hello!! i dunno if requests are open but i had an idea for techno 👁👁
possibly just... a fic of in-game! techno liking a harpy reader (a half-bird, half-human hybrid from greek mythology) basically the reader just has really big wings and bird-like tendencies 👉🏼👈🏼 could you make the reader a half snow owl so they're more adapted to the cold (and their wings are white so they look like an angel-) i just thought the idea was cool 🥺
I’m so so sorry this took so long🤠 I should get back to posting regularly soon
This is such a good idea thank you :)
I’m a Greek mythology nerd so this is great 😌
Summary: yuppp snow owl harpy reader and techno pog
Y/n hated the summer. It was far too hot, they definitely didn’t enjoy having sweat run off their feathers, it smelt awful and took forever to clean. That’s why they were currently laying face first in the snow. The cold had always bought them joy as a child, they had many fond memories from it, such as flying a couple metres from the ground and then landing very gracefully in a snow pile.
It was getting well into spring and they had decided that it was about time to take a well-deserved trip to see Technoblade. Honestly, it was a god send that he chose to live in the tundra. It was the perfect excuse to just go take a nice nap in the snow.
They sat up slowly and shook off the remaining snow from their wings and set off in a quest to the enigmas house.
The cold had numbed their body - making them feel more alive than they had in weeks. It’s strange how it works really isn’t it? They picked up their sword and plodded onwards, you never knew what you would come across in this land, they had learnt that the hard way.
Technos house wasn’t too far away now, the billowing of smoke kinda giving away his secluded home. So much for living discreetly. Y/n strutted on with determination, as much as they loved the cold - they did want to be able to feel their wings again.
They gave three quick raps to the large spruce door, they would normally knock with more of a chipper tune - but the last time they had done that, Techno had questioned whether they were drunk, apparently there was no other reasonable explanation for ‘playing his door like a marimba’.
He pulled open the door, greeting them with a breeze of warm air.
“Hi tech!” They chirupped.
He wasn’t really one for enthusiasm.
Y/n skipped past him in a beeline for a spot in front of the fireplace, their wings had practically turned to blocks of ice at this point.
“I thought you were supposed to be like Elsa or something?” He said with a bemused expression.
“Dude I wish- she’s so hot.”
A puddle was starting to form at their feet so Techno hurried off to get a towel, they took it from his hands with a thanks. Slowly, they got to work drying their feathers, it was a boring job but it was worth it - it was the worst feeling having soggy wings, closely followed by having soggy sandwiches.
“Here,” Techno said, taking the towel from them, “I was falling asleep just watching.”
He gently dried their wings and got to the tedious job of pruning them. He straightened every feather - trying to not rip them out, he had learnt to be extra careful through experience. He shuddered at the memory.
“Thanks Tech! What would I do without you?” 🙂👍
“Nope, you’d be dead.” He interrupted, “Without a doubt”
With a sudden wave of exhaustion, y/n slumped onto the sofa, dragging Techno down with them, quickly being pulled into a side hug. He claimed he didn’t like affection, but they knew better; he was a big softy at heart. They wrapped an ivory wing around his back and closed their eyes. They loved domestic visits like this.
