping ny arms around the small piglins body. his snorts and giggles made my heart swell. with one last squeeze, i let him go, bopping him on the snout in the process. he swiped at his nose, he always hated when i tapped his snout, he claims it made his nose itch.

standing up, i waved to the father and son duo once more before turning around and making my long and painful journey back to the Tundra.

my legs were aching. sore from use and from how cold it was. everything in my body hurt. after the week i had, i couldn’t wait to bathe in a magma cube bath. k sighed at the thought. imagining how nice it would be to sit in the iron tub, the warm water covering my entire body, relaxing all of my tense muscles. the popping bubbles of the water, calming all of my rapid thoughts, washing them away leaving me with nothing but peacefulness.

of course my daydream didn’t last long, i didn’t have that much luck. i reached up to move the hair out of my face, but my fingertips were so cold i couldn’t feel them move. the snow was picking up its pace making it harder and harder to see 2 feet in front of me. my heart started racing. i had no idea how long you had been walking for, too distracted by my own day dream.

“oh fuck me” my mind was racing. not being able to come up with a single rational thought.

i was panicking.

without thinking. i began running. running as fast as i could with my numb limbs, harsh winds and snow thrashing against my face. my nose was red and stuffy, my breathing was irregular. i had never been caught in a snow storm by myself before. i always had Techno or Phil by my side. i didn’t know what to do. before Techno i lived in a plains biome.

I continued to run for what felt like miles. until i felt like i couldn’t run any more. my legs felt like jelly, i couldn’t breathe, i couldn’t see. i was sure this was how i was going to die.

exhausted and sore in the middle of a snow storm.

until i saw the smoke coming out of cabin up ahead. with the little strength i had left, i pushed myself to my limit. running as fast as my legs would allow me to. which at this point wasn’t very much. the light was getting closer and closer, the smell of smoke was filling my nostrils. i had never been so happy to see my shared little cabin.

the more i ran, the more my lungs felt like they were going to burst, my throat was burning, and i honestly thought i was going to pass out. my heart beat was drumming rapidly in my ears. the cabin was getting closer and closer. i began smiling.

i’m gonna make it

and make it i did.

the moment i reached the cabin, i began fumbling and tripping up the few spruce stairs that led to the front door. cursing to myself as i did. picking myself up off of my knees. i gripped the metal handle harshly, leaning my entire body against the door. turning the handle with with all my might. the door swung open from underneath me.

with a yelp i fell forwards. falling straight into the chest of the one and only Technoblade. i didn’t have time to register anything that was going on, my mind still foggy and rapidly racing due to the storm.

“fuck darlin’ i was worried about you” i wasnt certain whether or not Techno had spoke. the only thing i could hear was my rapid breathing and the thumping of my heart beat in my ears.

Techno grabbed my hips, pulling me as close to him as possible, moving me out of the way so he could shut the front door. still panting against his chest, he slowly led me towards the couch in front of the fire place.

sitting me down, he wrapped a blanket around my shoulders, Techno took my boots off for me trying to make me as comfortable as possible.

my heart beat started to even out, air starting to fill my lungs once again. i sighed, falling backwards on the couch to lean my head against the cushion. gripping the blanket, i wrapped it tighter around myself. my body was still shivering rapidly. i was definitely going to get sick after this. my teeth were chattering.

my thoughts and rationality started to slowly come back to me. looking down at my shaking hands, i slowly let go of the blanket to take the fingerless gloves off. i weakly threw them into the fire, knowing that after this i was never going to want to use them again. i leant forward as much as i could to still keep a safe distance from the open flame. pushing my arms forwards wanting my hands to heat up as quickly as possible, wishing to be able to feel them again.

Techno pushed my arms back towards my chest, kneeling in front of me. he softly grabbed my face with both of his hands. his calloused fingers rubbing soothingly on the apples of my cheeks. leaning into his hands i sighed contently. the past few weeks without him had been agony. glad to have him back in my arms.

“oh darl. what were you doing?” his usually gruff monotonous voice came out soft and sweet, and full of concern. i had never heard him like this before. it threw me through a loop. i smiled slightly, before leaning forward to rest my col forehead against his warm.

“i missed you Tech” whispering softly, i closed my eyes, and smiled brightly. my arms, although still slightly shaking, wrapped around his neck pulling him towards my torso. i stuffed my face into the crook of his neck. although the heat from the fire was nice, nothing beat the heat that radiates from Techno.

the sound of a slight snort and squeal mixed together erupted from the back of Technos throat. it had been just as painful for him as it was for me to be so far from each other for 2 weeks with no contact. loving every bit of attention i were giving him, he eagerly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me off of the couch and into his lap.

he took a deep breath, inhaling as much of my scent as he could. oh how he missed this. one of his hands was on the small of my back, the other on the back of my head, pulling me impossibly close. chest to chest. my legs were wrapped around his waist.

the hand he had resting on my back was tracing small soothing shapes as he started slightly rocking back and forth.

fuck the hot bath.

all i needed was Techno.

my arms were wrapped around his head, fingers tangled through his knotted pink hair. shoving my face as far as i could into his neck, i let out a soft sob. i wasn’t sure when the tears had started to pool in my eyes, or when my emotions had started to build up. but now that the tears had started to come out, there was no way i would be able to stop them.

Techno began quietly shushing me as i started to cry. my sobs getting harsher and harsher each time. Techno continued to rock the two of us back and forth hoping it was helping calm me down. my broken cries were muffled by Technos tunic, a wet patch forming underneath my face.

my arms went from wrapping around his head to his shoulders, to his chest, to one of his arms, before i decidedly went from straddling him to hanging both of my legs over his right one and sobbing into his chest. gripping his shirt as i sobbed. Techno continued to cradle me, not caring about how restless i was.

“Darl look at me please. You don’t have to say anything just look at me” Techno pleaded, his right hand coming to brush hair out of my face and tuck it behind my ear. hesitatingly, i lifted my head out of Technos chest, still gripping onto his shirt for life. i slowly looked up at him, my sobs had come to a stop but tears were still steaming down my face. Techno was patient. he knew i needed to take me time. he refused to try and rush me through anything.

once we made eye contact. he smiled. the hand that was brushing the hair out of my face moved to cradle my cheek.

“hey there beautiful” Techno smiled lovingly down at me. i giggled softly, shoving my head back into his chest. immediately Techno snorted a laugh, before clicking his tongue at my behaviour.

“come on, don’t hide your face from me darl’. i’m not that scary am i?” Techno knew i hated when he called himself scary. i immediately looked up at him, ready to correct him, a scowl on my face. only to be met with a smug smile and a playful glint in his eyes.

i groaned, knowing i fell for his antics, giving him exactly what he wanted. this time though, i didn’t look away.

“there you are. you feeling alright now? nice and warm? still need to cry?” i shook my head. confirming i am indeed feeling better.

“i’m better now. thank you Tech… i’m sorry for sobbing into you i don’t know what happened”

i shook my head slightly as i went over all of the events that had happened today. Techno tutted and continue to rub my cheek with his thumb.

“don’t be stupid. there’s no reason you should ever apologise for crying. i’m just glad you’re okay” knowing that i am now safe, Techno had returned. his monotone, gruff voice was back. quickly replacing the soft one he was using moments prior.

“i could be even better though…” i trailed off and looked up at Techno innocently. he raised an eyebrow. smirking down at me.

“oh yeah?” he questioned. i nodded giddily.

“how so?” he cocked his head to the side. i raised my head slightly, smiling.

“i don’t know… a kiss maybe? i think it’d make me feel a whole lot better.” a smug look had overtaken my face. waiting for my request to be fulfilled.

Techno hummed thoughtfully, staring off into space. he turned back towards me and shrugged. he leaned closer, as i closed my eyes waiting for the moment Technos lips finally met mine after weeks of waiting.

but i was kept waiting. i opened my eyes to look at Techno, he had a cheeky smile on his face. i opened your mouth to question him, but instead a squeal came out.

Techno immediately started cackling.

this motherfucker was tickling me.

“TECH PLEASE STOP NO-“ we both couldn’t stop laughing. i started punching at his chest hoping to pry him off. instead he just grabbed my wrists and pushed me away, all the while still laughing.

“sorry darl.” he cupped my cheek once again. and this time actually kissed me. o

when i woke up i was alone. the space where Techno slept next to me was empty, the sheets tangled and messy.

i couldn’t remember if yesterday really happened or if it was just all some bizarre dream.

i swung my legs over the side of the bed, feet touching the cold floor. i rested my face in my hands and groaned. rubbing my hands up and down face. standing up, i stretched. walking lazily to my bedroom door.

sliding down the ladder, i turned around.

and froze.

there Techno was, standing in the middle of the room smiling proudly, surrounded by various gifts.

“Happy birthday baby!!” my mouth was dropped. was it really my birthday?…

i just stood there, continuing to not move as i processed everything.

had i really become so busy that i didn’t know what day it was, that i had completely lost track of time.

as i stood there unmoving. Techno began to get ansty. did you not like your birthday? did you not like how many presents he got you? should he have gotten more? was it even your birthday did he get it wrong? around you his voices were always quiet, very rarely did they ever start talking.

but right now. they were louder than ever.

dumbass forgot when her birthday is. technolame. technobad. e. e. she hates us :(. e. she doesn’t hate us she’s just in a state of shock. guys she’s gonna break up with us.

after gathering my thoughts, i started walking towards Techno. the smile

from his face dropped and he took a cautionary step backwards.

“Tech?” i questioned, confused as to why he moved away. he shook his head quickly and apologised.

“sorry sorry… the voices.. it’s fine. i’m fine. we’re okay” he smiled softly at me. i smiled brightly in return and jumped into his arms.

“i love you so much you stupid lump of bacon”

“HEH?!” i laughed, pulling him down to my height. i kissed his cheek before moving to his lips. kissing him softly and lovingly. longing only for his touch.

Techno melted into my embrace. wrapping his arms around my waist, moving in sync with me.

“don’t do that again dumb ass i thought i got your birthday wrong” he pulled away and grumbled into my cheek. hiding his face with embarrassment. i laughed.

“i promise i won’t Tech. i was just surprised that’s all. i forgot my birthday was even coming up. let alone it be today… i just wasn’t expecting… so… much” Techno kissed my cheek, letting go of my waist to drag me towards the couch as he did last night. he sat down before me, turning me around and pulling me into his lap. he hooked his chin over my shoulder, tugging me closer towards his chest. and shoved one of the boxes into my lap.

i turned my head towards him, and saw him staring at me in return.

“what are you doing just looking at me. open your gifts!!” i giggled, entertained at the way he was insisting.

turning back towards my lap, i carefully removed the golden ribbon surrounding the box, and put it off to the side. i could feel Techno get more and more excited for my reaction from the way he was shaking beneath me. taking the lid off of the box i gasped.

the box was only small, but the inside was filled with various pieces of gold jewellery.

necklaces, rings, bracelets, matching earrings, and nose rings for if i ever wanted to match with Techno. shutting the box, i squirmed in his lap. manoeuvring myself to be straddling him. i stared at him dumbfounded as he looked at me delighted.

“Techno…” i trailed off, just staring at my loving boyfriend. he leaned forward and gave a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.

“when did you have time to do this?” i questioned. grabbing his cheeks softly, peppering kisses all over his face. happy squeals coming from the back of hsi throat. his piglin side showing more today than it has in months. clearing his throat, Techno responded.

“it was the main objective of the 2 week trip with Phil… i wanted to get only the best for you. i found everything else on day 1. but i wanted you to have only the best of the best when it came to the gold” Techno admitted timidly. I immediately doubled over in laughter, my forehead falling onto Technos shoulder. he grunted in displeasure. upset with the fact i was laughing at him.

“god Tech… you’re more Piglin than i thought you were” continuing to giggle, Techno turned away from me, a bright red blush coating his cheeks.

“yeah well.. i just love you okay” he mumbled only just enough for you to understand. i nodded. kissing his cheek repeatedly.

“i know baby. i love you too. even if you are a stupid piece of bacon” his head immediately snapped towards mine, a glare evident on his face. making me erupt into even louder laughter. Techno only sighed, lifting me off of his lap, putting me onto the couch next to him.

he stood up, grumbling to himself as he walked around the room grabbing the various different boxes and piling them in front of me. by the time i had calmed down. Techno was sitting against the fire place across from me. a frown evident on his face, waiting for me to open the rest of my gifts. upset with our distance. I stood up from my own seat, and plopped myself in the piglins lap pulling the biggest box towards me. despite Technos attempt at distancing himself from me, he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around my waist and shove his head into my hair.

“love you, you big baby” he only grunted in response. unsatisfied, i elbowed him in the stomach.

“i love you too i guess” he growled into my hair. i lifted one of the arms that was wrapped around me and kissed his hand, as well as every individual finger, before placing it back down onto my stomach.

by the end of the day, the lounge room was filled with empty boxes as i was covered head to toe in the new jewellery Techno had gotten me. as well as the new clothes Phil helped him pick out. a netherite sword hung from my hip as i pushed my way through the boxes, the sword nicking the cardboard as i went.

my favourite gift of them all though? was a pure gold crown decorated in different gems. rubies, sapphires, emeralds, amethyst, diamonds, you name it.

it matched Technos perfectly. and i was never going to go out without it.

eventually making my way through the mounds of boxes, i sat at the bench in the kitchen. watching as Techno made a beef and potato stew. resting my chin on my hand, i just stared as he worked away. admiring everything about him.

his long pink hair that had fallen out of his braid, his broad shoulders littered in scars, the gold glasses he only ever wore inside the house, that only me and Phil know about, his lil pointed piglin ears that were decorated in different piercings. everything about him was absolutely perfect to me. putting the stew on a simmer, Techno turned around and caught me staring at him. he froze, a blush creeping up his neck. i just smiled cheekily before looking out the window next to him. he walked around the bench and sat on the stool next to mine, gripping my knee.

“you know..” i hummed and turned my head towards his, indicating i was listening to what he had to say. “you never told me what happened yesterday.” this time i was the one who froze. before i started laughing.

“oh no no it’s stupid.” Techno only cocked an eyebrow. i sighed. “i was coming back from Snowchester after babysitting Michael. i started daydreaming about how i wanted to relax when i finally got back to the cabin, not expecting you and Phil to be back from your trip just yet. because i was distracted, i didn’t notice the wind and snow pick up its pace until it was too late and i was caught in the middle of the storm. i didn’t know what to do since i’m usually always with you, and decided to just run home… which at the time i regretted doing. but now i’d doing again in a heart beat if it meant you were always going to be here” Techno shook his head and chuckled.

“stupid. should’ve just found cover instead of running for like what 20 minutes in a snow storm” Techno advised, deciding to ignore my last comment. i just shrugged, the crown falling out of place. as i went up to readjust it. Techno reached over and took it off of my head instead placing it on the bench.

i looked at him, and he just smiled shaking his head. grabbing my neck to bring me towards him, he kissed me. i hummed satisfied with the amount of attention Techno had given me today.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Idk if this is what the reader wanted lololol but we'll see.

have a good day/night :)

- Birdy

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hiii, idk if your requests are open if they arent feel free to ignore, but if possible could you please do Wilburs younger sister x dream? like where they sneak out to meet up during the war at midnight, and do cute things like steal glances and all that? just cute things and hugs maybe a few butterfly kisses and pecks? if u aint comfortable writing that just skip, but ye have a good day:)) its 2:30am so imma sleep now

Hello! Thank you so much for the request, and hope you enjoy this, get plenty of sleep and water my dear deities🌱

Beautiful, Beloved

Dream x Fem!Reader

It was time, the chime of the L'manburgs bell struck midnight, your heart fluttered with excitement. You jumped out of bed and pulled your jacket over your shoulders in the darkness, you then tried your hardest to keep quiet when you snuck down the stairs.

You were met with the hunched-down form of your big brother sprawled across his work desk, it was filled with war plans and defenses for the walls that seemed all but enjoyable to you.

You grabbed a blanket from the couch and carefully wrapped it around Wilburs shoulders, you could see his chest heaving with every breath he took, this was one of the few times he actually looked peaceful.

He definitely deserved the rest, he was always working his hardest, sacrificing everything for his country, our country.

But now wasn't the time to think about L'manburg, you had waited for this particular night for days on end. You were going to see him.

The nonstop fighting hurt, literally but also mentally. You didn't want to hurt your....best friend- I suppose, you weren't sure if he felt the same way yet. But tonight, you didn't have to fight or even think about your country. Tonight it was just you and him.

You ran through the flower fields, seeing a familiar tree in the distance- that was your meeting spot, you could already see him waiting there. Excitement allowed you to run even faster than before, and before long you were already jumping into his arms.

"Dream!" You laughed happily while he spun you around in his arms.

"[Name]!" He shouted back with just as much enthusiasm, holding you in a tight hug before putting you down gently. He then sat down in the grass, patting the spot next to him, you took his offer and sat down.

You were sitting in comfortable silence while looking at the stars above, you pretended to not notice Dream who was actually looking at you instead of the stars. You could feel slight blush dust your cheeks, turning to him.

As if caught red-handed he turned red in the face, quickly turning away "i-i uh-..sorry, didn't mean to stare..." he stuttered out, it was quite funny to see the leader of the SMP so flustered just because he was caught staring at you, it made you cackle a bit.

This seemed to make him even more embarrassed as he let out a nervous laugh before turning away, you then followed him scooting closer until your shoulders were touching.

He quickly turned back to face you, searching your face carefully before gently placing one hand on your cheek. You smiled at him, leaning your face more to his hand which made him smile right back at you.

You two spent a moment just staring into each other's eyes, you searched his emerald ones, they seemed to almost pull you in.

After a short while, Dream finally moved closer and gently laid a soft kiss against your lips. After pulling away he wrapped his arms around you, as you buried your face in his chest. Hiding your smile, an outsider would notice, but you two didn't, both of you were smiling like lovestruck idiots. And honestly, you guys kind of were.

He gently rubbed your arm in the chilling night, as you two cuddled closer. You liked this, a break from all the war and destruction, just you two, in the night while everyone else was asleep.

You're not sure how long you stayed like that, just huddled close to each other, could've been hours or just a few minutes, but after that heartwarming moment. You slowly tilted your head upwards and placed a gentle peck on his cheek, before quickly turning your head back into his chest, smiling like you just accomplished the biggest thing in your entire life.

You could see the sun slowly creeping its way up the horizon, that was your cue, you had to head back before your brother or even Tommy and Tubbo woke up. You two looked at each other with longing, before nodding as an agreement.

You then stood up and helped Dream up as well, you two embraced each other for one last moment before you had to go right back to fighting for the better of L'manburg and the rest of the SMP.

He gently kissed your head, before starting to walk you back to the distant walls of your country, your home.

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Some fluffy romantic writing for all our beloved Dream simps <3 Hope you enjoyed this, I sure liked writing it.

-Deity

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Actually Pretty Funny-Technoblade

Hello! This is a platonic!brother!Technoblade x fem!reader and a hinted Niki x fem!reader. I made the reader female since the request was the reader coming out to Techno as a lesbian. I hope that you enjoy!

Not in the dreamsmp but also isn’t real life. This is a Sleepy Bois inc fic where Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, and reader are all siblings with Phil being their father.

Warnings: Mentions of skipping meals

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Y/N opens up to her big brother as to why she has been avoiding her other brother and his friend.

Y/N’s POV

I let out a sigh as I flopped face first down on my bed. For the past few days, I’ve been spending a lot of time in my room after school. Why? Well thanks for asking, ambiguous voice. My brother Wilbur has been bringing his friend Niki for the past week and a half. The two had been assigned to work on a project together and they found it easier to work at our house because of the close proximity to the school. So the two would spend hours sitting at the kitchen table working on their project, talking and laughing at the jokes they made with one another and I couldn’t be around it. But not for the reason that most would think….

Many would think that I couldn’t be around the two because I didn’t like Niki. But it’s really quite the opposite. I like Niki. I mean, really like Niki… Really really like Niki… I have a giant crush on Niki. That’s why I can’t be around the two. I either get so jealous that it makes me feel sick or I make a complete fool of myself because I can’t handle Niki smiling at me. I haven’t told anyone this. Not even my brothers. No one knows how I feel and I would like to keep it that way. I love my brothers and I know they’re very supportive of the LGBTQ+ community, but I can’t help but fear that they’ll tease me or look at me differently and I don’t want anything to change.

So I decided to just hide myself away from all of it. If I don’t acknowledge my feelings, do they really exist? If I hide away in my room, nothing can get out and no one can find me out. I shouldn’t have to do this much longer, the project should be done soon, maybe even tonight. Maybe tonight will be the last time Niki and Wilbur will sit at the kitchen table laughing over how dumb their teacher is. I sure hope so.

I was interrupted from my self-pity party by a knock on my door. Letting out another sigh, I rolled onto my back and sat up, “Yeah?” The door swung open and I was greeted by the sight of my blonde haired brother. “What?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow. Tommy almost never knocks before coming in so I was a bit surprised. “Dadza is letting us get pizza to celebrate Wilbur and Niki finishing their project. What kind do you want?” Tommy asked, pushing hair out of his eyes.

My eyes widened slightly at the question. I was right, tonight was the last night that she would be over. But the way that he phrased the question left me with one of my own, “Is Niki staying for dinner?” Tommy rolled his eyes at my question. “Of course she is, idiot. It wouldn’t be a celebration of them finishing without her. Now what do you want?” He pressed. “Oh… Umm..” I stuttered. This had never happened before. Niki never stayed for dinner. Of course Phil made sure she knew she was always welcome, but she didn’t accept the offer. She would always say she had to get home to Ranboo and make sure he hadn’t burned down the house. This always allowed me to fly under my family’s radar. I would go to my room and come down for dinner, claiming that I had a lot of homework and didn’t want to get distracted. Everytime they all bought it. Now what am I supposed to do?

“Umm. Actually, I’m not that hungry right now so I’ll just skip out. Thanks though Tommy.” I smoothly lied to my little brother. At least I thought I was smooth, but Tommy remained in my doorway with a cocked eyebrow and hands now on his hips. “You’re not hungry… For pizza? One of your all time favorites? Yeah I don’t believe you…. Are you skipping meals again? Do I need to go get Techno?” Tommy questioned. My heart began pounding. “No!” I blurted, standing up. I cleared my throat before responding once more, a lot calmer now. “No. No you don’t need to get Techno. I’m not skipping meals. I’m just not hungry.” For a moment, Tommy actually seemed to believe me. But then out of no where, my stomach let out a really loud growl.

Tommy and I stared at each other for a long while. I silently begged him to not do what I knew he was about to do. If Techno came in here, I knew I would have to spill everything. For some reason I couldn’t lie to my pink headed brother. He always knew how to get me to tell him what he needed to hear. “Tommy,” I whispered, “Please don’t-” “TECHNO!” He screamed, cutting me off. Tommy bolted out of my room and down the hallway toward Techno’s room. I heard Tommy begin to pound on Techno’s door as he yelled his name. In a panic, I rushed forward and slammed my door shut. I then rushed back to my bed and crawled under the blankets, bringing them up to cover my face.

Tommy’s screams stopped and it was silent. The calm before the storm. A rhythmic knock sounded against my door once more. I didn’t answer, hoping that maybe they would just go away if I didn’t respond… I knew better than that though. After a few moments of silence, I heard the door creak on it’s hinges letting me know it had been opened. It’s moments like this where I silently curse Phil for not letting me have a lock on my door. There was a small click as the door was shut once more. Footsteps echoed through my room and when they stopped, a pressure dipped my bed down as that same person sat next to me.

The tension in my room was extremely thick as we waited for the other to speak first. I was surprised by the blanket being pulled off of my face. My eyes quickly adjusted as I stared at my brother’s stoic expression, “Hello Technoblade” I greeted softly, looking away from his eyes. “Hello Y/N… Would you like to explain to me why Tommy nearly busted down my door to tell me that you're skipping meals again.” I rolled my eyes and adjusted myself so that I was now sitting up and resting against the headboard, “Because he’s a snitch that can’t keep his mouth shut” I huffed, looking everywhere but my brother. Techno let out a sigh and moved so that he was now sitting criss-cross on my bed. I felt a hand underneath my chin and my head was slowly moved so that I had no choice but to look at Techno. “You want to try again?” He prodded softly.

I took a deep breath before letting it out and swallowing harshly, “I can’t be around her.” I admitted softly. Techno’s face morphed into confusion, “Niki? Why? Has she been mean to you? That’s really surprising to hear, she’s usually a total sweetheart! I’ll talk to her and let her know-” “No” I cut him off. “No, it’s not that at all… I can’t be around her for another reason…” I trailed off. Techno was still confused, “You’re going to help me out Y/N. What other reason?” I took another deep breath before finally answering, “I like her. I really like her Techno. I’m either sick with jealousy at what her and Wilbur have or I fumble and embarrass myself in front of her… Techno… I’m a lesbian.” I admitted, closing my eyes tightly, not wanting to see his reaction.

He was silent for a while. I was about to speak again but was cut off by arms being wrapped around my shoulders. Techno pulled me into a tight hug, pressing me close to his chest. On instinct, my arms wrapped around him, my hands clutching the back of his shirt. All the emotions I had been bottling up for the past week and a half came crashing down. Tears began slipping out of my eyes as small sobs choked their way out of my mouth. Techno simply held me closer and began rocking back and forth, smoothing my hair down with one hand and the other rubbing up and down my back in comfort.

After a few minutes, my tears and sobs came to a stop. Techno tilted his head down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head. “Thank you for telling me,” He murmured against my hair. I sniffed and let out a hum, “Yeah… I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” Techno pulled back and gave me a stern look, “Don’t apologize okay? You weren’t ready to tell me and that’s okay. No one is entitled to information that you’re not ready to tell.” I processed his words and nodded, “You’re right,” I croaked, my throat raw from sobbing. Techno let out a laugh in triumph, “Always am kiddo. I always am.”

The two of us sat in comfortable silence for just a moment before Techno spoke again, “I just want to let you know that this changes nothing. You’re still my little sister that I love very much. Just now, instead of beating up your boyfriends, I’ll have to have civil conversations with your girlfriends.” His words caused me to giggle. The thought of Techno gearing up to fight the first boy I bring home only to open the door and find a woman. I giggled more as I pictured him quickly hiding his weapons and ushering the girl to the table and questioning them. “You know Techno, you’re actually pretty funny.” I giggled, shaking my head. A huge smile graced Techno’s face as he fist pumped in the air. “A lesbian refering to me as ‘actually pretty funny’? I’ve won life. Poggers!” I couldn’t help the laughter then burst from my lips at the sight of my pink headed brother fist pumping to me telling him he’s funny. Techno joined in on my laughter, causing me to laugh harder.

After our laughter died down, Techno stood up and offered me his hand. “Come on. Let’s go get some pizza.” Without even stopping to think, I took his hand and let him lead me downstairs to the kitchen. “There you two are!” Dadza greeted with a warm smile. Everyone was seated at the kitchen table, pizza boxes spread out in front of them. I didn’t realize that enough time had passed to where they were able to order and get the pizza. “Y/N your pizza is right there and Techno yours in next to hers.” aid, pointing to the two empty spots. Techno was quick to sit down and begin eating.

I took my seat next to Techno and Niki across from me. “Hey Y/N!” Niki greeted with a bright smile. “Hey Niki,” I greeted her back with a shy smile. “I felt like I haven’t seen you much this past week! How have you been?” She questioned, setting down her slice of pizza. “I’ve been good. How about you?” I asked back. “I’ve been good too! Hanging out with your brother has been fun, but it would have been better if I was able to see your face every once in a while.” Her words caused my face to flush a deep red. “Maybe we could hang out, just you and me sometime?” She offered, getting a little shy now. I glanced around at the table and found three shocked faces and one smirking. I cleared my throat and nodded enthusiastically, “I would love that, Niki.” I claimed with a smile. Niki smiled sweetly back at me before going back to eating her pizza causing me to also go back to my pizza.

There was a silence that fell over the table as the four guys stared at us. “What’s the matter?” I asked in general to the four. Wilbur, Tommy, and Phil seemed to shake out of their surprise and all murmured “nothing” before all going back to munching on their pizza and having a casual conversation. I let out a breath of relief. I knew that I would have to address what just happened after dinner, but for now I was off the hook. I allowed myself to look over to my oldest brother, who was shoving his pizza in his mouth. When his eyes met mine, he gave me a bright smile and a sly wink causing me to giggle and smile back at him. Perhaps it’s a good thing I can’t lie to my pink headed brother sometimes… Sometimes.

There you go! I really hope that you enjoy! If you did, please be sure to leave a like!

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