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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗 - 𝟷𝟶𝟶 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

Theme: Technoblade is the king!!! This was just something I thought of while listening to my friend play the violin.

Characters: Technoblade, Dream, Wilbur, Tommy... I think that’s it.

Warnings: bit of language from Tommy at the end but I think that’s it! Lemme know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 2774

A/N: listen I was super descriptive in the beginning and it dropped off at the end forgive meeee ;;; but also enjoy!

It had taken Technoblade a while to get accustomed to living in the Overworld, but even longer to get accustomed to being a king. Thoughts of being back home often plagued his mind, regardless of where home really was. This - the castle full of echoing hallways and paintings that did no sort of talking back - was not it. Maybe home was back with the piglins in the Nether, or maybe it was in the little cottage that was essentially just a shell now… but again, it wasn’t in the castle. 

The hybrid’s days consisted of small-talk with aforementioned unresponsive paintings, practicing his archery out in the area he’d designated for such sport, accidentally making promises he couldn’t keep to the people under his rule, and playing the violin with what little spare time he had left after anything else unmentioned. He enjoyed the violin, and at the very least he was glad that the castle was good for carrying the sound. 

Sometimes, Wilbur came to visit and would bring his guitar. They would play music with each other until one or the other was dragged back to their duties. Wilbur was free in Techno’s eyes, but Wilbur in his own eyes was almost literally shackled to the life he had made for himself and couldn’t seem to change. Life was just cruel, and the two of them knew that stopping it was out of the question, lest they be punished further. 

Tommy was another story. Tommy led his days with as much joy as he could, which made appearances at the castle even more scarce than Wilbur’s. When he did visit, the entire castle almost seemed more like home. On more than one occasion, Techno would offer Tommy residence in the space, but it was always turned down. It was understandable, really, but Techno would offer each visit anyway.

As for Phil… well, he would send letters, but that was all that Techno got from his father. Any family further than immediate wasn’t big on communicating with him either, and they normally only reached out when they needed something from him. Talk was talk to him though, and whatever they needed was swiftly provided albeit how out of greed the communication was. 

“Your Majesty,” The advisor spoke softly from the doorway to the king’s chambers, startling the half-piglin from his thoughts. The pink-haired male looked over to the source of the voice, giving a soft smile in his direction. “A letter from your father.” To prove this, he held up a neatly sealed envelope, the crest on the wax the same as it had been when Phil himself was king. Techno waved the other male in to set it at the desk.

“Anything from Tommy or Wilbur recently?” Techno moved his braid to lay against his back, looking up at the elder, who shook his head. “I see. I suppose I'll have to write something to them. Tommy’s birthday is soon, so I figured I could round the two up here and make a day of it.” Smiling fondly, he moves his inkwell closer to him. 

“That’s a wonderful idea, I just hope that there’s not too much trouble involved.” The older man waves a finger as he places the envelope of well-wishes on the desk. 

“Ever since becoming king, there’s never been a day of trouble. It’s quite exhausting knowing that I had to grow up so quickly,” Techno bites back bitterly. He missed the days when he was uncaged and hardly had a responsibility to name. Now here he was, sole ruler of a kingdom he hadn’t given a second thought back when he was younger. 

For a while, his royal advisor stayed quiet. Though he didn’t enjoy the attitude from the king, he understood that the younger male had been forced to rule and wasn’t really here voluntarily. He did note, however, that for someone who had been left the kingdom unwillingly, he did a fine job of ruling it. “Also, the invitations have been sent out, your Majesty.” 

Right. Invitations. Damnit. “I wish you could have just forgotten about the whole thing,” Techno complained, dipping his pen into the ink and putting the end to the paper. He loved to write letters, they were his favourite. He was rather proud of his penmanship, so that made them all the easier for him. Then again… how would he write it? He didn’t want to be too formal, since these were for his brothers, but he had to keep some kind of proper to his words. He’d fallen so far out of it with his brothers that he didn’t know how to talk to them anymore, and he felt pretty pathetic for it. 

He ended up thinking so long about it that it left a puddle of ink in the middle of the paper. Now he needed a new paper. 

“I told you that I would hold you to it, so I simply made and handed out the invitations by myself.” The advisor chuckles softly, letting a hand rest on Techno’s shoulder, before he exits the room and leaves Techno to his thoughts again. Once Techno got a different paper, he slowly started writing how he thought it would sound best, although it sounded awkward. He hadn’t intended on it being awkward really, but it came out that way and he figured it sounded best like he would sound around his brothers. He made a separate one for the other, then sealed them both up, after neatly and precisely folding them to nestle into the envelopes with no issue. 

He was starting to think a lot about those invitations. It felt sort of like a betrayal, having the advisor do all of that without notice after Techno made wise cracks about having a royal ball to find someone to marry and have rule alongside him. It felt too cliche, like it had been done one too many times before. He knew he’d heard about other kingdoms doing the same thing, and it just felt… overdone. It didn't matter too much, since he figured he wouldn’t find someone he would like right off the bat, but it still bothered him that he hadn’t been informed of the finalcy of actual planning. 

Techno looked over to the envelope from his father, the seal a bright blue in contrast to the dark red that Techno used when sealing his own envelopes. He couldn’t remember off the top of his head which kingdom usually used blue for their seals, but Techno figured that’s where Phil was at the time of writing the letter and sending it off. He picked the envelope up and examined it, then carefully opened it to retrieve the letter from inside. He put down the envelope and unfolded the letter,  reading the words until his eyes went blurry.

Dear Techno,

I was surprised to see when young women started receiving invitations here and in other areas, and even more surprised to find it was from you. Or, well, the advisor! I figured he’d be retired by now, but when I saw him here, I obviously had to ask about him, and you.

I know how you’re feeling about this whole thing - trust me, I do. Just know that I gave one female in particular an invitation. I’m not telling you who, but I promise that you’re very likely to be interested in getting to know her! 

Besides this whole ball situation, I hope you’ve been well and not giving your brothers too much grief when they stop by. I worry about you three a lot, so it would be nice if you could all see each other and get along more often. If you three manage to meet up for Tommy’s birthday or plan to, let me know beforehand so I can possibly show up as well. 

We miss you, Techno. 

- Dad

After Techno had taken in all of the information and wishes of wellness, his first initial thought was, ‘of course he would say he might be able to show up’. Though not meant in a bitter way, it came out bitter. He had his reasons for bitterness, though. Almost every letter he receives from Phil has some version of the same line, but never once had the older male appeared. Sure, there were times when Phil was busy, but Techno knew he wasn’t busy all the time. No one person could be busy all the time. Not even him, and he was ruling an entire kingdom. 

There came a sharp knocking on the doorframe, so Techno turned in his seat. Dream stood there, adorned in his usual attire of light armour and emerald-coloured clothing underneath, with the additional smirk on his lips. “Your Majesty,” He said dramatically, bowing as far as he could, then straightening back up. 

“You could have warned me of your arrival, so maybe then I could evacuate,” Techno replied jokingly, motioning with one hand to enter the room. Dream strode in, looking around. “So, what brings you here? How’s living out in the forests going for you and your friends?” 

Dream shrugged his shoulders, sitting at the edge of the king’s bed and sighing. “Well, living out there has been great, although Sapnap and George could always use a little separation since they argue a lot.” He laughed quietly, a small smile replacing earlier’s smirk. “They’re both great though. I couldn’t be happier in this life.” 

Dream’s wording sounded a bit weird to Techno, but he didn’t ask questions. “Anyway, why are you here?”

“Oh!” The green-donned male went through his bag and fished out an apple - a golden one, the colour shining where the light from the window hit it - and set it on the desk that the king still sat at. “This is for you. You know how hard those are to get, so be grateful.” 

“If I accept this, will I be indebted to you?”

“No, of course not! It’s just a friendly gesture, since you’ve been so much help to me in the past. Just keep it, okay? I have to go.” Dream patted Techno’s shoulder, then quickly made his way out of the room. Techno was alone once more.

Putting the apple with the rest of the golden apples in his collection, he let out a heavy sigh and looked to the clock. It was already past noon. Lunch would be soon, but Techno’s appetite had left long ago, so he figured he could skip it. Lunch was a rather unimportant meal in his day, and he wanted to replace that time with something more fun. 

Finally, he stood, looking toward the violin case that rested on the window seat. A little bit more practice couldn’t hurt.

The sun had set in the distance, sinking below the horizon and giving way to the night in it’s dark glory, stars covering the blanketed sky and twinkling in such a familiar way that Techno could have sworn they felt like friends. The stars had seen every bit of his life in the Overworld, and had never said a harsh word or judged him based on what he did and didn’t do. Although he had friends that spoke to him sometimes, they weren’t the same. Stars were judgement-free. Stars were always there for him, even if he couldn’t see them. 

He sat on the balcony leading to his chambers, looking up into the star-speckled sky, thinking about the events of the day. After that bit more of violin practice, he had been forced to eat even a little, then was sent out to talk to some of the people in the kingdom. Though mostly uneventful, the day had been sprinkled with some interesting events. 

He had seen a child dressed in a miniature-sized cape that resembled his own, with a blue painted cardboard sword and a crown of the same material, who said he wanted to be like Techno when he grew up. The king had stayed to talk with the little boy for a bit longer, before his father came out to get him for dinner. 

He’d also seen a proposal right in the square, which he had congratulated after the ‘yes’. He didn’t really see the appeal of love and marriage, but they were happy, and that was enough for him. He still didn’t see him getting into a relationship of such a kind in the future, though.

He got up from the balcony’s bench, then went back inside. The day had worn him out thoroughly, so he was ready for it to be over finally. He changed into his nightclothes, putting the ones from the day into a basket near his door for collection. He had insisted on doing his own laundry in the past, but the staff would have him do no such thing. Sometimes, though, Techno was able to do it in secret. He wanted some semblance to his old life, even if it meant sneaking around to do his own laundry once in a great while. 

Techno made his way over to his bed while undoing his braid, a soft yawn escaping his mouth before he finally settled in for the night. It didn’t take long for the room to go quiet, save for the soft snoring of the king as he slept. 

Morning crept it’s way slowly into the window, the light filtering through the curtains and painting the large room in a warm glow. The sunlight left even the sleeping king in a heavenly glow, and slowly his ruby eyes fluttered open. Sitting up, Techno rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes, then stretched his arms high above his head. There was faint birdsong from outside, and it was a comfort in the loneliness that was the castle. 

The half-piglin threw the covers off, then stepped out of bed and stretched again, before heading to the wardrobe and choosing an outfit for the day. Most of said wardrobe consisted of ruffled shirts and black pants, which was only a slight upgrade from what he wore back before his ruling, as well as a couple of nice jackets that he saved for colder weather. After putting his sleeping clothes into the basket, he runs a brush through his long, pink hair, putting it up into the usual braid. His mind was still too sleep-clouded to make a coherent thought, so he made his way to the dining room, the smell of breakfast like a lure to his grumbling stomach. 

“Good morning, your Majesty.” The main chef pulls the male’s chair out, setting a plate of food in front of him. “I hope you slept well.” The woman leaves a gentle pat on Techno’s forearm, then scurries back to the kitchen. Techno picks up his fork and knife, working on cleaning off the plate so he could go start on the day’s activities. 

Once he finishes his breakfast, he pops into the kitchen to thank all the chefs, then grabs his bow and shoulder bag with his arrows, striding toward the part of the yard with the targets laid out. His mind had become clear, the tired grey clouds having gone when he was eating. 

He took a stance a handful of feet away from one of the targets, pulling an arrow from the back and knocking it. He pulled back the string with the arrow, lining it up to hopefully get a bullseye. Letting go, he watched the arrow miss the middle and hit the second outermost circle. Something was on his mind, and that made focusing on the target a bit more difficult. Maybe… maybe the ball was a bigger deal to him than he thought. 

“You’ve gotten rusty, Techno!” A hand comes down on his shoulder, causing him to jump and look over. It was Wilbur! “Woah, man. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughs, then gives his brother a side hug. Suddenly, every other thought vanishes, and things feel a lot lighter. 

“I didn’t think you would actually come here.” Techno gives a half-smile, patting Wilbur’s back. Suddenly, another familiar voice rings out.

“I’m here too, fuckhead! Wilbur just needs to learn how to wait up.” Tommy bounds up to the two, grinning from ear to ear and making everything even brighter. If Techno was being honest, this was the first time the three of them had been together since the crowning.

Someday You’ll Understand - SBI

Here’s an SBI (Techno x GN!Reader and SBI content) blurb I thought about a lot. Happy 200!

Warnings: angst, some strong language, and war

Theme: You and Techno think back on your lives thus far as you give advice to a young Tommy.

Characters: c!Techno, c!Tommy, c!Wilbur, Y/N

A/N: This literally took me a week to write fully because I’ve been so burnt out. I hope you all enjoy.

“Y’ever fought other people?” The little blonde asked Y/N and Technoblade, playing ‘war’ with little figures on the floor of the home. The older two shared a look, though it didn’t stop the piglin hybrid from answering anyway.

“Yes, we both have.” 

Y/N couldn’t help but remember. The wars were the worst part of their life, having ripped their friends and family away. The only person that had managed to not be killed or imprisoned and always made their way back was Techno. They fought together countless times, and that’s why they were together as of now.

The first war Y/N had fought in, they were all shaky and would constantly insist that they couldn’t do it. They couldn’t go against people they once called their friends. Of course, Techno didn’t want them dead, and talked them through it. It was the only way.

“Y/N, listen to me, okay? I can’t have you die because you won’t fight. You said you would do this for us, and you can’t back out now. Got it?”

“You don’t understand, Techno! I cared about them- I still do! I’m not like you, I don’t forget about the good things about a person I used to know when they fuck up!” They dropped their sword at their feet and teared up. 

“Look, I get it. You don’t want to hurt them. Unfortunately, Y/N, things aren’t always puppies and rainbows. Look around you! Look at what they’ve done! They tear everyone apart and start wars just to fight for the memory of something that can never be the same. They fight for a place that no longer feels like peace and friendship and freedom. They’re torturing themselves by holding onto that stupid place.” He sighed, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Look, you can either fight for the greater good, or you can turn against me too. What’ll it be?”

Of course they had chosen him. He was the only one to stay true to himself and his word thus far. 

“Y/N, we’re your friends, remember? Why are you fighting alongside the enemy? Don’t you want L’Manberg back?” 

“I don’t plan to fight for something that’s tearing us all apart. I want to see this place in ashes,” Y/N replied, shaking as they swung their sword. They’d been killing old friends all day. They just wanted to go home, but instead they chugged a potion of strength and moved on. 

Little Tommy looked up at his brother, a mix of interest as well as what could possibly be described as sadness crossing his features. “Well, why? Why did you fight?”

Techno sighed, sitting down beside Tommy and picking up one of the figures. “Well, when disagreements form, people like to make it all into a big deal. I made things into a big deal. When you disagree and don’t talk it out, it can lead to fights.” Setting the toy back down, the pink-haired male looks up at Y/N.

“Were you sad?” The blonde boy also looked toward Y/N as they sat beside Techno gently, taking hold of their boyfriend’s hand and sighing softly, a sweet smile taking hold of their features, to avoid the urge to cry. 

“For a while, yeah,” Y/N explained, “so keep your friends and your family close, okay? Make sure you never have to fight with them. Make sure that, when you argue, the first thing you do is talk it out. Okay, Tommy?” 

Tommy nods quickly. “But... why does talking help? Does talking really do anything to avoid getting killed?”

Wilbur walks in quietly, a look of concern on his face, as both Y/N and Techno struggle to come up with an answer that’ll satisfy but not traumatise the little boy. “Dare I ask what’s happening in here, guys?” 

Tommy stands, bounding over to the brunette. “Wil! I was wondering about wars and stuff. Like, you and Techno and Y/N have all fought in wars ‘n stuff, so does talking really work to avoid them?” Wilbur’s expression sours slightly as he picks up his little brother and places him on his hip. 

“Sometimes, but there are occasions where no amount of talking will get you anywhere closer to avoiding it.” 

“Why?”

“You ask a lot of questions, Tommy. It’ll all be clear to you when you’re older though. Someday... you’ll understand.”

The Blade - Techno x Reader

Request: i love your writing so much and would love if you could write Techno and Y/N? Like Y/N maybe is new to the whole PvP thing so Techno is teaching them?

This is such a good idea, also thank you! One Technoblade comin’ right up!

Genre: who knows really. 

Warnings: violence talk, weapons, war talk a little as well, some talk of gore and blood and such. If I miss anything, let me know!

Characters: Technoblade, bit of Wilbur, Y/N

“Keep your stance,” Technoblade barked at Y/N, who immediately fixed their stance with haste. “Good. Now, make sure you’re holdin’ your axe in a comfortable way. You need to actually FEEL the power that surges through your weapon. You’re either with your weapon, or you’re as good as dead.”

Y/N blinked a few times, holding their axe in different ways to get a feel for what was best. After a minute or so, they finally found what was most comfortable. No matter how they held it, the weight was awkward, and the wooden handle was rough. If they weren’t careful, splinters were not only possible, but very likely. “Okay, Techno, what next?”

Techno folds his arms over his chest, staring down at them. “Well, let’s see how good a swing you’ve got. You may be good at swingin’ a sword, but the axe is much different in comparison. I’m not allowin’ any of us to use a sword, since it’s easy to hit allies in the middle of a war. With an axe, you get better crits, and you also don’t risk hittin’ anyone you don’t mean to.” The hybrid took his own axe, going through how to properly swing the weapon. 

Y/N, although a bit slower in contrast, swung well. The weight of the diamond axe was still uncomfortable for them, but they would soon get used to it. They had to. 

After what felt like an eternity but was only really an hour and a half, Techno turned to Y/N with a big grin. “Ready to try and take me on, Y/N?” He joked. Y/N nudged him playfully with an elbow, sitting down in the grass beneath them. 

“Definitely not. I could always train with Wilbur for that, since I’m closer to his level than to yours.” 

The two looked at the male mentioned, who was chopping some wood while singing about out. “You may be right,” Techno replied, laughing quietly as Y/N glares teasingly. 

That was Y/N’s first, as well as last, time training.

Okay For The Moment - SBI

Request: brotherly Techno/Wilbur and/or Tommy/Wilbur

A/N: I extended this to be entirely SBI because I just :waah: I love they. But! Now that you’ve gotten me in an angst mood, this will be EXTREMELY bittersweet.

Theme: family fluffy :)

Warnings: none, I think. If I miss any, let me know.

Characters: c!Techno, c!Wilbur, c!Tommy, and c!Phil

“We’ll put spruce in, yeah?” Phil turned to his sons, who all sat in a little circle. Tommy had asked Techno to put a little braid in his hair like Techno’s, so that’s what the piglin hybrid was currently doing. It was slightly difficult with how short the youngest usually had his hair chopped, but Techno made it work nonetheless.

“Spruce is so overused though,” Wilbur complained, leaning back on his hands to watch his father, who was building a bigger house to accommodate the four of them. 

“I quite like it,” Tommy chimed in, trying his best to stay still while Techno worked carefully.

“There you go again!” Wilbur rolled his eyes playfully. “Such a suck-up.” 

Tommy’s mouth gaped open, his brows furrowed. “I’m not a suck-up, you just have no taste! I bet you like acacia wood, you idiot!”

Phil stopped to look at his sons again, one eyebrow quirked up, an amused smile dancing it’s way across his lips. “Well, we’re going with spruce anyway, since it’s the easiest wood to get around here, and it’s fits nicely. If you want a house with different wood, you can make one of your own, surely. Be my guest,” He challenged. 

Wilbur knew better than to challenge the skill that his father had in building. He simply nodded. Phil went back to placing wood, taking a few steps back, and looking at the build from further away to make sure it looked okay.

“There ya go,” Techno finally mumbled. Tommy sprang up, rushed over to the pond, and looked at his reflection for a long moment, before running back over to Techno and tackling him in a bear hug. “Tommy, chill out a little. It’s just a braid.” 

“I look fuckin’ cool man! I’m just like you now!” Tommy let go only to run over to Phil, hands on his hips. “Phil, lookit me! I’m gonna be like Techno someday! This is just the start, got it?”

Phil looked over his shoulder, smiling gently. “It looks nice. You did a good job Techno.” 

“Can you do me one next, Techno?” Wilbur sat up, looking over to his brother, who smiled. 

“Sure. C’mere.”

“But Techno, that’s our thing now!” Tommy exclaimed.

“It can be Wilbur’s thing too, Tommy.” Techno gave the blonde a patient smile, and Tommy’s little attitude diffused almost immediately. 

“Y’know what? Okay. But we look better.” 

If only it could stay this way forever.

My Sons - Philza

Request: philza angst ;;;;;

A/N: bestie why. who hurt you. also this is in an alternate sort of universe where the stasis chamber hadn’t worked and Wilbur never revived after Ghostburs death, and also Tommy never revived either.

Theme: very very angsty.

Warnings: content mainly contains talk of death and gore in detail. Also, some strong language. Be warned.

Characters: c!Philza, Y/N, c!Wilbur/Ghostbur mention, c!Tommy mention, c!Techno mention.

How could he have known?

How could he have possibly known all of his sons would just leave him?

How could he have known it was his fault..?

Philza sat with Y/N, his only remaining child. They were stringing flowers into a crown, oxeye daisies formed into half a circlet, as they were still working on it. He watched them carefully, his mind running through every scenario that could have - should have - happened instead. 

He’d lost Wilbur once, by his own hand, but once Ghostbur had been reported dead as well, the guilt felt even worse. Dream had said Wilbur would be revived once Ghostbur died, but here he was, with no son, and no ghost of son. Must the world be so cruel?

Then there was Tommy. Tommy, who was always very, very vocal about his opinion, who always nagged at his brothers, who simply was loud... but loved. Loved all the same. He made mistakes again and again, up until the point where his will was exhausted. His voice rang no more. He was reckless. He’s dead. He will never come back. 

Meanwhile, Techno had survived past Phil’s other two sons, yet... he was no longer here either. After getting his son’s will, Phil tried to make the stasis chamber work. He tried to make it work but it failed. It didn’t. Techno died that day to Quackity in the prison, because Phil had somehow messed it up. The Syndicate had been one hundred percent sure that the stasis chamber would work, but when Techno needed him the most, Philza Minecraft failed him. He’d failed them all. 

Now here was Y/N, who would most likely follow the trend without trying. They were already at two lives, and their family was always being threatened. Always the brunt of some sick joke they didn’t know about, until everyone was laughing but them. 

“Y/N,” Philza mumbled softly, “I’m sorry. In advance.” 

“For what?” Their head popped up to look at their father. Curious eyes peered at him.

Yet... he didn’t have the heart to continue his thought. “Nothing, sorry. You can go back to your crown thing.”