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Reacting to You Asking to Move In

Mwahaha, I had this idea since I’m moving into an apartment with a good friend! Enjoy.

Dream:

- Absolutely, he would immediately just be like, “Sure, let’s get you here as soon as possible.” - Helps you with getting your stuff into the place, and even helps with unboxing.  - Forces you to let him sleep on the couch until your bed is set up.

George:

- Hesitant at first, but would he say no to you? Unlikely. - Makes sure you have all of the stuff you absolutely need first. - When carrying stuff in, he has to quietly chant “Don’t drop it, George, do NOT drop it.” Even if the box doesn’t have anything breakable in it.

Sapnap:

- “Why aren’t you moved in already? Sheesh, Y/N.”  - Is absolutely bouncing off the walls and is very excited for you to move in. - Probably almost broke something while helping you get stuff into the place because he is just so excited.

BadBoyHalo:

- Thinks it would be a great idea!  - Doesn’t rush you to move in, and is very helpful when you finally do!  - Celebratory move-in meal of course :)

Schlatt:

- “No.” - You tell him you’ll find someone else to move in with then and that it’s not a big deal. - He changes his mind, you move in soon after, things are just fine.  -Sometimes he will make wise cracks about how you forced him to let you move in.

Eret:

- “Bad idea, but sure.” - Not actually a bad idea, Eret is just a little dramatic and that’s okay. - Living with Eret is actually pretty fun albeit chaotic at times. You make jokes about Ted being the better housemate.

Awesamdude:

- “Sure, Y/N.” - Genuinely laid back about it, but he’s honestly pretty grateful that you’re willing to help around the place right away. - Probably spends a lot of time after you move in showing you how to do redstone. Whether you retain the information or not is up to you :)))

Nihachu:

- “!!!!!!”  - To say she would absolutely talk in circles about you moving in would be an understatement. - Very excited and very willing to help you get there as quick as possible.

Techno:

- “lmao” - Asks a lot of questions and doubts that you’re serious, but when you make it clear that you’re serious, he figures it’s worth a shot.

Wilbur:

- also a “lmao” but quickly after is followed by a “sure” - Also pretty chill about you moving in and asks if you know any instruments. - Probably shows you for 0.2 seconds in a livestream or something and goes, “Hey, look, Y/N’s my flatmate now. I’m gonna annoy the fuck out of ‘em.”

Shy and Jealous Partner >:)

Request: Ok but like— shy!jealous!s/o that's it. w/ dream, techno, george and karl? Or not...you can just do techno :>

A/N: this feels a bit like a personal attack /lh but I love doing headcanons like this lmao.

Dream:

- As soon as you start acting passive aggressive he has to pull you to one side and have a chat. - “Y/N? Why are you being weird?” - Explaining the situation makes him think for a while, before he finally nods and grabs onto your hand.  - “You don’t have to be so jealous, but I get it. Just know you’re the only one for me.”

George:

- He’s just talking with someone and suddenly are just being oddly clingy so he shoots you an offhand “You okay?” - You give a grunt at him and he just holds onto you tightly.  - He absolutely would walk away from a conversation just to make sure you feel better.

Techno:

- If anything, he’s usually the jealous one. - But in the case that it’s you whose jealousy is acting up, he would probably just pick you up and bring you home. - “Stop doing that. Stop making that face at me. I know what you’re feeling and I don’t want you to feel that way.” - Would probably mumble affirmations to you to make you feel better.

Karl:

- You act off and he essentially flies into a panic wondering about it. - If you explain it to him, he goes into panic a second time.  - “Wait, what? Y/N, I pinky promise that I don’t mean to make you feel like that! Uh- what should I do to make it better?” - Talking many miles per hour with no sign of stopping until you can actually get an answer in on your end.

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.

the prologue [a tale as old as time]

cast away from society, long since forgotten and cursed to a land as frozen over as his heart.

the only indication of the man he was once laid upon a large tapestry he’d long since torn to shreds, it’s remains scattered in a room he occasionally ventures, just to be reminded of the pain and suffering he’s endured.

the consequences for a shallow man fueled by the adoration of his people, the very people he thought of as nothing more than the dirt under his boot.

he spent his days reading, as the grand library was one of the few rooms still intact after the curse spread across his once lively kingdom. other times he spent in the greenhouse, where the only thing that he could maintain and cultivate were measly potatoes.

the rest of his time was spent brooding, or reflecting on his past life. sometimes, if he tried hard enough, he could remember the intricate details that lined the corridors he’d carelessly pass by on his daily endeavors. the small roses that could be found engraved into the pristine wooden frames.

oh how ironic he found it that they had been roses, as it was the very petals of a rose counting down his last chances at redemption.

he wondered if he could go back, if he would have done things differently. the man he once was was cruel, selfish. would he even believe himself had he been given the chance?

alas, the only way to come back from the beast he’d become was to have someone fall in love with the man underneath the snout and tusks. sadly, it was a lost cause.

for who could ever fall in love with a beast?

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chapter 1 [a tale as old as time]

chapter 1: a cursed kingdom

“i want adventure in the great wide somewhere! i want it more than i can tell!” - belle

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a simple village life. that’s all you’d ever known.

everyday you walked the same paths, saw the same faces, ate the same food, read the same books. it was a never-ending cycle, almost as though you were secondary characters playing out their minimal roles in a story while the main characters lived out the adventures.

unlike the rest of the villagers, being a secondary character was not sufficient for you.

you craved more. you didn’t want to be just another number in the village, waiting for someone to come solve your problems and be your knight-in-shining-armour. you wanted to be a hero. the dragon slayer, or the retriever of stolen goods: someone a kingdom would celebrate and raise on their shoulders.

you wanted to be something special.

however, despite your wildest imaginations and the strain in your heart, you were nothing more than what you feared; a simple villager. another number, just like all the rest. there were no dragons to be slain, no thefts to be returned to their rightful owners, and damsels in distress waiting with bated breath for someone to save them were nowhere to be found.

unless you knew where to look.

you pushed open the hefty door, feeling a wave of euphoria wash over you as you stepped inside. this was the one place in the village that didn’t make you feel so small, so alone. it was a safehaven of sorts. an escape from reality.

as always, you greeted the librarian kindly before making your way to the shelves upon shelves of awaiting opportunities, each offering its own path at your desired heroics.

“what will it be today, y/n?” the old librarian asked, curiously. you shrugged, allowing your finger to run swiftly along the spines of the old, worn down books before closing your eyes and gently plucking one from the shelf. he peered over curiously, smiling fondly. “ah, romeo and juliet. a classic.”

you smiled brightly, tugging the book closely to your chest and spinning in a small circle dramatically. “oh, isn’t it lovely? the tale of star crossed lovers, fighting against all odds to be together? oh, what i would give for a love like theirs.” you sighed dreamily, the librarian laughing lightly at your antics.

“well, according to the town gossip, you have a mighty fine admirer who would adore your love and attention.” he teased, and you visibly rolled your eyes.

“you couldn’t possibly mean quackity.” you scoffed, “he is an egotistical streetrat that cares about nothing more than his appearance! he only ‘wants’ me because i don’t want him.” the librarian hummed in response, chuckling softly.

quackity was notorious in your quaint little village. he was the kind of person that everyone either wanted to be, or wanted to marry. save for you, of course. being upfront, you found him absolutely insufferable, and his ego was far too large to grasp that anyone could ‘resist his boyish charm’, as he put it. thus, his mission to gain your attention and wed you began.

you of course, would never stoop to the low that was him. not for any amount of books in the world.

“whatever you say, y/n.” he shook his head slowly, a playful expression adorning his features. “enjoy your reading, and make sure you pass on my hello to your old man!”

you agreed, thanking the librarian once more before walking back out onto the pebbled roads. on your journey home, you waved to the numerous villagers you passed, ignoring the judgemental stares they bestowed upon you.

you knew they didn’t approve of your free-spirited ways. in their minds, everyone had their roles to play. you simply didn’t play the role you were given, and in turn you became an outcast, a stranger. you tried not to pay them any mind, because you were happy with your lifestyle. the only issue you had was because of your father.

philza was highly respected in your small village. though he kept to himself most often, the people found him quite endearing, and pitied him for the loss of his wife and the struggles that came with raising a child on his own.

and although he assured you time and time again that you could never be a disappointment, you couldn’t help but imagine how much easier life would’ve been on him had you been like everyone else and followed the path that had been expected of you.

it was a constant internal war, the tugging in your heart begging you to pursue your desires, versus the overwhelming need to care for and stay with your father.

you always chose the latter, but realistically if you’d chosen otherwise, where would you even go?

-

technoblade wandered the familiar corridors, his mind off somewhere far from his own head. he did this often, allowing himself a chance to breathe without the rage that resonated inside of him bubbling over.

one would think he was lonely in the impossibly large building he called a home, but to him, it could not have been any smaller. years and years of listening to his once human staff beg him to leave to the outside, to find someone who could love him. someone to break the curse he brought upon them all.

he was never lonely. the only emotion he seemed to feel was anger, especially now. they were upon the last few petals that would seal their fates permanently. he had so much searing anger, he didn’t know what to do with it all. he was mad at the witch, for cursing them. he was mad at the world for fearing him.

but mostly, he was mad at himself, for being so wretched, he doomed the only people who ever cared for him to a fate worse than death.

his leisurely strolls gave him a sense of freedom, away from the talking teacups, dancing feather dusters and self-playing pianos. his time away from his friends was the only time he could pretend to not be aware of the fate they all awaited. pretend that he was just an average prince wandering about his castle.

techno’s ears perked, hearing the sound of heavy footsteps echoing through the mostly abandoned building. he snarled, his serenity broken and his suppressed anger returning with a fiery burn. he swiftly made his way to the banister overlooking the main entrance hall, careful to remain hidden from the eyes of the intruder.

“hello?” they called out. lurking in the shadows, technoblade watched as a shivering old man with a strange hat stumbled into his abode, abruptly and without welcome. “i’ve just come to escape the cold. i’ll be gone shortly!” his voice bounced off the chipped walls, receiving no response other than the echo of his own voice.

techno was livid. if there’s one thing he wasn’t fond of, it was ignorant humans. they served as a reminder of what he once was, and what he would never be again. how dare this man enter his home and be so blatantly rude?

all technoblade saw was red as he watched the old man situate himself in front of the fireplace. easily pulling an axe off the wall, he swung it over his shoulders, sneaking his way down to where the intruder stood.

stepping up behind him, techno snarled once more, catching the old man’s attention. he turned, slowly, and let out a scream. he instantly began to back away, and with each step backwards, techno took one forward. “you- you’re a…” the intruder stuttered, and techno bared his teeth, menacingly.

“a beast.” he whispered, a wicked smile on his face. he cackled, watching as the man in front of him trembled in fear. he was once again reminded of the reason he had isolated himself for all those years.

his expression darkened, thoughts ablaze as he hit the man with the knob of his axe, easily knocking him out. throwing the unconscious male over his shoulder, he ignored the stares of his transfigured peers and proceeded towards the dungeons, keen on having the traveller pay for his intrusion.

the last remaining bit of humanity he had tore at his subconscious, begging for him to reconsider. he simply brushed it off, however. all he did was act the role he was given. he was, after all, a monster.

and thanks to his curse, that’s all he would ever be.

-

you were hanging your freshly washed clothing, humming along a small tune as you did so. you performed a small intricate dance, wringing the delicate cloth and doing a small spin towards the wire, stringing it up and swaying back towards the pile to repeat the task.

a loud galloping sound brought you back down to earth, your head shooting in the direction of the sound. your eyes widened as you recognized the horse barrelling in your direction. “carl?” you muttered, rushing over. in spotting you, carl slowed, but thrashed and whined, worrying you instantly.

you ran a hand over his mane, worryingly searching behind him. “where’s father? carl, where is he?” you asked in a panic, only receiving a whine in return. a sinking feeling arose in your chest, expecting the worst. “take me to him.” you swiftly mounted the steed, holding tight as he took off in the direction he came.

you watched as the village came to an end, a never-before-seen landscape encasing your frontal and peripheral vision. an unexplainable rush of freedom and relief flooded you instantly upon feeling the change from the harsh cobblestone to soft dirt under carl’s hooves.

under better circumstances, you probably would’ve basked in the undeniable happiness and excitement threatening to spill out at the view of the new terrain before you. unfortunately, you hadn’t had the luxury of enjoying your first venture away from the village.

you had one thing on your mind, and that was saving your father.

you held tightly to carl's reins, eyes barely dancing over the foreign land as you passed. you soaked in as much of the greenery you could, and nearly gasped when you noticed what lay ahead.

as though separated by a drawn line, breaking off from the beautiful summer fields sat a forest that sent a wave of unease rushing through you. spiked branches stuck out from frozen trunks, a blanket of freshly fallen snow littering the ground.

you tugged on the reins as you approached, slowing to a walk as you entered the frozen-over area. passing from the summer to winter season sent a chill up your spine, both from the cold and from the nerves you felt in that moment.

up ahead, you noticed your father’s cart tipped over, its contents spilled haphazardly into the snow. you approached slowly, trying to be mindful of where carl stepped. it proved difficult, however, with the sudden harsh wind nipping at your bare skin. you were forced to squint to make out your surroundings, vaguely aware of the solid icicles hanging menacingly from above where you stood.

as another chill ran down your spine, you decided you shouldn’t dwell much longer, desperate to find some warmth and hopefully, your father. you urged carl to move forward cautiously. glancing ahead, your eyes widened as you took in the sight in front of you.

you entered a large clearing, the remnants of what looked to have been a gorgeous hedge garden. what still stood of the once lively hedges were wilted to a dull grey, covered completely in heavy layers of frost and ice. that wasn’t what caught your attention, however.

a little ways away, stood an exquisite castle that looked as though it had been long since abandoned. bits and pieces of the pristine exterior were cracked, missing, or simply looked as though they’d crumble under your body weight. still, there was no denying the beauty in its structure.

a sinking feeling washed over you as you proceeded along the grounds of the frozen kingdom, a lingering sense that something terrible had to have happened here. you wondered what.

whatever it was, you figured it must’ve been pretty bad, considering you were sure no one in the village knew this castle existed at all.

there was a tugging in your chest as you approached the breathtaking building that towered over your small figure. it was almost as though the building itself was calling to you in a way, like it was begging you to step foot inside.

you brushed it off as a mixture of excitement and your imagination.

pushing open the door, you gratefully rushed inside. you sighed in the sudden warmth, rubbing your arms frantically in hopes of warming yourself. you glanced around, taking in the enchanting sight before you. intricately carved pillars, cream coloured walls and a variety of strange looking trinkets littered the room.

you were broken out of your entrancement when the sound of cries broke through the eerie silence that filled the castle. you perked up, instantly recognizing the voice as your father’s. you followed the sound without question, your thoughts clouded and all sense of judgment out the door upon hearing the panic in his voice.

“father?” you called, your smile brightening as he came into view. “father! what happened? oh thank goodness you’re alright.” you squatted in front of him, eyes dancing over his face in search of severe injuries or anything of the sort.

“y/n?” he choked, forcing himself awake with harsh blinks. “y/n!” he suddenly jumped, though he looked anything but happy to see you. “you need to leave. now. before he sees you.” he whispered, urgently. you frowned, shaking your head.

“before who sees me? nevermind, it doesn’t matter. i won’t leave you. that’s nonsense!” you assured, eyes searching for anything to assist you in breaking your father free from the jail bars between you.

“you don’t understand, y/n. he’s not a man. he’s a-” philza tried, but you shushed him, waving him off. “he’s dangerous, y/n!” he raised his voice in frustration, and you finally looked at him, seriously.

“if he’s as dangerous as you say, i’m certainly not leaving you here with him.” you scoffed, continuing your search. you expected another retort, but received a dark chuckle instead.

“how noble of you.” a monotone voice hummed, stepping out from the shadows. you whirled around, determination set on your expression as you glanced at the outline of the mysterious man.

“let my father go.” you threatened, and his captor only laughed, humorlessly.

“your father,” he paused, emphasizing sarcasm on the word, “trespassed on my property uninvited. which, may i point out, you have also done.” he replied, nonchalantly. “i suggest you run along back home before i decide to make you cell mates with your dear-old-dad for the rest of your lives.”

turning on his heel, the mysterious man began to walk away, and in the heat of the moment, you did the only logical thing your brain could muster. “take me instead.” you rushed, catching the male’s attention.

“pardon me?” he turned, his voice filled with amusement. you felt your blood boil at his cockiness, scowling.

“you heard me. take me, let my father go free.” you stated, boldly. your father protested, but you simply ignored his presence for the time being.

“you clearly don’t know what you’re dealing with, child.” he shook his head, his devilish smirk barely visible through the darkness.

“i’m not a child!” you defended, and as he laughed at your response, you offered a smirk of your own, “show me what i’m dealing with, then.” you challenged, eliciting a scowl.

“fine, suit yourself.” he spat, finally stepping into the dim moonlight streaming in from the single window of the dungeon tower. your eyes widened, watching the light gently bounce off the tusks protruding from his bright pink flesh, a snout peeking out from a skull mask taken from an animal you couldn’t place.

“you’re a..” you breathed, and he rolled his eyes, as though he’d heard the same line several times before.

“a beast.” your father spat, and in turn received a glare from the monster before you. the beast then shrugged, a smirk lifting onto his lips once more.

“so, kid. you still want to trade places with your father, and stay here with me?” he taunted, and you swallowed as unnoticeably as you could, nodding firmly.

“i’m not a kid.” you muttered, annoyed. “if my father is left unharmed, i’ll stay with you without argument.” you agreed, and the beast seemed to ponder this, before nodding.

“very well.” he muttered, pulling out a large key and unlocking the cell. you instantly launched into your father’s open arms, hugging tightly.

“what have you done, y/n?” he muttered, and you shook your head sadly, offering the biggest smile you could muster. which admittedly, probably wasn’t very convincing.

“i saved you. that;s all that matters.” you whispered, finally pulling away from your father’s embrace when the beast cleared his throat. you stepped inside, allowing him to lock the door behind you.

“you, old man. get out.” the beast growled, and with one last parting gaze, your father begrudgingly left you behind. you listened as his footsteps grew distant, moving to the window to watch as he mounted carl, riding off into the night. you smiled, relieved to know he would be safe.

you heard fidgeting behind you, turning to watch as your fate was sealed with the turn of a lock. the pig-like man glared at you once more, before beginning to stalk off.

“wait!” you called, and he snarled. you took it as a notion of acknowledgment, so you brushed it off. “if i’m going to be staying here, can i at least know your name?” you asked, and he sighed, looking at you with an annoyed expression. you could’ve sworn there was something else behind his eyes, though.

“technoblade.” he mumbled, and didn’t leave you any time to respond, as he was long gone within moments. you tried out the name on your tongue, the name feeling foreign. as far as names went though, his seemed pretty fitting.

as the silence surrounded you, you leaned your back against the cool stone wall, allowing yourself to sink to the floor. it seemed as though your head had finally caught up with your heart, the sinking realization at what exactly you’d just done coming to light.

you were a prisoner.

not only that, you were a prisoner to a monstrous beast.

and no one, not even quackity in all his egotistical glory, could save you now.

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alright imagine this, Technoblade and the Reader sitting on the floor of his home Steve laying across their laps as they sit there silently while passing a large jug of juice between one another sharing the juice when Phil suddenly walks in needing something and their heads snap over as if they had been caught. thank you.

just.. gonna write something quick for this one.

blurb under the cut cause i dont wanna clog any tls!

you and techno sat on the floor, backs resting gently against the legs of the couch. you took turns passing along the apple juice you'd made from the fresh apples you'd picked earlier that morning.

it wasn't often philza left the two of you alone, always seemingly needing at least one of you to assist him on his variety of adventures.

the days you did share together, you treasured, mainly spending them lounging around and having sensual intimate moments you could hold onto for the next few weeks until your next chance alone.

like now, with the comforting weight of steve laying across both your laps, your head resting on techno's shoulder as you hummed a small tune you picked up from one of tommy's discs, you found you couldn't think of any situation that would bring you more happiness.

that is, until the door flew open, phil striding in carelessly. he closed the door behind him, walking straight past your frozen figures and heading for the nearest chest. he whistled as he sorted through the chest, pulling out a fresh pickaxe techno had made a few days ago.

you and techno hadn't moved, and you weren't sure you could in that moment. you blinked yourself out of your stupor, glancing over to see techno in a sort of shocked daze.

"phil?" you finally questioned, awestruck. he whirled around, seemingly just being aware of your presence. his eyes widened at your current position, jaw going slack at what he'd just walked in on.

"what the.." he muttered, before his eyes widened in realization. you felt heat rising to your cheeks, forcing yourself to look away. techno however, still hadn't moved. "techno? mate, you good?" phil questioned, and techno finally shook himself from his stupor.

"i, uh. i can explain." he mumbled, embarrassed. techno began to fumble around with excuses, but you simply smiled awkwardly, motioning for him to stop talking, which he gladly did immediately.

"we're relaxing." you replied, offering phil a kind smile. "it's not often we're here alone anymore."

phil's mouth gaped open, willing some sort of response, but closed when he couldn't figure out words. "i, uh. i guess i'll leave you guys to your juice?" he sounded so unsure, but he made quick ways to the door and opened it, slipping out.

you sighed, but before you could move phil peeked his head in, smiling cheekily. "i'm happy for you both, by the way." he winked, and once more slipping out. you laughed, and techno questioned you with just his facial expression.

"that is not how i expected for him to find out about us." you admitted, and techno chuckled, shrugging.

"me neither. maybe now he'll leave us alone more, though. anyways, can you pass the juice?"

chapter 2 [a tale as old as time]

chapter 2: the beast has a heart?

“don’t you see? she’s the one. the girl we have been waiting for. she has come to break the spell.” -lumiere

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you laid uncomfortably in a curled position, desperately trying to force yourself into any form of slumber. it proved useless, as no amount of tossing and turning could offer you any comfort against the concrete flooring of the tower you found yourself trapped in.

sighing, you lifted yourself to sit, resting your head against the stone bricks and glancing out the small window. you weren’t sure how long you’d been locked away, but you’d been watching the small stream of moonlight slowly cross the floor- you’d guess it had likely been a few hours at most.

if this was some sick, twisted joke from the universe about your desire to become more than a side character, you certainly weren’t laughing. of all the stories you’ve read, the last thing you wanted to be was the hopeless character waiting for a prince charming to come save them. of course, that’s exactly where you landed.

so much for being a hero.

the prospect of being saved seemed ridiculous, because really, who would even come for you? quackity? you would rather stay with the beast than be saved by him.

knowing how he was, you’d likely be guilted into a marriage with the ghastly man. you shivered at the sheer absurdity of being betrothed to anyone, let alone quackity.

allowing your thoughts to drift elsewhere, you refocused your attention outside of the window. you suddenly noticed the lack of stars visible from the castle, and that the moon itself was barely peeking through the thick blanket of clouds coating the sky, only enough to provide the dim lighting in your cell.

you immediately missed the comfort of the twinkling lights that typically littered the night sky. each served as a beacon of hope, as foretold by the many stories you’ve read. perhaps the fact that none were in sight served as a sign that there was no hope for you.

you tried to brush off that thought. there was the small chance that it had simply happened to be a stormy night and that tomorrow the sky would be clear and luminescent once more.

a sense of sorrow flooded you. something told you it wasn’t so. you couldn’t imagine never seeing the stars again.

technoblade, or rather, the beast, was trapped in this frozen kingdom, alone, with nothing but grey clouds and cold weather. had you been condemned to a life like this, you were sure you’d be angry all the time as well.

the curious part of you wondered what he possibly could have done to entail this solemn fate. the other part warned you that you didn’t.

you were pulled from your thoughts by a strange clanging sound. the noise was almost as though someone had dropped a piece of metal down the stairs, and it was hitting every single step in a steady rhythm. only rather than getting quieter as it fell further down, the subtle thumping sound grew louder.

you stiffened, mentally preparing for the worst. the unfamiliar sound amplified your stress, for it could be anything approaching you.

maybe the beast was coming to finish you off right there. you hoped this once, everyone from the village was right about your overly imaginative nature and that it was a ridiculously far fetched idea.

when the clanging finally stopped, a strong french accent rang out among the silence. “hello?” he called, and you swallowed nervously, leaning forward to peek at your visitor.

imagine your surprise when the only thing by your door was an old-fashioned looking candelabra.

you searched as far as you could see from the restraints of your cage, looking for any indication of where the voice could have come from.

“excusez-moi! hello! down here!” the voice called out again, and you frowned, glancing down to the tiny golden statue in front of you.

“what kind of joke is this?” you muttered, tapping the candelabra lightly with the tip of your shoe. the last thing you expected was for it to jump away from you, an expression of pure offense suddenly carved into its’ features. naturally, you screamed.

“woah, woah! you kicked me - why are you the one screaming?” it asked, cocking its head to the side in wonder. “was it something i said?”

you faltered, shuffling as far away from the door as possible. which, realistically, wasn’t that far. “you talk. you’re a talking candlestick.” you stuttered, in a feeble attempt at trying to explain to yourself what you were witnessing.

“oui! i talk. and i am no candlestick! i,” he paused for dramatic effect, “am a candelabra. we are much different than mere candlesticks, you see.” he dropped into an eccentric bow, and you simply blinked, awestruck.

you shook your head, laughing humorlessly. “i must’ve fallen asleep!” you mumbled, nodding to yourself in approval. “that’s right. i’m asleep! everything makes sense now, i just need to wake up and everything will be normal!”

“wait, you’re not-” it tried, but you chose to ignore the metallic object, attempting to brush off the delusion. you instantly pinched your wrist, letting out a small sound of pain. you repeated the action once more, tears pricking at your eyes.

“wake up, y/n. wake up!” your voice barely came out as a breathy whisper as you paced the small distance across the cell, panic settling in. “why won’t i wake up?” you sighed frustratedly, and the candelabra sighed, shooting you a small look of pity.

“i’m sorry to break it to you, but you are not dreaming. i am lumiere, and my beautiful girlfriend, plumette, is on her way with the keys to your cell. we shall escort you to somewhere much more comfortable.” he exclaimed, and you forced a laugh.

“your girlfriend? what is she, a lighter?” you asked sarcastically, and the candelabra frowned in confusion.

“non? she is a, er, what do you call it? a feather duster, i believe?” he replied, smiling brightly at the mention of his lover. you tried to smile politely, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so with your mind running a mile a minute.

you were talking to a fancy-looking candlestick with a feather duster for a girlfriend, while simultaneously being trapped in a tower with a pig-like beast.

if you weren’t asleep, you were truly losing it.

“ah, there she is now!” he announced, and you could suddenly make out the distinct sound of clattering metal.

you glanced in the direction of the stairs, and an elegant dove-shaped feather duster flew in ever-so-gracefully. “hello, my love!” she greeted, shooting him a wink, before her attention turned to you. you noted how his flames grew slightly in response to her actions.

she flew up and around, analyzing your features from all angles. “oh, look at you! so young, so attractive!” she swooned, and you flushed slightly, thanking her quietly, albeit being a bit confused as well.

“ahem, my dear, perhaps we should let them out of their confined cell?” lumiere posed, and plumette eyes widened slightly, apologizing swiftly before swooping down and dropping the key into your open palm.

you sighed in relief as you made quick work of the key and stepped out, mindful not to step on lumiere. “thank you so much.” you muttered, pausing and shaking your head in disbelief. “i just thanked a candlestick and a feather duster.” you scoffed quietly.

“like i said before, i am no candlestick. i am a candelabra.” he argued, and you muttered a small half-hearted apology, letting out a yawn shortly after.

“oh, my dear. you must be so tired. please, allow me to escort you to your room.” plumette offered, and you blinked, confused.

“a room? but i thought i was a prisoner. did beast tell you to do this?” you asked, curiously. the two in front of you shared a glance, before turning back to you and shaking their heads. “does he.. does he know you’re doing this?” you questioned, hesitantly. they shook their heads once more.

you smiled gratefully then, simply brushing off the remaining questions and motioning you were ready to follow plumette. the least you could do in thanks for their actions was to not bombard them with everything all at once.

“uh.. would you mind? i am not exactly built for stairs.” lumiere asked, gesturing to himself. you smiled, picking him up and following plumette down the winding staircase.

“lumiere! there you are!” another male voice rang out, and for a moment, you feared it was the beast coming to punish them for letting you out. you were pleasantly surprised to see a small clock wobbling out from behind a wall.

“a talking clock. of course. why wouldn’t there be a talking clock?” you mumbled, gently placing lumiere on the floor and allowing him to rejoin his friend.

“who is this?” the clock asked, eyes blown wide in an instant. “you let out the prisoner? he’s going to be furious!” he whispered angrily, but you cleared your throat.

“i have a name, you know. it’s y/n.” you argued, frowning. “and i didn’t ask to be let out.”

“i am not blaming you.” he assured, his tone soft. “i’m blaming lumiere - he knows better. and you too plumette? are you two mad?” he questioned angrily, and plumette ignored him, flying up next to your ear.

“that’s cogsworth. he’s a bit uptight, his gears haven’t been oiled in years.” she whispered, and you laughed lightly, hardly listening as the clock continuously berated lumiere. as the men (were they even men?) continued to argue, plumette gestured for you to follow her.

you were led up a series of stairwells, and through a long hallway filled with paintings. how you wished you could’ve admired the art, but each portrait had the gash of claw marks through the middle. you shivered at the sight.

she stopped in front of a large door, a small collection of dust layered on the handle, as though no one had stepped foot here for ages. you pushed open the door, gasping slightly as you gazed around the beautifully furnished room.

you stepped towards the wardrobe, reaching out a hand before the doors flung open, and she greeted you with a loud “hello!”. you squealed in surprise, throwing a hand over your racing heart.

“is there anything in this damn castle that isn’t alive?” you huffed, breathing heavily. plumette laughed, shaking her head and bidding you goodnight.

you stumbled over to the bed, looking at it distastefully. “you’re not going to throw me off, are you?” you asked, tiredly. the wardrobe lady laughed, catching your attention.

“my dear, why are you talking to a bed? it is simply a bed.” she chastised, and you groaned, flopping down on the mattress.

“of course it’s just a bed.” you mumbled, tiredly. finally, the weight of your day became too much for your body to handle, and you allowed yourself to sink further into the mattress, drifting into a dreamless sleep.

-

technoblade stood at the entrance to the room he long since sealed off, far into the west wing. he actively avoided this room, but another sleepless night and wandering thoughts led him here. he sucked in a breath, stepping into the chamber and taking a few tentative steps towards the floating object that signified his demise.

yet another petal hung on by mere threads, only minutes left before he was one step closer to sealing the fate of him and everyone he’s ever cared about.

he reached up, tugging off the bone mask he wore to hide his hideous pig-like features, gently placing it on the table as he leaned forward, watching intently as the weight of the petal became too much and it tumbled slowly to the floor.

he swallowed, a sinking feeling settling in his chest.

technoblade wasn’t stupid. he heard the whispers of his staff echoing off the castle walls, the hope in their voices only fueling the anguish in his heart.

they truly believed the prisoner could be their saviour. the one who could finally break the curse.

it wasn’t that techno didn’t want to be saved - who would want to be doomed to a life like his, forever encased in the body of a beast? he certainly wasn’t against the idea of returning to his once handsome and human self, but it was the condition that had his doubts set aflame.

the condition that required someone teaching him how to love, and love him all the same.

he wasn’t sure how his staff believed you could fall in love with him. him, the ugly, monstrous pig-like beast who’d locked you in a tower and left you helplessly. not to mention you were full of life and most of all, innocent. he couldn’t burden you with such a thing.

his gaze rose to the floating flower, on the verge of its last petals. he sighed, making his way towards the balcony. he stepped out, allowing the fresh air to clear his mind as he gripped the safety rail as though his life depended on it, a motion to help ground him from his overwhelming emotions.

out of the corner of his eye, he could see the tower where he’d last left you, and as a cool breeze came in through the window, he realized you must’ve been freezing. you certainly weren’t dressed for the weather occupying his castle.

the last bit of humanity he had left tugged at his heart, and after his previous neglect of compassion with your father, the urge to help you was strong. he groaned at himself, searching for the nearest blanket. he had to shake it to clear off the dirt and cobwebs, but it would do.

he trudged silently through the castle, careful not to let any of his attendants catch him in the act. the last thing they needed to see was him being kind to his prisoner and give them any ideas.

since the incident, technoblade had shown nothing but hostility towards his companions. he and they both know it was a coping mechanism, a way for him to deal with the weight of the guilt he suppressed. it was never mentioned, but a silent understanding.

he refused to show weakness in front of them, for a multitude of reasons. more than anything, he didn’t want them to realize just how much he suffered.

every one of his staff members were great people. he’d never deserved them, and the kindness they always showed him after his issues. no matter how many mistakes he made, how many insults he threw their way. they stood next to him through it all.

and in return, he had them all turned into inanimate objects with faces. for him, they lost everything. some, like chip, had their whole lives ahead of them still. lives they would likely never experience.

the least he could do was stay strong in front of them, showing them he wasn’t giving up on them or the curse, despite his interior beliefs.

hope was all they had left, he couldn’t take that away.

but while hope can be good, it can be just as dangerous.

he saw the way they looked at you with stars in their eyes. all of that responsibility fell on you, and you didn’t even know it.

as much as he wanted to be free from his burden, he hardly knew anything of you. how could he put that pressure on you like that? how would one even bring it up? ‘hey, i know i’ve locked you in a tower and left you to freeze, but i’m actually a cursed prince and the talking objects scattered around the castle are my staff. could you fall in love with me so we can break the curse before the last petal of a magic rose i locked away in a far tower falls and traps us in these bodies forever?’

techno almost laughed at his own thoughts for the sheer absurdity.

he ventured across the castle, finally reaching your tower. he hoped you were asleep by now, so he could simply leave the blanket without another word and avoid an undoubtedly awkward conversation. he turned the final corner, only to see an open cell door and a drop of candle wax on the floor.

rage settled in the pit of his stomach, heat creeping up his cheeks as he shook. “lumiere..” he muttered, shaking his head.

techno was quick to saunter back down the stairs, headed for the table cogsworth and lumiere typically situated themselves on. “lumiere!” he yelled, eyes searching the room before they landed on his two former staff members. they froze, looking at their prince with feared eyes. “where is the prisoner?” he demanded, and cogsworth shoved his guilty-looking friend forward.

“i escorted them to a room, sir.” lumiere explained, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with one of his fiery arms.

“you gave my prisoner a bedroom?” he growled, and lumiere only shrugged, nervously. “and you did so without my permission.” he clarified, and lumiere nodded. he opened his mouth to berate him once more, but he was quickly cut off.

“is that a blanket in your arms?” cogsworth asked, curiously. techno flushed, tucking the blanket behind his back and straightening up.

“no.” he replied, gruffly. lumiere and cogsworth exchanged smiles, clearly amused.

“you were going to bring the prisoner a blanket.” lumiere announced, his smile growing.

techno growled lowly, meaning for it to be a warning to his attendings. they knew, however, he was simply embarrassed at being caught.

he stormed off, and the candelabra elbowed his partner gently. “he just showed he cares. perhaps they could be the one after all.” he whispered, and cogsworth nodded thoughtfully.

“i sure hope so.” he frowned, and lumiere frowned as well, both falling into a deep silence. all of the staff could feel it. each time a petal fell, it became harder and harder to move. they were becoming closer and closer to the real objects they were transfigured into.

nothing was more terrifying, but they had faith - particularly, faith in you.

they could only hope you should fall for the man underneath the bone mask.

for if you didn’t, they were out of time.

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chapter 3 [a tale as old as time]

chapter 3: destiny calls

“barely even friends then somebody bends unexpectedly.” -mrs. potts

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you ran as fast as you could, occasionally glancing back in fears of seeing the beast trailing behind you. nothing but empty corridors and locked doors surrounded you, an echo of his menacing growl ricocheting off the crumbling walls. you had to keep running.

you turned left, right, left again. it was safe to say you were completely lost in the monstrous castle. had you already passed that shredded portrait, or was it simply one of thousands among the building? you couldn’t tell.

you were close to giving up, breath heavy as you finally spotted an open door among all the closed ones. you pushed yourself harder, sliding inside and slamming the door shut behind you. you heard distinct pounding on the door, and the infamous growl of the monster you were trying so desperately to escape.

you backed away from the door, freezing as you heard a soft voice echo. strangely enough, it didn’t sound like it was coming from anywhere around you. it sounded as though it was coming from inside your head, like your subconscious had developed a voice and began speaking to you.

“y/n..” it called once more, tearing your attention away from the door. your name was repeated over and over, gradually getting louder, and you darted your eyes around the room in a desperate attempt to find its source, evidently finding nothing.

the room was dark, the furniture hardly visible in the dim moonlight streaming in through the glass windows. your eyes finally fell on a small pedestal next to the balcony doors, squinting in an attempt to see it better. it was entrancing, and you felt drawn to it immediately.

your next moves were magnetic. the howls of the beast outside the door were drowned out, your focus set as you advanced towards the object. as you approached, you suddenly noted the glass case perched on the pedestal. inside stood a beautiful object, floating gracefully in its confined space. it looked completely out of place, much like yourself.

a single rose laid before you, but it was one unlike anything you’d ever seen. ruby red petals that sparkled and glowed sat before you, giving off a beautiful red hue that drowned the flower in an aura of importance.

what caught your eye, however, was the pile of lifeless, shriveled petals sitting on the platform. they shared the same ruby tint, but no glow was to be found. they looked like simple rose petals.

for some reason it left a sick feeling in your stomach.

“you can save them all.” the voice spoke suddenly. your gaze stayed trained on the glowing object in front of you, unable to tear yourself away. had someone walked in, they may have thought you were speaking to the flower itself. maybe subconsciously, you were.

“save who?” you whispered.

“lumiere, cogsworth, and plumette.. even technoblade. you can save them all. it is your destiny, my dear.”

“but how? my destiny? i’m just a prisoner-” you asked, far past the point of caring about where the voice came from. now, you wanted answers.

“only time will tell. and unfortunately, our time is up. i must go. do not forget what i’ve told you, child. you’re their only hope.”

“wait!” you called, panicked. “wait, what do i need to do?”

you gasped, shooting awake with a start. throwing a hand over your racing heart, you closed your eyes and tried to calm your breathing. “it was all just a dream.” you muttered, relieved.

“what was a dream, dear?” a familiar voice called, and you turned to see the wardrobe, making out a face of concern in her features. you screamed, quickly stopping once she placed her arms over the place her ears once were. “why are you screaming?!” she asked, frantically.

you sat frozen, mind running a mile a minute. finally your reality came crashing down on you: you were still a prisoner in the beast’s castle. you sighed, rubbing a hand over your face and brushing off your fear. “sorry, madame.” you muttered sheepishly.

“you’re their only hope.”

you glanced at madame, watching as she occupied herself with tossing clothes every which way. as much as you wanted to brush it off as a bad dream, something about it felt far too real.

indulging yourself momentarily, you wondered what that could possibly mean, for them and for you.

it hadn’t really occurred to you before, too in shock of being held captive and saving your father, but now curiosity had slipped its way into your mind. what had really happened here?

a part of you wanted to ask, but the door flew open, effectively cutting off your train of thought. you looked in shock, mouth parted and eyes wide as you saw lumiere and cogsworth standing in the door frame, out of breath and panicked.

“we heard a scream!” lumiere huffed, looking around in fear. when he deduced there was no threat, he turned to you, seeing you still in bed. if candelabras could blush, you were sure he’d have turned bright red. “oh! my apologies, uh, we’ll just go now!” he stumbled, shoving cogsworth and pulling the door closed behind him.

“how rude! i’ll have to tell plumette to have a word with him about knocking.” madam hummed, shaking her head in disapproval. “anyways, let’s get you dressed, shall we?”

“oh, you don’t have to do that-” you tried, but she tsked.

“you will not be wearing the same clothes as when you arrived. they’re filthy! please, i insist. plus, i haven’t had the chance to dress anyone in ages!” she pleaded. you sighed in defeat, moving from the warmth of the bed to standing in front of her. “how do you-” you started, but were quickly surprised as she flung open her drawers and began rummaging through, clothes being thrown every which way in the blink of an eye.

she held a variety of different clothes in front of you, testing them out before either putting them in a pile of ‘potential yes’ or a pile of ‘definitely no’s. you were told to try some on, and finally she had settled on an outfit probably an hour later.

by the end you were far too exhausted and starving to care what you were given. you wordlessly slipped on the clothes she offered, moving to glance at your appearance in the mirror.

you had to admit, she definitely knew a thing or two about style. had it not been for your messy hair and the dark bags under your eyes, you might’ve actually looked like you belonged in the castle.

your stomach growled, berating you for not feeding it and you sighed, making your way towards the door. “where are you going?” madame asked, curiously. you opened the door and peered out into the silent hallway.

“i’m hungry, and i don’t see anyone rushing to bring food up here, so i’d like to go get some.” you shrugged. she gave you a disapproving look, but gave in nonetheless.

“if you insist..” she sighed, proceeding to give detailed instructions. you listened intently. a shiver ran down your spine at the idea of getting lost in this huge castle. your mind flickered back to your dream, but you shook it off, not wanting to think into it any more.

“it is your destiny.”

as you descended the stairs, you caught the attention of your earlier intruders. “what- what are you doing out of your room?” cogsworth asked, voice laced with panic. you gave him a ludicrous look, rolling your eyes.

“stop worrying so much! i’m just going to get something to eat.” you replied sarcastically, hardly sparing them another glance as you followed directions as instructed.

“but you can’t! not now, especially!” lumiere chimed, their small figures desperately trying to keep up with your large strides.

“yeah? and why not?” you sassed, and before you could question further, a loud growl emitted from a few doors down. you tensed, noting how scarily accurate your dream really had been.

“i asked for a refill! where is it?” techno’s raging voice rang through the halls. “is it really that hard to fetch me a drink?” you heard further grumbling, probably him berating a staff member personally.

your mind ran blank and a wave of mixed emotions washed over you. disgust, anger and shock blended into a dangerous fury of overwhelm. your body moved faster than your mind, and before you knew it you were slamming open the doors to the dining hall.

techno’s head shot up in shock, quickly turning to anger at his interrupted meal. the sight of you only seemed to amplify that anger. he opened his mouth to berate you, but you were quicker, and debatably in that moment, you were angrier than he was.

“how dare you speak to your staff like that?” you screamed, effectively silencing technoblade. whatever he was expecting you to say, it was far from that. “do you have any idea how hard they work for you? they may not be human, but you could at least treat them like they are!”

he said nothing. as the adrenaline calmed and your body began to relax, warning sirens began to blare in your mind. you’d just yelled at a beast who held you captive in a cursed castle.

as you simply stared at his perfectly postured figure, unmoving and expressionless, you suddenly didn’t feel quite so heroic.

then he stood, his chair carelessly scraping against the polished wood flooring. you swallowed heavily as he approached you, until his frame was towering over your own. you kept the best brave face you could manage, though you really weren’t sure how convincing it was. through his skull mask, you made out blood red eyes boring into your own. your gaze never faltered.

finally he leaned back, a barely visible smirk tugging at his lips, hidden behind the tusks and bone mask. he seemed almost satisfied. his next question took you completely off guard. “how would you treat them, then?”

you blinked once, twice. you repeated his words in your head, as though it was a foreign language you were trying to decode. his tone was meant to be intimidating, you were sure, although it didn’t come off as so. it was almost.. curious.

“well?” he questioned, straightening his back and showing his true height. you cleared your throat. you felt small under his gaze, and not just because of the height difference.

“i’d start by saying please.” you mumbled, and his floppy ears perked, indicating he heard you. you felt heat rise to your cheeks, but stood your ground, straightening your back as he had.

“yeah?” he prompted, clearly amused. his sarcasm irked you, and a sudden spur of distaste rose up in you before you could stop it.

“yeah. you know, just because you look like a beast doesn’t mean you have to act like one!”

the room fell silent, all the workers halting their motions. you could hear a pin drop. you barely dared to breathe, much less leave the room, which realistically, is what you should’ve done.

you weren’t sure how long you stood there in the silence, likely a few minutes at most, but it felt like hours as you stood petrified, waiting for him to do something. anything.

“.. perhaps then you should show me how to treat my staff and to not ‘act like a beast’. you can show me at dinner, i'll see you then.” with that, he immediately left the room with a sweep of his cape, and the door slammed behind him.

the workers instantly began to light up, squealing excitedly about something you couldn’t quite understand. you could’ve sworn you heard the words ‘save us!’, but that could easily have been your mind playing tricks on you from the night prior. you weren’t really listening, anyways.

you were focused on the fact you weren’t just torn to shreds. and rather, that you were invited to dinner with the man - the monster - holding you captive. part of you was scared, but the other part.. simply wasn’t.

you were pulled from your state of shock by a gentle tugging on your clothes. you looked down to see a small teacup beaming up at you, jumping up and down excitedly.

“hi! i’m chip! can i get you something to eat? please?” he asked, smiling brightly. you noted how young he sounded, and fought the urge to frown. instead you smiled politely, nodding and allowing him to show you to a seat and for the staff to bring you a simple breakfast.

you ate quickly, desperate to get somewhere quiet to process everything without the commotion from the staff. they seemed extra willing to help you, as though they knew something you didn’t. you brushed it off as them being grateful for standing up for you.

you placed down your cutlery, thanking each of them and dismissing yourself, eager to finish and head back to your room.

in your frantic rush, you failed to notice a shriveled rose petal sitting idly next to technoblade’s abandoned plate.

a shriveled rose petal that happened to look exactly like the one from your dream.

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This is a c!Techno football player high school au for the collab MSGI has been working on for a while now :]

Summary: Taking care of Techno leads you down memory lane (from like two months ago). Genre: fluff Warnings: cursing, blood, cuts Pronouns: they/them Note: you can tell i know nothing about football so sorry if something is inaccurate, i based this off of stuff that happened at my old school, also this is the longest fic i have ever written and tbh i don’t know if it’s any good but-

Everything was tense. You were at the edge of your seat, holding your breath, wondering who was going to score the last point and win the game. Unfortunately for Techno, and your school, the other team managed to steal the last point.

You knew Dream and Techno had a rivalry outside of football, but you thought it was rather childish so you never bothered to understand it. You saw them yell at each other, waving their hands around, Dream’s stupid smug smirk and Techno’s irritated frown.

Techno turned around, heading for the locker rooms, so you pushed off the metal bleachers, heading down the ramp on the side. You always met up with Techno after games, right outside the locker room. It was a way for you to congratulate him or calm him down, depending on the outcome of the game.

By the time you had run inside and over to the locker rooms, Dream and Techno were already at each other’s throats.

“Maybe if your team wasn’t shit, you would’ve won,” Dream taunted, shoving Techno‘s shoulder. “Say what you want about me, but my team worked hard to get where we are.”

You came up behind them, resting your hand between Techno’s shoulder blades, hoping it was enough to tell him to step back. Dream was clearly egging him on.

Dream looked down at you, green eyes shining with mischief, “Too bad they’re still with you, I think they’d look much better on me-”

It was Techno who threw the first punch, fist slamming against the side of Dream’s nose. Never one to hold back from a fight, Dream came back at Techno with just as much force. You tried to step away from them, but you needed to get Techno away as well. If Phil caught them fighting, there’d be serious consequences.

Thankfully, Wil had just stepped out of the locker rooms, stumbling back a few steps when he noticed the fight.

“Techno! What the fuck are you doing?!”

He broke the two up, scolding them like a dad would and Dream stormed off. You grabbed Techno’s arm, dragging him to the nearest bathroom.

“I can’t believe you,” you muttered, shoving him inside before rushing off to steal the first-aid kit from the nurse’s office.

You were almost certain it was empty, there was no need for the nurse to be on campus if the sport’s trainer was on the field already.

When you walked back inside the bathroom, Techno was noticeably avoiding eye contact, seemingly so invested in the hem of his jersey.

The bathroom was small and cramped, you shoved him to the side to give yourself enough space to move around comfortably. You could almost hear his complaint but you shot him a glare before he could get it out.

Techno crouched down slightly, leaning back against the sink so you could reach his face easier. Dream had managed to do some damage with his punch. Techno was sporting a cut on his right cheek and a slightly bruised lip.

“You are an absolute idiot,” you grumbled, shuffling around in the first aid kit for antiseptic.

Techno winced when you brought the alcohol-laden cotton pad to the cut on his face, “Do I look attractive, at least?” “No.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes when you glared at him, harshly whispering at him to stop moving so much.

Carefully angling his face to the left, you swiped the cotton pad against his cheek. Techno hissed, squeezing your waist as you continued to clean the cut.

“You know Phil’s gonna ask where you got this cut from, right?” “I’ll figure it out,” Techno grumbled. “Will you stop pressing down so hard?”

Pulling away from him, you gave him a sarcastic smile, “Shouldn’t have gotten into a fight with the pissbaby, then. How did I get stuck with you?”

Techno shifted his weight, clearly getting tired of the awkward stance you had put him in. A few strands of his hair had managed to fall out of his messy ponytail at the nape of his neck, and you brushed them to the side. He was looking off, clearly lost in thought, while you worked on cleaning up his bottom lip.

“You’re the one who agreed to tutor Tommy,” Techno smiled, pulling you closer to him.

You laughed as you thought back to your first ever football game, coincidentally also your first time meeting Techno.

Two months before, your math teacher had apparently taken pity on a poor kid from third hour geometry. He had approached you after class, asking if you could be so kind as to tutor him. You weren’t one to offer your intelligence for free but the volunteer hours would look good on your college applications, so you agreed.

You met the kid at the library after school, an awkward blond boy with a band-aid on the bridge of his nose and a deep set scowl on his face. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the other students and bookshelves in his white and red shit. He was picking at his nails, and when he saw you walking towards him, he scoffed, immediately flipping you off.

You slid into the chair in front of him, “I don’t wanna be here either, I’d rather be out with my friends.” He rolled his eyes, introducing himself, “I’m Tommy, and I’m only here because I don’t want to get kicked off the football team.”

His math grades were abysmal, you wondered how he even passed freshman year, but you tried your best to help him out. Though progress was slow, it was still visible, and on his unit test, he was able to pass with a low B.

“Y/N! Y/N! I passed! I fuckin’ passed!”

You couldn’t even get a word out before you were tackled in a hug, Tommy was practically jumping with joy.

He pulled away, laughing, “I am so happy right now, you have no idea!” “That’s so great! I’m proud of you, Tommy.”

He shrugged his backpack off, setting it on the floor and shoving his test inside. Adjusting the sleeves of his shirt, Tommy grabbed your wrist.

“Wanna come to my game?” You hesitated and Tommy attempted to sway you with puppy-dog eyes, “Pleaseee, Y/N? Pleaseeee? It’ll be fun, you can watch me win like the big man I am.”

You grabbed your backpack as well, checking the time on your phone and thinking of the essay you had to write before first hour tomorrow.

“I don’t know, Tommy, I’m kind of busy.” You saw his shoulders drop as he let out a disappointed sigh, “But it’ll be my first time off the bench and on the field.”

Feeling guilty for rejecting him, you caved, agreeing to go. Tommy screamed emphatically, earning a glare from the librarian, before dragging you out and onto the field.

“Game starts in thirty, I think, you could watch us practice until then-” “Tommy!”

You saw the football coach walk over to him, a grin on his face as he hugged him.

“I’m proud of you, mate. That test score was the best one yet,” he said, pulling away from Tommy and turning his attention to you. “Oh, you’re his tutor right? Thanks for helping him, I know he’s a stubborn kid.”

You simply laughed off the comment, not really used to responding to things like that, and weaved yourself out of the conversation as soon as possible. You had a little less than thirty minutes to spare, so you started on some homework while waiting, sitting as close to the field on the bleachers as you could.

Truthfully, you didn’t understand much about football, but you cheered when everyone else cheered and booed when everyone else booed. You watched everyone on the team play, mostly watching Tommy since you knew he was going to ask if you had seen him. But you also watched who you presumed was the captain of the team, a pink haired boy you had seen around a few times.

You caught his eye a few times, though it was rather awkward. Neither of you wanted to break, but he would look away first to bring his attention back to the game.

Your school ended up winning, and Tommy found you after, pelting questions at you about his plays and whether you’d seen “how cool and awesome” he was.

“Tommy, come on, we’re gonna go celebrate.”

He turned around, forcing you to turn as well, to face the pink-haired boy from earlier.

His hair was out of the ponytail he had on the field, baby hairs sticking to his forehead from the sweat. You watched him struggle to push a few shorter strands away from his eyes.

“Can Y/N come as well? They’re the reason I was able to play tonight, anyway,” Tommy asked, before realizing you had no idea who this was. “Oh, this is Techno. He’s the captain and my brother. He’s kind of a loser-”

“Aren’t you the one who almost got kicked off the team?” Techno fired back, crossing his arms over his chest. “But, Y/N can come along if they want to.”

Tommy launched himself at Techno, pointing a finger in his face and rattling off curses. It was clear to you that Techno’s hair was clearly getting in the way, sitting at his shoulders until he shrugged it off, blowing strands to the side as he pushed his little brother away.

“Are you two coming or are you gonna slap fight?”

You locked eyes with a boy from your English class, Wilbur you believed his name was. Tommy muttered one last thing at Techno, then ran off to find his friends, leaving you behind. Wilbur ran over to you and Techno, immediately engaging in a conversation about the game.

You stood in between the two of them, hardly a hindrance as they basically talked around you. As much as you wanted to be involved, you had no clue what they were talking about, so you stuck to watching Techno as he spoke, studying his mannerisms.

He kept fiddling with his hair, pushing it behind his ears until it fell around his face again.

“Want my hair tie?”

He looked down at you, staring at the pastel blue band you held up to him, hesitantly taking it from you and tying his hair back.

By the end of the night, you had become pretty close with the team, especially Techno who, for some reason, stuck by your side the whole time.

You continued to tutor Tommy and got pretty close to him as well, eventually seeing him as something of a little brother. You went to all his games but retained zero knowledge about football. He worked on his grades and they steadily improved, though that didn’t stop him from getting on your case about not understanding the “epic highs and lows of high school football”. Despite how he acted sometimes, Tommy was rather clingy, running over to you anytime he’d spot you in the halls.

You got to be pretty good friends with Wilbur as well, becoming a regular visitor at his house. You were the first person he’d share his songs with, and when he’d go out to play in cafes, you were always there.

Though it took you longer, you warmed up to Techno as well. He was harder to approach than the other two, pretty quiet and by himself most of the time. He remembered you from the celebration after Tommy’s first game; the conversation flowed easily and you really liked listening to him talk about the things he enjoyed.

Eventually, you began hanging out more with Techno than his brothers. You were the first person he’d come see after games and it seemed like you always had plans with him. It was clear to everyone that Techno liked you a lot. Wilbur was the first to pick up on it, constantly teasing you both. Tommy caught on as well, though he was less enthusiastic about his older brother stealing you away. So when he finally asked you to be his partner, no one was surprised, except for you.

You had only been dating for a little over a month, and Techno wasn’t the most affectionate boyfriend, but you wouldn’t have wanted anyone else.

Gently blowing on the cut, you placed a band-aid over it and stepped away from Techno, walking over to the trash can. The two of you had to get back before anyone noticed you were gone, the last thing you wanted was to arouse suspicions.

Techno groaned as he stretched out his limbs, his joints cracking as he was finally able to move. You walked over to him again, frowning as you stared at his bruised lip.

“I’m okay, you know,” he whispered, smiling softly at your worry. You shook your head, “And? That doesn’t mean I’m okay with you fighting anyone who says anything to me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly, resting your head against his chest to feel his heartbeat. He was always so warm and so comfortable, you could stay in his arms forever.

Techno reached up to redo his ponytail, handing you the band to hold onto while he gathered his hair together. You peered down at it, raising your brows when you realized it was the hair tie you had given him when the two of you first met. It was clearly over used, you wondered why he had kept it for so long.

“Why do you still have this?” you chuckled, giving it back to him, watching as he tied up his hair again.

He shifted awkwardly, once again avoiding eye contact, “Uh- it’s like a reassurance, I guess. Dunno if it actually does anything but I haven’t played a single game without it so…”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek, hiding you face in his chest, “You are so-”

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Tommy screech echoed in the small bathroom, startling you and making you bump your head against Techno’s chin. The two of you pulled away quickly, each tending to the sore spot where you clashed. You glared at Tommy, he was standing at the door, absolutely disgusted.

He marched over to you both, grabbing your wrists and muttering something about how gross you two were.

“Techno, you’re such a simp!” Tommy yelled, shaking with laughter before suddenly turning serious. “But you stole Y/N away from me! They’re my friend!” Techno looked over at you in disbelief, then turned back to his little brother with a smirk, “Tommy, I don’t know if you’re aware, Y/N is my partner.”

You laughed, moving closer to Techno to slip your hand into his. Tommy watched the two of you, wrinkling his nose and giving you the cold shoulder, gagging dramatically.

“You guys are,” Tommy began, taking a deep breath before yelling the rest, “FUCKING DISGUSTING!”

Being the wonderful brother he was, Techno opted to ignore Tommy, instead walking off with you. You could help but shift your eyes over to your hair tie, the one he held onto even before the two of you were together. Techno might not be the most upfront, but he showed he cared in the ways that mattered.

You heard Tommy’s shoes squeak against the tiled floors as he ran after you both. You rolled your eyes, yawning and leaning your head on Techno’s shoulder.

“You wouldn’t have met if I wasn’t stupid, you know! You fucking owe me!”

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ozymandias | w.s.

Pairing: college student au!Wilbur Soot x reader; no Y/N, gender-neutral (no pronouns mentioned)

Synopsis: In class, your eyes spot a handsome stranger. Distracted, you try to pay attention attention to Professor Technoblade and his teaching assistant Nihachu, but you can’t seem to focus on anything but that student.

Warnings: some cursing, cameos from Technoblade and Niki, oc friend called Jamie, failed attempted British slang terms from an American author

Word Count: 3.0k

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Professor Technoblade begins the second lecture of the year for European Literature with an unwavering smile. His eyes wander across the room. Internally, he begins a psychoanalysis of his students. It’s only natural, really, since the young professor also teaches Intro to Psychology. At least that’s what he tells himself. 

“Damn,” he mutters under his breath. Technoblade turns to his teaching assistant Nihachu, who goes by Niki, and says, “I was wrong. Remember my hypothesis about half of the students leaving by the second lesson? Only around a quarter of the original class left.”

Niki, who stands closer to the students sitting in the rows of the small auditorium, makes sure to keep her voice low as she replies, “You have too little faith. Besides, around half a dozen students are already watching you, waiting for class to start.”

When she scans through the students in the center of the seating area, she adds, “Look at the people in the middle row. They’re all staring at that one student with the beige tote bag.”

Technoblade stares at how the student in question waves their arms in the air to exaggerate whatever they are discussing. It's quite an animated gesture, but it gives him a little more information about their personality. Since not many college students take European Literature at the level he teaches, the classes are often small. And so, Technoblade finds himself making meaningful academic connections with his students every term; he’ll get to know his students’ individual behaviors long before exam season.

“They’re having quite the heated conversation,” the professor says, all the while observing how a student clad in a beanie has been staring non-stop at the one making overt hand gestures.

Suddenly, Niki corrects her previous hypothesis. Squinting her eyes at the students before them, she says, “You know what? I take back when I said that it's everyone in the middle row, because I think that the only person listening to the one making hand gestures is the other student sitting right next to them. You know, the one with the pink headband.”

“You’re right about that, but I think you’ve missed something,” Technoblade says, thinking back to his previous observations of the boy staring at the expressive student with the tote bag. “Look at that guy sitting in the row directly beneath them.”

“The beanie-clad student?”

Technoblade nods. “I wonder if the one making hand gestures knows that the one in the beanie is listening.”

It's a rhetorical question, so Niki doesn’t answer him. Instead, the teaching assistant glances at the large analog clock that hangs on the wall just to the left of the blackboard. It’s fifteen past two o’clock in the afternoon. Technoblade’s gaze follows Niki’s.

Niki asks, “Well then, should we start now or wait in the hopes that more people will walk through those doors?” 

She points to the doors, located a yard or two away from their spot of conversation by Technoblade’s desk.

“Thanks for keeping me in check,” Technoblade says with a laugh. “The school would put me under if they discovered that I people-watch more than I teach these college students,” he pauses, then renders the next phrase sarcastic as he inflates his voice, “the profound literature of Europe.” 

And so, before you can finish your harsh opinions regarding the five-page essay your Greek Mythology professor assigned the day before, Niki clears her throat. It’s a rather loud action, too, and so it has an immediate impact of piercing the noise of the room. 

You whisper to your friend from high school, Jamie, that you’ll fill her in later as Technoblade stands up from his desk. As the professor walks over to the large blackboard at the front of the room, you shove your phone into your beige tote bag and glance down at the professor and teaching assistant standing a few meters away from you.

“Good afternoon.”

You and the students before him echo the introduction in a monotone manner. 

He continues, “Last class was for introductions and the syllabus. From now on, we’ll delve into actual content. Today, it’ll be ‘Ozymandias,’ a poem which I’m sure you all are quite familiar with.”

The students in the rows above him groan. Your ears pick up on how a particularly deep voice is amongst the voices, but you decide to shove those thoughts away. Instead, you try to focus on analyzing the personality of Technoblade to see how you should behave in his class.

Unsurprised at the reaction, the professor says with a shrug, “Well, your responses sure aren’t unique, I hear this every year. I guess you know of the poem from high school?”

Most of the people in the room nod. Just as you attempt to nod as well, your attention is suddenly caught by a student sitting in the row below you, a mere three seats away. The angle that you’re sitting at is perfect to take in their side profile and attire.

They’re wearing a burgundy beanie and a pair of thin-framed, round glasses sits on their nose. And what a pretty nose it is, sloped at a straight angle that disappears under their mask. Oh, and their hair, wavy with a fringe that half-falls out of the front of the beanie, so long that it nearly covers their eyes. Their clothing matches an aesthetic that your brain can only label as academia, one that screams of all kinds of brown trench coats and beige button-ups. 

You close your eyes to avoid getting caught staring in the rare chance that they look up in your direction. You inhale rather sharply, muttering under your breath, “Christ, they’re fit.”

Before you can get infatuated, you rip your gaze away from whoever they are and drop your right elbow onto your lap, leaning over to press your cheek against your right hand so that your hand effectively blocks your view of the pretty stranger. Of course, you can still see them if you turn your head a few centimeters to the right, but you choose to ignore that by focusing on the lecture for once.

Technoblade is in the middle of a sentence when you redirect your attention to him, but you can gather that he’s recited the poem from how it is plastered over the wall that the projector to the left of his desk faces. 

“Now, from the nods I’ve received earlier, I can gather that most of you already know about what ‘Ozymandias’ means in terms of the words in the poem. But it’s probably to a very superficial extent, but that’s fine since that’s going to change after today. You see, ‘Ozymandias’ is a poem that describes the Egyptian pharaoh Ramesses II. Why, then, are the poems dubbed ‘Ozymandias’ and not ‘Ramesses II?’ Well, the name Ozymandias is Greek for Ramesses II, that’s why.”

Niki walks over to the computer that Technoblade is using to project “Ozymandias” and scrolls up. She highlights the name “Percy Bysshe Shelley” and then the year 1818, both facts displayed under the title. 

Once Niki’s finished, Technoblade adds, “In order to dissect a poem’s meaning, you cannot solely look at the words. Context, specifically historical context, is what you should all be focusing on. European Literature is a class involving studies of written works throughout history, and those works have been written by authors who drew upon the history known to them at the time of their writing and emulated opinions regarding those events in their writing, which we examine today.”

In your overflowing binder which you still haven’t cleaned out since last semester, you flip to a random page and write “Ozymandias” on the header. You draw a bullet point with the words “historical context” and nothing else.

You look at your paper with the slightest of smiles, amused by your lack of care. You send a silent thanks to your guidance counselor, whether it was an intentional move or not, for creating a schedule with many courses that reflect the timetable of your college friend, Jamie, who sits in the chair to your left. 

When Jamie looks up, you say, “Look at my half-assed attempt at notes.”

She shrugs and says, “It’s better than no notes.”

“Touché,” you say, staring at her lack of material. “Well, at least we’re here at all. I mean, if I’m paying nearly 30 grand for a college education, I might as well not skip.”

You and Jamie are startled out of your short side conversation when the horrendous sound of chalk scratching against the blackboard begins to ring throughout the classroom. Technoblade, whose handwriting is notably just as bad as the sound of the chalk, has written: Diodorus Siculus. 

With the name written down, the professor continues his lecture. He says, “I’ve written the spelling of Diodorus Siculus out for future reference. Who was he? A historian. An ancient Greek one who reported in his Bibliotheca historica that at the base of a statue of Ramesses II, there was an inscription. The engraved words stated: ‘King of Kings Ozymandias am I. If any want to know how great I am and where I lie, let him outdo me in my work.’”

Niki taps on the professor’s shoulder and begins to whisper something in his ear. You take the interruption in Technoblade’s lecture as a reminder to continue taking notes. 

As you jot down a few bullet points about Diodorus Siculus from Technoblade, your eyes can’t help but wander. It’s as if they have a mind of their own, honestly. But on second thought, you think that even if you did have firm control of your eyes, you would choose to ogle at the cute stranger anyway. 

Your center of attention, the pretty student, shifts out of the corner of your eye. Subsequently, your hand momentarily stops writing to stare at a particularly interesting piece of their wavy brown hair. It juts out of the beanie and obscures their vision. Although they move to shove the hair out of their eyes and back into the beanie, it falls back down again until they give up and let their hair win the battle. 

“Good grief,” you sigh. The sound is accompanied by a much stronger swear as you mull over your actions for a few more seconds. 

Jamie furrows her brows and tilts her head.

In response to her visible confusion, you say, “I’ve spent a good two minutes just staring at that hair.” 

You nod toward the student who has caught your affection attention. Jamie squints, then lets out a sigh as she shakes her head. 

Following the slightest of an exasperated smile, Jamie says, “Okay?”

“You have nothing else to add?”

“No.” 

“Really?”

“Mate, it’s good hair, but they look like every other white boy.”

You can’t deny it.

From Jamie’s tone of voice, you could tell that she is aware of your fascination with the handsome student. Unlike you, your crush seems to be paying proper attention to Technoblade. You follow their gaze back to Technoblade’s collared dress shirt and freshly pressed navy trousers. Although you’re not opposed to his professional attire, you can’t help but decide that the beanie-clad student below you is dressed far better. Unfortunately, Technoblade does not wait for you to finish your silent comparison of his clothing to the pretty stranger. 

The professor continues his speech, saying, “Shelley, the aforementioned author of ‘Ozymandias,’ was inspired by Siculus. Oh, and before I forget, I mentioned before that there were two Ozymandias poems. It’s true, since Shelley and his friend Horace Smith indulged in a writing competition together where they both described Ozymandias. Anyway, side note aside, Shelley was trying to convey a particular theme through his words. What was it, then?”

Technoblade pauses in his verbal explanations and picks up the chalk again, much to his students’ collective exaggerated despair. You copy what he’s written on the blackboard onto your notes without a verbal complaint this time, writing, “theme: all power is temporary, regardless of a ruler’s extensive ego or control.”

The professor drops the chalk down and returns to his initial spot by his laptop. He scrolls down to the bottom half of the poem and reads some lines aloud. “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains.” 

Technoblade gazes into the crowd of students before him, and asks, “Can someone take a shot at explaining the juxtaposition here?”

When no one offers to do so after 11 excruciatingly long seconds, you pity the professor and raise your hand. Technoblade’s sour expression turns grateful and he nods for you to state your opinion.

You say, “Well, Shelley paints Ramesses II out to be prideful. After all, Ramesses calls himself a ‘king of kings’ in the inscription described on the pedestal of the visage, and yet, the previous theme is reflected in that there is ‘nothing beside’ the visage to ‘despair’ as Ramesses claimed. So, the juxtaposition is that Ramesses brags about being great, yet his legacy gave way to nothing that has withstood the test of time. Additionally, the statue is described to be ‘half sunk’ and ‘shattered,’ and therefore ruined and forgotten, which is another set of contrasting qualities.”

Silence stretches across the classroom, and then slow applause comes from Niki. 

“Great interpretation,” Technoblade says, with nothing else to add.

“For lack of a better word, I think he got startled at my talented analysis,” you whisper to Jamie. 

“Talented, my foot,” she responds, and the two of you attempt to hold back your laughter with poorly-disguised coughs.

Suddenly, the deep voice from earlier says, “If I may add?”

Your brows furrow, as you have no idea who just spoke.

Technoblade replies, “Of course.”

“While the poem focuses on Ramesses II or Ozymandias, there lies a greater implication that it is all rulers who will undergo the same fate, including political authorities and monarchies. Like King George III, for example, who had a reputation for tyrannical behavior. I mean, it was around the end of George’s reign that this poem was written.”

The speaker trails off, glancing at Technoblade for approval to continue.

“Holy shit, the pretty stranger is the deep voice from earlier!” You swear under your breath, tracing the voice back to the beanie-clad student that you’ve been attempting to avoid looking at. You’ve been failing, of course, and this newfound discovery of their objectively nice voice stirs your impression of them further. 

When Technoblade nods for them to continue, they say, “At the time, George really could have been considered the most powerful man alive, with the 13 colonies spread across North America and other smatterings of colonies across the western hemisphere. Of course, his name was smeared by the ultimate success of the American Revolution by Americans who did not ‘despair’ in the face of his ‘works,’ thus rendering George’s legacy as nothing but a sign of failure.”

As if right on cue, smoke detectors begin to ring just as the pretty stranger’s response ends. There is nothing you wish more to do than get to know the well-dressed student who you’ve been obsessing over throughout the lesson. 

“Damn, must be that culinary class again.” Technoblade bites his tongue to avoid saying any stronger swears. “And with that, I’m taking that as a sign that our lesson is over. Nothing’s due for next class. Office hours are open today at 4, but don’t come unless you bring me a cup of earl grey. No sugar or milk or cream, just black. If the building burns down, there will be no office hours. Au revoir.”

With that, students around you stand up, lugging their bags over their shoulders for lunch. The attractive student is among them, and as you realize how tall they are, you fall even more for them. 

“Blimey,” you say, unable to hold yourself back as you turn toward Jamie. If you could inconspicuously fan yourself right now, you would. “The super low voice is the handsome stranger? And the handsome stranger is smart as hell? Intelligence has never looked this,” you pause, then settle for the word “delicious.”

“You’re so fuckin’ weird, you know that?” Jamie says with her back turned to you. She’s sorting the items in the chair to the left of her, where her jacket and other objects lay. After shrugging her jacket onto her shoulders, she grabs her backpack and faces you as she stands up.

“Oh, but you love me, Jamie. You’re my person, my best friend. Your only friend, really.” You do not pause to let her refute your claims and instead shove your notebook and laptop into your shoulder-destroying tote bag. “Besides, I’m hungry. Food is on my mind. Lunch in the city?”

“Lunch in the city,” she affirms with a nod, then with the slightest of smirks.

Your brows furrow at her expression, wondering why Jamie has such a dastardly smile plastered over her face. 

Suddenly, someone taps your shoulder, and you turn around. Your eyes meet chocolate brown ones. 

“Wilbur Soot, he/him.”

Your eyes widen at the pretty beanie-clad student, shocked by his forward behavior. Internally, you question why the cute stranger before you would want to talk to you. It would have taken you several classes in order for you to muster the courage to ask when an assignment was due. 

Spluttering due to your juvenile crush, all you can say after sharing your name and pronouns, is, “I thought you left.”

With a grin, he says, “Couldn’t leave you without your deep-voiced, intelligent, handsome stranger now, could I?”

When he steps forward, you can see his light brown eyes glitter, highlighted by the weak glow from the dull lights in the classroom. A gorgeous smattering of freckles lies across his cheeks like the stars in the night sky. His cheeks are reddening by the second and his lips are turning up at the corners. If a smile could melt you, it would be this one. 

Wilbur Soot is even prettier up close. 

“I know, love,” he says, with a cheeky smirk that causes your heart to spasm. “Go on a date with me?”

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Hi! Here are some imagines written about the people of the Dream SMP!

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Dream

Interview (GN!) 3.1k words Going in for an interview is nerve-wracking enough. What a shame the PA and your future boss were hot.

Prison Days (she/her) (NA) Prison life for the couple who destroyed an entire country.

Crush (she/her) (NA) Basketballer Dream has a crush that everyone knows about. everyone but you.

Fucker (she/her) (NA) After a year of not leaving the house, sapnap finally convinced dream to go out and have a boys night. being the loving girlfriend you are, you had no issues. until they arrived home.

Drive (GN!) (NA) Of course the one day you tell dream to not go out, is the one day he gets caught in a car chase. with you. in the passenger seat.

Lost Wallet (GN!) (NA) After having a terrible day, going out for dinner with friends seems like the perfect pick me up! Except when its your shout, and you've lost your wallet. Whoops?

The Character Becomes The Author (she/her) (NA) I'd say it's pretty self explanatory. Instead of Dream being written about. He writes about YOU.

Sapnap

Pets (GN!) (NA) Sapnap. Known on the SMP as the pet killer. What started out as a pure accident led to the pet war. Yet, here he was. sitting with the reader, comforting them after they lost their dog against during the fall of l’manburg. ironic isn't it.

Turn (she/her) (NA) In which Sapnap pushes everyone away from him after losing you, he tries to drown his sorrows in partying. finally wanting to turn his life around, he decides he needs to see you one last time.

Undies (GN!) (NA) All Sapnap wanted was a quick midnight snack. But you just had to be in the kitchen at the exact same time as him.

Delivery (she/her) (NA) Just a day like any other. Roaming neighbourhoods, delivering various foods. But this time seemed to be just a little different.

Dye (GN!) (NA) Helping Sapnap dye his hair a darker brown.

GNF To Be Added

C!Technoblade

Escapee (GN!) 1.5k words Technoblade had finally escaped prison after 3 months. You were the first person he wanted to see

Piglin Lovin' (She/Her) 3.6k words Phil and Techno go on a 2 week long trip leaving you alone with all of the chores.

Training (NA) You and Techno had always been close. Some say you were joined at the hip. So the day Phil flew by and saw you training by yourself against some measly scarecrow, he knew something was wrong.

Piggy (she/her) (NA) It’s no secret that Techno was overprotective. so when you came back from a trip, completely unscathed, Techno still couldn’t help but lecture you about the dangers of going alone.

Punz

Laces (GN!) (NA)

basically punz is a pain in the fucking ass

Wilbur

Be Nice (she/her) (NA) It seems that everybody seems to know about your little crush on wilbur soot. Including Wilbur himself. So in classic Soot fashion, he teases you for it.

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Hi! Welcome to my Masterlist! This is where you will find all of the works I've written!

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Peter Parker

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Dream SMP Series Dream SMP Imagines Dream SMP Headcanons Dream SMP Blurbs

Dream SMP Insists of: -Dream -Sapnap -Wilbur Soot -Technoblade -Nihachu -Georgenotfound -Punz -TommyInnit -Quackity -Fundy -Karl Jacobs

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Hi! Here are some headcanons written about the people of the Dream SMP!

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Pet Names GN! - 0.8k Sapnap, Wilbur, Dream, Niki

Doing a Puzzle GN! - 3.6k C!Tommy + CC!, Sapnap, Dream, George,

Read to them GN! - Sapnap, Dream, Quackity, Techno

Telling them You're Pregnant GN! (Afab) Dream, George, Punz, Karl

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Hi! Here are some blurbs written about the people of the Dream SMP

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Tommy

Sapnap

Wilbur

Kiss me CC!

Dream

Oh Dream

George

Quackity

Techno

✮𝗘𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗲 - 𝗧𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲✮

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Hello! With Techno having returned to the SMP with a jail break, why not a lil imagine

Let me know if I've made any grammatical errors or need to add a CW :)

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Gender-Neutral pronouns Word Count: 1.5k CW: Reader has bad mental health, mentions of not eating, cursing

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"Holy fuck Phil" Techno breathed heavily, clutching his stomach as he curled in on himself.

"It worked!" Phil was ecstatic. The plan to get his best friend out of jail had actually w o r k e d. 3 months late mind you. Phil was too excited to notice the look of worry on his best friends face. A rare sight that Phil seemed to skim over. Heaving, Techno gripped the back of his chair to stand himself upright, trying to catch his breath. Which ultimately didn't work when what little oxygen that had entered his lungs were immediately coughed out as Phil tackled him into a hug. Techno froze. Dream wasn’t exactly the most affectionate. Especially not to Technoblade. He hasn’t had any type of affection since the day he decided to visit. which happened to be a kiss and a hug from you. Techno shook his head, wasting no time in grabbing Phils shoulders and pushing him off of him. Phil stared at Techno incredulously, disbelief. His best friend that had disappeared for 3 months was finally back.

And still as cold as ever.

Technoblade stared at Philza intensely, stilling gripping the shorter man by the shoulders.

"You alright mate?" Techno twitched as he heard the words fall from Phil’s mouth. Oh how he had longed to hear him talk. Not that he would ever verbally admit it. He coughed, averting his eyes down to his pants as he pretended to wipe off any dust.

"Uh... yeah I am fine Phil." Phil quirked his head to the side, a soft smile on his face as he looked at Techno. Standing awkwardly in silence, Technoblades worry had returned. Remembering what he needed from Phil. A simple request really.

"Phil. Where are they?"

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Angry was an understatement. He had left you for 3 months. MONTHS without a word or a trace.

Interrogating Phil for Technos whereabouts was no use. Every time he saw you for even a split second, he would be flying away surrounded by his crows. In the beginning, he would talk to you. Saying,

"Nah, haven't heard anything from Techno, sorry mate" "Oh you know how he is, he's probably gone to let out some steam. He'll be back soon enough"

But by week 2 of the questioning, he began getting fed up. Knowing he wouldn't be able to face you without cracking.

Each day was harder and harder to cope with. Things in your life had started to crumble and completely fall apart. You never realised how much you needed Techno, well, depended on Techno to support you emotionally. You had Ranboo, but nowadays he's with Tubbo and Michael nearly 24/7. There was Philza, but he's been avoiding you, knowing Technoblade wouldn’t want you to know where his was.

Things had gotten tough alone in the Tundra. You refused to go to Technos house, hell you refused to even leave your own. You had stopped catering to your farm, letting Phil do all of the dirty work. Eating became minimal. Only doing so when you truly had to. These past 3 months were probably the worst months of your entire life. The only thing occupying your time is being curled up in a ball in your bed. Swaddled in blankets as a baby would be.

So when you heard those 4 rhythmic knocks you had been longing to hear for these past few months. Your heart raced, excitement blooming. A smile stretched towards your eyes, causing the apples of your cheeks to turn a bright red, eyes crinkling. Desperately trying not to get tangled within the sheets, you bolted out of your room and down the stairs to open your front door. Hoping, wishing, knowing, who was going to be behind it. As expected, when you opened the door. There stood the Blood God himself.

His usual soft pink hair, now matted and frizzy, no longer in a braid. His bright ruby eyes, wearing his golden framed glasses he claims to hate so much. (which Sam so kindly let him wear in the prison as his contacts had dried out) Pointed ears adorned in gold jewellery, which he admittedly put in before he saw you as he had taken them out before he visited Dream, as Sam would have forced him to. Red robe nowhere to be seen, only wearing a cotton white shirt stained with various different patches from wearing it for so long. Stubble had grown over the lower half of his face. Techno was never able to grow a beard.

You took in his appearance, not caring how disheveled and gross he was at that moment. He was him. He was there. In person. With you. Tears immediately fell down your face, a loud sob escaping your throat. You couldn't contain yourself. All of these pent up emotions had finally been let out in one gut wrenching cry. You threw yourself at him. Taking in his warmth and scent. He snorted at your antics. Missing the way your cheek rested against his shoulder, and how your arms fit perfectly around his neck, successfully trapping him against your body.

If he thought he missed Phil, he didn't even know what this feeling was. No words could describe what he felt as he was gone. Of course he missed Phil, Phil is his best friend, his partner in crime, father-figure. But you... You were different. Technoblade loves you. Different from how he loves Phil. No, he is in love with you. Being away from you for so long with no way to contact you was eating him from the inside out. There wasn't a second he wasn't in pain in that godforsaken prison. Wanting nothing more than to hold you against his chest, cherishing in the warmth of your hands on his scalp as you massaged his head softly. As you were doing in this moment.

Your body wracked in his arms, sobbing loudly, tears making a wet patch in his shirt. Not that he minded. He pulled you impossibly closer. His head tucked in the space between your neck and shoulder just taking in your scent. Tears of his own fell down his cheeks, trying as hard as he could to suppress them, but try as he might, he ultimately failed.

"Fuck Tech" you murmured against his skin, voice wavering in the process. He inhaled a sharp breath humming in acknowledgment.

"I know" he whispered, wanting this moment to never end. Unfortunately for him you pulled away. A whine had escaped his throat at the loss of contact. If anyone could make Technoblade become vulnerable, it was you, and only you.

"God" you said staring at him once again. Your hands were resting on his shoulders as his lightly pressed against your waist, tightening the longer you stood there. Never wanting to let go of you again. "At this point..." you trailed off, trying to find the right words. You looked behind him at the snow, before looking down at your feet. Wrong move. One of Technos hands immediately left your waist to grab your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes once again.

"Please" he pleaded quietly. "Please don't look away, I'm scared I'll disappear again. That this is all a dream" His heart was thumping against his rib cage at the confession. He was almost certain you could hear it. You smiled at him softly. Lifting a hand to meet his against your cheek, nuzzling into it slightly before grabbing his and moving it back to your waist. Moving your arm back around his neck, resting in the same position as before.

Never breaking eye contact.

"I promise to never look away, unless you do it first" You bargained with him, he laughed softly. “And i promise that this isn’t a dream”

"In that case, I think we're going to be stuck on your porch for the rest of our lives." He smirked, reveling in the way your eyes crinkled as you laughed, a bright smile littering your face. You calmed down staring at him lovingly.

"At this point Techno" You continued what you were saying before Technos anxiety had spiked. "I don't give a shit about where you were or why you were gone for so long. I'm just glad you're finally back"

He giggled. Which had shocked you. You didn't think Techno even knew what giggling was, let alone having done it himself.

"I love you" He whispered as he started to lower his head towards yours.

"I love you too idiot" Murmuring just loud enough for him to hear, before meeting him half way and pressing your lips against his. His small tusks grazed your cheeks slightly, immediately lighting up with blush. God how you had missed this feeling. The kiss was soft. But passionate. Pouring both of your emotions into it. The grip he had on your waist lightened before he wrapped his arms around your lower back, pulling you as close as humanly possible. The two parted for a split second to catch their breath before diving back in.

They had a lot of catching up to do.

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Did anyone else see Phil read technos will live??? I sobbed. It wasn't even sad.

Thats a lie i am lying to myself.

Have a good day/night :)

-Birdy

✮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.

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“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

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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

Also other headcannon , well i know theres the sbi family headcannon but imagine technoblade's mom had white hair and red eyes and the dad a muscular pigman with yellow eyes like AHHH

Oh , My Aphrodite.

(In game! Techno blade x reader ) based of the song “ Love like you “ from SU 

(Romance and fluff :) 

https://youtu.be/5PjDQOPrHJA 

Techno has conflicted feelings about y/n , he feels he isn’t good enough for her and that he’s too dangerous but y/n doesn’t think the same and instead comforts him. Also it may be a little OOC for tech sorry. 🥺 _____________________________________ 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

  Techno and y/n were a strange couple that was for sure , they seem like total opposites a quiet brute man that techno was , and the bubbly talkative girl who loved roses and baking.  For many it was a surprised that techno had a lover considering the things he have done and his personality. But in fact they were a pretty happy stable relationship compare to the others on the smp was shocking. They kinda watch over Ranboo as if he was their kid or something , he didn’t really live with them but near by and they would check up on him.    y/n was okay with Techno’s beliefs and such and it didn’t really bother her as she had no connections towards the places and people, plus by the sound of it the blonde boy who would visit them screaming explained it, it didn’t sound so great. She mostly stayed home , tend a farm and brew potions for techno for his journeys and fights. Sometimes she’ll go on little missions on her own to get supplies by the near by villages usually with techno constantly telling her to have a totem of undying on her no matter what. And so y/n wouldn’t be lonely she would hang out with her father in law sometimes and joke about stuff and teach her the basics in sword fighting and some family stories.    What techno loved so much about her is her passion in things she enjoys and the small little gestures of affection she does for him, and always willing to learn new things. From fixing and sewing his clothes , from her making a rose garden and putting them in her hair, talking about her fixations of stories and art. They way she bandaged him up and give him his favorite food after a fight and take care for him. He doesn’t know how he got such a wonderful women like her , she was just so loyal to him he didn’t deserve it. 

  He remembers how he met her she was walking in the snow with barely anything on crying , almost freezing to death but he luckily got her before she did and helped her back to his home. He was very very unsure what to do but he tried his best to help her. After awhile and her resting she told him she got kicked out from her boyfriends house and was basically left to die. But that she was very great full towards techno and wished to repay him back in anyway she can so techno let her do tasks for him. After awhile she got used to being around him and kinda cling onto him wishing to stay with him. After a lot of thinking he agreed to it and let her stay with him , it was hard/awkward at first because she’s obviously been abused but together she eventually grew back her strength and confidence which deepen their bond. They were good friends and did stuff for each other and start developing feelings for each other. Even Phil kinda noticed when he visit techno and talk to him , he very much noticed the chemistry between the two. But after some awkward dates , a lot of being flustered and being quiet with each other they finally started to date and show their true feelings with each other and it was a big change for them both.    Currently now techno was happy in the relationship he was in , I mean he even had a golden ring for her but he wasn’t sure why but he’s been so hesitant and unsure of himself. He was coming home from a trip from a village for the ring. This trip made him think a lot , he killed a lot of people , he had blood on his hands, the voices in his head. The betrayals he had and the nicknames, he was called, “ The blade” , “ The blood god.” Would she really want to be associated with that with him? She would become a target and she is okay with that? The voices in his head were conflicting him because they weren’t begging for blood. But instead haft worried for her and haft very happy and it was an overwhelming feeling cause he wasn’t used to it that he kinda stood outside his home frozen still, tears overwhelming him and stream down his face , his skull hog mask covering his face. He just stood there crying quietly lightly shaking as his love wait for him.  y/n was inside baking some goods as she waits for techno to come home and noticed something at the window when she was cleaning up. She peeked out to see and noticed it was techno as she happily clap in glee. But she noticed how stiff and tense he appeared outside , now that she mention it he’s been kinda distant with her maybe she could go outside to check on him. Y/n quickly put her coat on and open the door walking over to him as the snow crunch under her feet, it was hella cold outside. “ Techno, techno love you okay?” She was few inches from him and looked at him “ tech?...you okay?...”“she slowly moved over to him and gently place on a hand on his cheek as the other gently lift up his mask. She takes out a handkerchief and gently wipe his tears away as she place soft kisses “ hey...hey it’s okay baby I’m here.” She softly says as techno starts to clear his mind and focus his vision he started to calm down back into reality. “Y/n?....is that you?” Techno said so softly as y/n perk up at his voice “ yes! Yes it’s me my love , what’s wrong?” She says softly as she cupped his face gently caressing his cheek with her thumb. He basically melted into her touch “ oh my Aphrodite, I just....I don’t know... I know I been distant from you and I apologize. But I just-” she cuts him off “ it’s okay I know, I know let’s just get you back inside okay? It’s cold and I’m freezing and I just want you to know that if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t Be here and I think that says a lot about you . “ She said smiling towards him grabbing his hand and walking back to the warm cozy house sitting him down as she sat beside him holding him close to her. “ I love you techno , and...I’m grateful for everything you do for me and that yes I have noticed your distance and etc but believe me when I say that , I think you deserve it , my love. You helped me so much and made me happy, you gave me strength and I’m forever loyal to you. I was in a pretty shitty situation , and you made me feel better about myself. I know your not perfect and neither am I but I just wanted to let you know, sorry if I’m rambling or if doesn’t make sense but I’m just trying to say I love you and that you deserve it .” Techno looked up at her after she was talking and smiles a bit , he gently gives her soft kisses and nuzzles of affection ““thank you I needed that” he gently took off his cape his coat and such , and putting his cloak on her but forgetting it’s too heavy on her as He heard an “oof!” And a thud on the floorboards, “ y/n! I’m sorry I forgot !” He scrambled to help her up and sit her down, ““I’m sorry,” ““it’s okay!, it’s okay! You didn’t mean to !” She giggled as he relaxes. “ Well okay...well thank you my Aphrodite and I think your worthy of my love too, I’m glad I’m with you.” 

(Part 2 maybe idk ) 

Let me take care of you.

(In-game )Technoblade x little sister reader 

(Base off Bmo talk to jake in the finale in AT also this won’t be like 100% accurate for story reasons also cuz I’m lazy) 

You were the youngest sibling in the Sbi family and only daughter in the family, you lived with big brother techno and dadza in a snow biome. You were around 10 ish years old and witness a lot of dark stuff already but techno and dadza swear to protect you and keep you happy. It took awhile to get used to everything especially ghostbur, as it made you sobbed it took a lot of convincing from techno to calm down as you couldn’t stop crying , it even made ghostbur sad and tried giving you blue to help. And they had a hard time trying to explain what’s happening with Tommy and Tubbo and why you couldn’t see them but you just went along with it.

Your favorite things were techno putting your h/c hair into pigtails with bright red bows to match him with his red wear. He would memorize what you liked and even teach you the basics in fighting. And dadza always make sure you wear appropriately for the cold and make the dresses/clothes himself and help you take care of your small black wings. But your favorite thing is your haft enderman neighbor as your would always walk over there and accidentally scare the tall teen. But you would always make him weak by calling him big brother and showing things you think are neat to him. He just melts by your cuteness and gives your hugs, he even gave you a mob head! You thought it was pretty cool but it freaked out techno. 

Just like dadza , if techno sees a baby zombie near you that man will runs and scream picking you up and run back home for safety.

 But after a day alone as the three boys had to leave on very important duty that you couldn’t come and had to have ghostbur watch you. You would play dolls with him or play guitar with ghostbur and play songs together. But after abit you heard noises and perk up , getting up and peeking to see what happened. Ghostbur tried to make you cover your eyes or not see what’s happening but you slip and already made way to the living room. Phil and ranboo were still on there thing which was looking for totems but techno was back home and clearly upset clutching his side but not wincing in pain. It very much smelled like iron, you walked over to him and tug on his shirt spooking him. “ Y-y/n! Don’t look! You shouldn’t see this...” he looks down at you sadden. “ Your hurt. “ You softly said making Techno lean to your height as ghostbur watched. “ You always take care of me...so” you gesture at yourself “ let me be papa and take care of you “ you grabbed his free hand and make him sit down , you walked over to the chest and pull out a health potion and gold apple and rushed over to make him take it. And then ran the kitchen and make him a sandwich and get a cup of juice so he can eat something as you place it in-front of him. 

“y/n it’s okay, it’s Enough thank you. “ Techno calmly states as you squirm to climb onto him and pulling him into a tight hug not caring for the blood. You a techno just lean into the couch and you both gently rock as you softly sing a soft song to him as ghostbur plays a soft tune on the guitar. Techno softly yawns and he holds her close protectively as the voices in his head were happy as he falls asleep after a stressful day.  

she’s so small 

So cute 

We must protect 

She cares about you 

We love her

Protect

Later to the delight of dadza and ranboo found techno and little y/n asleep on the couch with ghostbur cuddle up with each other.