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Blood for the Pigman Hybrid, Technoblade

Tags: Hurt/Comfort • Angst • Blood • Injuries • Found Family • Half human half pigman Technoblade • Reader Insert • Dream SMP • Near Death Experience • Philza Being Dadza • Tommy & Wilbur Guilt • Comfort • Slow Burn (Future

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It had started as a normal day.

At least… until everything went horribly wrong.

No one really knew how the fight had started. Maybe someone said the wrong thing. Maybe someone threw the first punch. Whatever the reason, it had escalated into complete chaos.

Dream had somehow convinced nearly every faction on the Dream SMP that you, TommyInnit, and Wilbur were enemies. Now everyone wanted you all dead.

“TOMMY! WILBUR! DON’T LEAVE ME BEHIND!”

You sprinted through the forest after them, your lungs burning. Tommy and Wilbur were faster than you. You could keep up for a while, but unlike them, your footing wasn’t steady.

“Ah—!”

An arrow whistled through the air.

Pain exploded through your arm as Dream’s shot grazed it. “…Damn it!”. It wasn’t a fatal wound, but it hurt enough to slow you down.

You and Tommy weren’t exactly close friends. Wilbur barely knew you outside of occasional conversations. But none of that mattered right now.

The real problem… was that you were the second cannibal on the server. If Dream caught you, he wouldn’t hesitate.

You stumbled into your house and slammed the door shut before locking it.

“They’ll break through…”

Without wasting another second, you rushed upstairs and grabbed your bow, a full quiver of arrows, your iron sword, and anything else you could carry.

CRACK!

The front door splintered.

“They’re inside!”

You quickly strapped on your Elytra, threw open the upstairs window, and leaped into the air. For one glorious moment… it worked. You escaped.

Then another arrow slammed into your side. You grumble “Seriously?!”. Dream stood below, calm as ever, watching you fly away. He wasn’t rushing. He already knew you couldn’t escape forever.

Using every ounce of strength you had left, you flew until your Elytra finally gave out over a dense forest. You crashed into the trees and staggered onto the ground. “I… lost them…” At least, that’s what you thought.

Three minutes later… Crunch. Footsteps. You slowly turned around. Dream. 

Diamond axe in hand. You said “…Of course.”. Running wasn’t an option anymore. You drew your iron sword. The fight was brutal. Steel clashed against diamond.

Every block, every swing, every dodge became harder as more blood soaked your clothes. A slash across your thigh. Another across your waist. One carved across your shoulder, nearly reaching your neck. You were losing.

Fast. With shaking hands, you grabbed your ender pearl.

“Please…”

You threw it.The world twisted around you.  

When your vision cleared, you found yourself somewhere completely unfamiliar. A rocky trail stretched ahead.

Your left leg barely worked anymore, dragging across the ground with every step. Your vision blurred. The edges of your sight faded into darkness. Every breath burned. Still… You kept walking.

Eventually the forest disappeared. Snow covered everything. The freezing wind bit into your skin. You wore nothing but a T-shirt and shorts.

“…Where… am I…?”

Your voice came out as barely a whisper “C-Cold…”. Your body finally gave up.

The last thing you remembered was collapsing into the snow, leaving a crimson trail behind you.

Then…

Everything went black.

—— —————

Meanwhile…

Tommy and Wilbur had managed to reach Philza and Technoblade’s cabin. They were safe. You weren’t.

Only minutes later, Technoblade suddenly stopped walking a low wisper“…Blood.”. His ears twitched. The scent hit him instantly.

His voices erupted inside his mind.

Blood!

Blood for the Blood God!

Taste it.

Help her!

She’s weak.

Take her somewhere safe.

Don’t trust her.

Move!

Technoblade let out a frustrated growl.

“Shut up… I know what I’m doing.”

Philza looked over “What is it?”. Technoblade didn’t answer. He simply followed the scent. The trail ended in a clearing.

There…

Half-buried beneath the snow… was you. Your clothes were stained red. The snow around you had turned crimson.

Technoblade froze.

Philza rushed forward.

“Y/N!”

He dropped to his knees beside you.

“Y/N! Can you hear me?!”

Technoblade looked between the two of you. “…You know her?”. Phil sighed. “I taught her how to play Minecraft years ago. She was still learning when I met her. His expression softened.

“She’s family.”

“…Just like you boys.”

Technoblade stayed silent for a moment before carefully lifting you into his arms.

Bridal style. Without another word…He carried you home.

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The cabin door creaked open.

Tommy was the first to look up.

“…Y/N?”

Wilbur’s face immediately lost all color.

The two of them had escaped without you. They hadn’t meant to leave you behind forever—they had simply panicked—but seeing you now, covered in dried blood and barely breathing, guilt settled heavily in their chests.

“…We…” Tommy whispered.

Wilbur couldn’t even finish the sentence. Technoblade ignored them and carefully laid you down on the spare couch beside the fireplace. Your bleeding had mostly stopped thanks to the freezing snow, but the wounds were beginning to show signs of infection.

Philza quickly got to work.

“Techno, bandages.”

Without saying a word, Technoblade grabbed the medical supplies.

“Clean water.”

He handed it over.

“Needle.”

Already in Phil’s hand before he finished asking. Wilbur silently helped disinfect the wounds while Tommy stood nearby, unable to look away.

Every cut looked worse than the last. The slash across your shoulder. The deep wound in your waist. Your injured leg.

Phil frowned.

“…These are deeper than I thought.”

As he began preparing the needle, your eyelids fluttered open.

A small gasp escaped your lips from pain. “…N-No…” Your voice was barely audible. “D-Don’t…”

You weakly shook your head. “…Don’t use… s-stitches…” Your breathing hitched. “…Please…” Your eyes closed again as you slipped back into unconsciousness.

Phil sighed quietly.

“So that’s why.”

Technoblade glanced at him.

“What?”

“Old experience ı think.”

Phil carefully set the needle down for a moment. “She must’ve had a bad experience with stitches before.”. He looked toward Wilbur. “I need the sleeping potion.” Wilbur nodded and hurried to retrieve it. Moments later, Phil carefully poured a small amount between your lips.

Your body relaxed completely.

“Alright…”

“Let’s save her.”

The cabin fell silent except for the crackling fire.

Phil stitched each wound as gently as possible. Technoblade stayed nearby, silently holding your shoulder whenever your unconscious body instinctively flinched. When the stitches were finished, every wound was wrapped neatly in fresh bandages.

Phil finally leaned back with a tired sigh.

“…She’ll make it.”

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Three days later…

Your eyes slowly opened.

The first thing you noticed was warmth.

The second…

Pain.

Every movement sent sharp aches through your body. Your eyes watered immediately. You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to cry.

“…”

Tommy happened to be sitting nearby. 

His eyes widened.

“PHIL!”

He practically jumped to his feet.

“PHILZA! SHE’S AWAKE!”

“And she’s crying!”

Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Philza entered first with a glass of water and a painkiller already in hand.

Technoblade followed behind him, stopping near the doorway. He looked mildly annoyed. Mostly because everyone had taken over his bedroom.

Phil gently helped you sit up just enough to swallow the medicine. “There you go.”. After a few moments, the pain began easing.

Phil smiled softly.

“How are you feeling?”

“I was worried we were going to lose you.”

Your hand instinctively reached toward your shoulder before freezing.

“…The stitches…”

Phil immediately understood.

“Oh.”

He smiled reassuringly.

“Don’t worry.”

“We removed them before you woke up.”

“They healed nicely.”

“You’ve only got a few small scars from the injuries themselves.”

“No stitch marks.”

You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. 

Across the room, Tommy and Wilbur awkwardly looked at one another.

Then, almost at the exact same time—

“…Sorry for leaving you behind.”

Neither dared meet your eyes. Judging by how nervous they looked. Technoblade had probably made it very clear they owed you an apology.

You tried to sit up straighter.

A firm hand gently pressed against your shoulder before you could move too much.

“Don’t.”

Technoblade.

His voice was calm but left little room for argument.

“You’ll reopen the wounds.”

You blinked, looking at him properly for the first time.

“…Who are you?”

Your gaze lingered on his ears and tusks.

“…And… why do you look half Piglin?”

For a second, the room was completely silent. Technoblade answered with his usual bluntness.

“Because I am.”

“A Pigman.”

“…Mostly.”

“Part human.”

He crossed his arms.

“And don’t expect me to start acting soft.”

“This is my room, by the way.”

Your eyes widened slightly.

“…Your room?”

He gave a small nod.

“It was closer.”

Phil chuckled quietly. “And he carried you all the way here.”. Techno immediately looked away. “I wasn’t going to leave someone to freeze.”. Phil smiled knowingly but wisely chose not to tease him.

“Alright, everyone.”

He clapped his hands once.

“Out.”

“She needs proper rest.”

Tommy and Wilbur quietly left the room. Phil followed after making sure your medicine was within reach. Only Technoblade remained standing by the doorway for another moment before leaving as well.

———

Several hours passed.

You tried to sleep. You really did. But every time you shifted, another stab of pain woke you back up. A quiet, frustrated groan escaped you.

The bedroom door opened. Technoblade stepped inside carrying a small bottle and a glass of water. “You’ve been making enough noise to wake the dead.”

He placed the medicine on the bedside table.

“Painkiller and a sleeping potion. They’ll help.”

You looked at him in surprise.

“…Thanks.”

He shrugged.

“Don’t mention it.”

Within minutes, the medicine began working. Your eyelids slowly grew heavier.

The last thing you saw before drifting off was Technoblade quietly closing the bedroom door behind him.

Whatever happened next…

Would have to wait until tomorrow?

 To Be Continued…

*Part 2* will come after some time ;)

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[nonlivingvoid]

Normal Student to a TopGun Pilot

(Maverick and Y/N for now. A normal Fluff)

It was a normal school day but… was it?

During PE class with all the 9th grades (Science High School/Anatolian High School if you’re from Türkiye, or just a normal high school), some of them went to meet other scientists, while your class stayed with another class. You usually stayed silent near people you didn’t know well, so you preferred to stay in your own imagination. You were watching outside and drawing some hybrid entities on the window.

After a few boring minutes, the PE teacher said, “We have some important guests.”

Some pilots came in. The whole class went silent for a second, then most of the boys rushed toward them, and even some girls did too.

These weren’t just some basic pilots—they were from Top Gun.

The first one to get surrounded was Hangman. After that, Rooster got all the attention from the girls in class, and some of them went to Bob. Some boys tried to flirt with Phoenix, but they failed.

After 30 minutes, you didn’t even realize that you had been standing there without moving at all.

You heard a voice.

“Hey? Who are you, little boy?”

Again… you were mistaken for a boy.

You turned your head and said, “Eee… I’m not a boy, by the way, but no need to feel ashamed.”

You were used to it because you’d been a tomboy since 6th grade, with short hair and oversized clothes. You didn’t feel bad about it anymore because you found it funny.

Then you asked, “Sorry… but who are you, sir? Are you a new teacher?”

The man chuckled.

“No, no… First of all, sorry for calling you a boy. Secondly, my name is Pete Mitchell, but they call me Maverick, and I’m the captain of them. And those are Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote.”

You tried not to smile because you thought he talked much more politely than all the boys in your life.

Then you said, “Nice to meet you… Hmm… Which one do you prefer me to call you?”

Maverick smiled.

“Oh, please, let’s not use the ‘sir’ term. It’s too formal. I prefer Maverick or Mav.”

You nodded. Maybe he wasn’t a bad person.

“My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you, Maverick.”

He chuckled when your expression showed confusion, since you were used to calling older people more formally instead of by their names.

After a few minutes, the PE teacher called your classmates and you to stand in front of the pilots.

“So! You’re all going to have a lesson from them. I want you all to separate into four groups, and each group will have one leader. The leader will divide their group into smaller parts based on everyone’s talents. Maverick is going to choose the leaders, so everyone line up behind the red line!”

Everyone lined up. You were kind of lucky that your teacher didn’t tell everyone to line up by height since you were only 1.57 m tall. It wasn’t that bad, though. You liked yourself the way you were more than anything. You knew you’d probably stop growing at around 1.60 m, maybe 3–4 cm more if you were lucky.

You didn’t really have a best friend here. They were just normal friends.

You kept talking to yourself inside your head until you heard…

“…and the last leader will be Y/N.”

You snapped out of your thoughts.

You didn’t even get along with most of them… and now you were the leader.

You mumbled,

“Shit…”

You just hoped they would listen to you.

After an hour, every team had already done amazing work, but your team still wasn’t listening to you. They were chatting with each other instead of working.

You simply walked away, leaned against a tree, and wanted this to end.

You didn’t realize Maverick had walked over to you.

“Hey, Y/N. I think your team is a little out of discipline. Need some help?”

You sighed.

“No need. They aren’t going to listen anyway.”

You had already given up.

Luckily, Maverick stepped in. He walked over to your team and said with a loud voice,

“A team should listen to its leader, even if they don’t want to! In life, workers have to listen to their boss. So I want all of you to get your asses up and start listening to your leader. End of discussion.”

After that, your team finally started listening to your ideas.

You tested your teammates and divided them by their skills into similar groups, like planners, map drawers, people good at handcrafts, general knowledge, and military knowledge (the ones who had family members in the military or were interested in it).

The team looked different now, but they had already created maps of the school, sword-like things from wood and paper with your help, and different types of military vehicles like jets, tanks, and armored cars.

When the pilots looked over everyone’s work, your team became the winner.

Most of them were happy, while some were teasing the other teams.

Maverick couldn’t find you because you had gone behind a tree where nobody could see you. You preferred staying in the background.

Rooster noticed you and nudged him on the shoulder.

“Hey, Captain. The girl you’re looking for is behind that tree.”

Maverick thanked Rooster. After chatting for a moment, he walked over to you.

“Hey, little buddy. You did a great job… I knew you could be a great leader, but you keep hiding in the background. Is it because of some old memories? I had those too. It’s better to leave them behind and keep moving forward.”

You thought about his words for a few moments before answering.

“Maybe you’re right, Maverick… I’ll try. Thanks for everything…”

Maverick smiled.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N. But my team and I have to go back. We aren’t exactly jobless people…”

He put a hand on your shoulder and walked away with a friendly smile.

You waved back, keeping a great memory.

Maybe you’ll meet them again in the future.

Who knows…?

Part 2 will come after some time (idk how long, but it will!).

I hope you like this!