you’re not a monster
request: n/a pairing: technoblade x reader genre: fluff word count: 471 warnings: n/a pronouns: gender neutral summary: “i’m a monster” “no, you’re not.” - - - - - - - - - - “i’m a monster.”
techno’s former silence had been disrupted by his words, eyes set on the ceiling. you glanced over at him from where you sat. it was a rhetorical comment, not meant to have a response. the words were spoken like a fact rather than an opinion, not to be disputed or argued against.
his pink hair was down and against the bed, his roots were a darker pink in contrast to his light pink hair. a frown tugged at your lips, he hadn’t been keeping up with his hair, a bad sign. you stood, slowly walking to the couch. instead of continuing to sit on the bed, you sat beside techno, staring up at the ceiling with him. “no, you’re not.” your voice was soft, to fit the atmosphere of the room.
“the voices say otherwise.” his words were slow, a deep frown matching his sad words. “the voices are too hard on you techno.” a sigh left after your words, though it came from techno rather than you.
he kept his eyes on the ceiling while uttering a phrase that broke your heart, “but what if they’re right?” it wasn’t the first time he’d said this, though usually it didn’t have as much of a sad tone to it. techno sounded like a broken kid, someone who’d neglected his own feelings for too long, focused too much on his own walls and defense rather than who he was, or how he was.
you turned your attention from the ceiling to techno, looking slightly upward at him. his gaze moved down to meet your’s as you looked at him. “the voices are wrong techno, you are so much more than what they tell you. you’re not a failure, you’re not a blood machine.” you leaned your head forward, forehead against his shoulder, “ the wars you fought don’t define you.”
techno was silent for a moment before you were pulled into a hug, head against his chest. “thank you.” he muttered, of course your words didn’t suddenly ‘fix’ him, no that was impossible. but your words made his heart swell, it comforted him in the slightest way.
“of course.” you hummed, calmly combing your hands through his hair, arms looping under his arms in order to do so. he was silent for a little more, content with you running your hands through his hair. to others, maybe he was a monster, a bloodthirsty piglin who had nothing but war on his mind, but to you, he was the fighter. always fighting but never the fought for.
soon enough his weight leaned into you more, having fallen asleep. his body was slightly curled over your’s, in a protective way. and while it was a bit uncomfortable, you wouldn’t switch what you had with techno for anything else in the world.