requested by anon “Helloo, i was wondering if you'd be up to writing about c!techno and reader being best friends with secret crush on each other and during a some mission it gets really dangerous. Not sure if they'll walk out alive and squeezed in some tiny space they have this moment of intimacy and honest conversation about their feelings? :)”
summary you and technoblade find each other while fighting a raid off of a familiar village. after techno takes an axe to the arm, you rush to help him, and the buffer in the midst of chaos is enough to allow him to open up to you about his feelings.
warnings swearing, violence, fighting, killing, injury, blood and gore
a/n y’all.. this sat, completely finished, in my drafts for way too long. welcome this fic to the public eye
gif cred belongs to @mineyourowndreams
techno barely felt the arrow plunged into his armor, nor the arrow that followed that. his shield had broken long ago, but the netherite encasing his body did well in its place.
when he heard the raid bell sound, he had gotten himself prepared immediately before heading toward the village. he was taking down pairs of pillagers at a time with his axe and sword, double wielding as he had many times before. he took down one that wielded a crossbow before he heard the voice calling to him.
“technoblade!”
he turned to see a pillager coming down on him with an axe, and just barely managed to block it from pounding into his chest plate with his own axe, knocking the pillager down before delivering the final blow. he turned to see where the former warning voice had come from, and did a double take when he saw you fighting off a hoard of your own. he quickly ran his way over to help you.
“what the hell are you doing here?” he yelled over the sounds of fighting, working his way through the mob that surrounded you and a few fighting villagers.
“i have too many friends here to watch it be destroyed!” you grunted, pushing back a parade of arrows with your shield before swinging with your powerful axe in retaliation. as focused as technoblade was on winning the fight, he couldn’t help but note how beautiful you were in that moment. when you had a brief moment, you turned your determined eyes to him. “what’s your reason?”
he quickly shielded a villager next to him from an oncoming arrow before swinging back with his sword, feeling the butt of it hit against a hard skull and knocking the victim to the ground. he looked up at you with an equally serious expression. then he just shrugged, and you would’ve laughed had it not been for the next pillager charging toward you.
techno watched, almost in a trance, as you easily fought one off with a kick to the ground, wheeling around and knocking another with the blunt of your sword. most enrapturing of all was when you easily swiped one’s head off with a strong swing of your axe, a hefty flow of blood causing many other pillagers to back away while you simply basked in the spray, waiting for the next challenger.
she’s beautiful, the voices seemed to scream.
techno was so distracted by the way you simply turned your axe over in your hand and continued to fight with everything you had, that he didn’t notice the pillager creeping up behind him until it was too late. he was knocked in the back of the head, but quickly embraced the hit before he turned to his attacker. but techno was ready to block or swing a little too late, and the pillager’s axe lodged itself into the meat of his bicep. he let out a loud grunt of pain as a flush of white hot pain ran through his arm. he swung with his good arm to stab his attacker as he heard you call out his name.
“go with him!” one of the villagers at your side called. “take him into a house and block it off; we’ll be okay!”
that was all you needed to hear. you nodded in thanks before running over to the hybrid who had fallen to his knees and tugged at his good arm. “c’mon!” techno lifted himself to the best of his ability and you guided him toward a nearby house, sitting him on he small bed as you used other furniture in the room to block the door. he groaned, placing his hand on the handle of the axe, ready to rip it out.
“don’t!” you exclaimed, quickly rushing over to place your hands atop of his. “it’s preventing from bleeding out right now, wait until i can get some things.”
he let out a heavy sigh, removing his hands from the handle and you gave him a sad smile before beginning to trifle through the chests in the small house.
“you shouldn’t have come,” you spoke, your heart panging with guilt as you watched techno attempt to swallow his pain.
“i wasn’t jus’ gonna let this place burn,” he muttered, watching as you picked out a couple of materials.
“well, why not? i thought you didn’t have loyalties to people other than phil.”
“and you,” he added, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the cabin wall. he could still hear the fighting outside. “and i think im starting to be okay with that ranboo kid.. but i like this place.”
you finally sat next to him, placing down the things you had gathered. “why?”
“‘cause this is where we always meet.”
you paused your actions as you mulled over his genuine words. your heart skipped a beat as you thought. he was right; whenever you two decided to adventure together or simply hang out, you used this village as the half way point between your homes.
you began to resume your actions when he spoke again, “i dunno why, but i thought you would leave with it.”
your cheeks began to heat up at his sappy words, and you offered a quiet, “i think you’re concussed.”
“i didn’t get hit that hard.”
you ignored his words as you began to unwrap the roll of bandages you had found. “do you think you can pull it out or do you want me to?”
“i can do it,” he muttered, words slightly slurred from pain. he was sure a muscle had been torn, sparking a sudden wave of exhaustion within him as his entire body tingled with numbing pain. you were definitely smart for keeping the axe in.
you gave him a look as you began to wrap the bandage just below the wound. “can you?”
he let out a grumble before ceding, “maybe you should do it.”
you nodded, “thought so.” you held the bandage wrap in one hand and took the axe handle in the other. you looked at techno to warn him, only to see his eyes beginning to droop. you tapped his cheek with your finger, and his vermillion eyes turned to you instead. you placed your hand on his cheek. “hey, hey. it know it hurts, but i need you awake. i can’t do much for you if you’re asleep, okay?”
“whatever you say, pretty lady.”
you felt a blush creep up your neck but just sighed, “yep.”
“yep what?”
“you’re concussed.” before techno could say anything else, you yanked the axe out of his muscle, quickly dropping it to the ground as he let out a shout of pure pain. you got to work with swiftly and tightly wrapping his arm in bandages until you ran out of the roll.
after securing the bandage, you spoke gently, “good?”
“amazing,” he grunted, placing a hand on the tight wrap. he was surprised the blood wasn’t already seeping through it, but credited that to your quick work. “i didn’t know you doubled as a nurse.”
“well,” you hummed, offering him a healing potion, “you do enough dangerous stuff, you figure it out.” he frowned as he took the potion from you before gulping it down. “by the way, i might have to stitch that up when we get back to one of our houses. but i don’t have the materials here, so you’re safe for now.”
“figured,” he sighed, cringing at the bitter taste of the potion and you gathered your thoughts.
“im not leaving, by the way.”
his eyes turned to you, still tired, but stronger. “i know. it was a stupid thought.”
“no,” you said, shaking your head, “it wasn’t. it was sweet.” he raised his eyebrows in the slightest and you continued, “it shows you care about me.”
“‘course i do,” techno attempted to shrug nonchalantly, the faintest of blush creeping up onto his pale cheeks. “who else would offer to stitch me up after i got distracted staring at them and got whacked by an axe?”
you just shook your head, standing up to look for another roll of bandages to take with you. “i know you say my focused face is funny, but in the midst of battle, tech-“
“that wasn’t why i was staring,” he spoke, shaking his head. you tucked the bandage roll in an empty bag, along with another healing potion before looking up at him.
“did i have something on my face?” you persisted with a chuckle, moving to see if you could snatch anything else from the small house before you went back into the dying battle.
“no,” he said softly, watching your tactical eyes scan the room before lifting to meet his own. “you just looked beautiful.”
you offered him a flattered smile, and he took pride in the way your cheeks flushed. “you’re concu-”
“don’t believe me?” he questioned, eyeing the way you seemed to brush off his comment to keep moving about.
you hummed sheepishly, opening another chest to see what laid inside. “can you blame me? i’m in netherite armor and, uh..” you looked to the red specks that littered your exposed skin. “covered in blood.”
he just shrugged, still gazing at you in a way that made your heart actually jump. “doesn’t matter to me.” you shook your head at him amusedly and he raised his eyebrows at you. “i’m the fuckin’ blood god.”
you laughed. “right. almost forgot.” you continued to silently rustle through the chest despite your now racing heart, now too aware of his sharp eyes following your movements.
“i mean it, though,” he offered, shifting his body as best as he could to allow himself a bit more comfort. “you’re beautiful. i’ve known it since the day we met.”
“i was also covered in blood the day we met,” you hummed, standing after bagging another potion. you finally looked to techno, giving him an amused look. “so maybe you just really like blood.”
“i do,” he admitted with a shrug. “but you’re beautiful without it, too. i’ve been around you enough to know that.”
you nodded, finally settling down on the table across from where he was propped. “you are around me a lot,” you spoke, your mind still working through the honesty of his words. techno just looked at you as you jokingly offered, “maybe it’s stockholm syndrome.”
“maybe,” he agreed with a breadth of a chuckle as you wiped at some blood on your chin with a smile. he persisted, “or maybe i just really like you.”
your eyebrows raised in the slightest, your smile unwavering. “really?”
“really,” he spoke without hesitance. “i wasn’t whacked hard enough in the head to lie to you.” his pain-filled mind only barely processed his confession; he was still tired and aching, but he knew enough of his surroundings to acknowledge that you remained the most prominent thing in his mind, even when the voices were dulled by his pain. they did mutter when he saw you press a gentle hand to your heated cheek.
“that head comment is debatable,” you sighed, dropping your hand from your face. he rolled his eyes. “but.. i really like you, too.”
“really?” he questioned, almost with a mocking tone as his heart swelled in his chest.
you gave him a look, but still spoke, “really. which is crazy of me, considering you almost die every time i look away.”
despite the happiness that still lifted his heart, he gave you a deadpan look in return. “technoblade never dies, y/n.” you just rolled your eyes, though your smile never left your lips.
“keep thinking like that, and you’ll never see it coming,” you warned, taking a moment to scan your eyes over the wound you had wrapped only minutes ago.
techno gave you a skeptical look. “was that a threat?”
you let out a laugh, pressing your hand to the bandage on his arm, feeling the warmth radiating off of the cut. “no, it was definitely a promise.” you gazed up into his amused eyes, giggling again as he admired your amusement. his eyes began to feel heavy as your eyes began to look at his unscathed armor instead. when your gaze flickered back up to see his eyes fluttered closed, you immediately tapped at his cheek, “none of that. i need to properly concussion test you before you can doze off, tech.”
“right, right,” he huffed, opening his eyes again with great effort. “pretty lady telling me what to do. gotta stay awake.”
you rolled your eyes once again. “you’re just gonna keep complimenting me until we get the all clear?”
he shrugged. “yeah.” you let out a laugh, bringing up a hand to rest of his cheek. “keeps me amused.”
“i’m sure,” you hummed, moving your hand down to his good shoulder. he looked into your inquisitive eyes for a moment before watching as you leaned forward and pressed your warm lips to his own. his eyes closed again, but this time with joy and pleasure rather than exhaustion.
of course, he couldn't predict it word for word, the sudden absurdity of utah suddenly becoming relevant was a slight backlash, but deep down he felt it coming.
if he had to describe the feeling, it was as if he was slowly watching wilbur pack a suitcase. full of clothes and other necessities. slowly, he's watching wilbur do his preperations to leave, and then he does.
the last few months in pogtopia evoked a similar feeling. it felt slightly more grim, maybe. but the same feeling nontheless. wilburs leaving and theres nothing he can do about it.
he can't come along, he cant wretch the suitcase out of wilburs hands. he can only stand and watch it happen all over again, the sinking fear in his heart that this was the last time he'd ever lay eye on wilbur soot.
he felt it coming, the feeling was the same. the execution was not.
last time, he could only watch from a distance, scream a name he knows wont hear him.
last time he stood in front of what was left of wilbur, his face as blank as a paper, not a single shed tear making it's way through.
this time, he was right next to him. he watched him leave, he got to hear his explanation. to read his book, and to feel loved for the first time in years.
he thought maybe this, this sense of what must be closure, would make the feeling go away.
Warnings: mention of nsfw? Unhealthy relationships
I’m so fucking into non-sexual submissive behaviors. Like holy shit. And the praise that follows. I’m not talking ab that smut praise of “you’re taking me so well”.
I can’t stop thinking ab a situationship with c!quackity . (maybe I’ll write a series after this idea.)
My last post was about Y/N and Dream in Pandora’s vault. And Quackity is torturing Y/N as a thing to get Dream to do what he wants (I KNOW there’s a word for that but I cannot find it in my vocabulary)
But I was also thinking, what if C!Quackity made a deal with Dream or something? I haven’t really built up that idea yet. But basically it means Y/N is allowed out of Pandora’s Vault to work for Quackity under strict rules and watch. But Quackity ends up having this very unhealthy love interest in Y/N. Because there is a very intense power dynamic thing goin on right? So Y/N kinda has to put up with it. It’s controlling and horrible but holy shit do I wanna write about that.
Y/N being slammed into a wall by an emotional mess of a Quackity as he yells at them. On and on about how “YOU CAN’T LEAVE”
“Everyone out there hates you! They KNOW you worked with Dream. I’m the only one who doesn’t have it out for you like that. So stay in your fucking place and be grateful.”
And we’re totally off topic from the “praise” starter.
Quackity calling over Y/N to sit next to him while he does paperwork or something. Maybe bringing him a water or a snack. And you’re met with a smile. I know it’s toxic as hell to have a mindset of “if I’m submissive I’ll earn his love” but BEING SUBMISSIVE AND IN TURN, BEING SHOWN ACTS OF LOVE IS JUST AIGHHSHHS.
i would like to request a techno x reader where the reader doesn't really want kids but techno does, idk, it's been stuck in my head for a while and as one who doesn't want kids, i wanna see how you write this one :D
love ur works vv much and male sure to take care of yourself!!
i wrote this a drabble- i hope you don’t mind! just figured it was easier since i will forever picture techno as a guy who would drop kick a child without hesitation /j
thank you for the support <3 have a great day !!
~ fem!anatomy implied
“listen, i know you don’t want babies, but-”
“no buts,” you hushed him. “so much could go wrong. plus, you’re not exactly without enemies, mister ‘blood for the blood god’.”
“it’ll always be your choice, darlin’. i’d never push you. just know, i would protect it with my life. i would never let anything happen to the two of you,” he defended.
“this sounds an awful like convincing me to push a turkey sized creature out of me,” you raised your eyebrow at him.
“adoption is an option!”
“we’re not really in the business for babies, tech. we’re constantly moving,” you hoped he’d drop it soon enough.
“is it me?” he asked softly.
your heart panged with guilt for a second, fear that you had caused him to feel insecure. you strode to him, cupping his jaw with your hands.
“it’s never you. i love you, technoblade. i just- i don’t think kids are for me,” you smiled, trying to lift his spirits.
“i love you too. plus, a baby would kind of ruin my reputation as an orphan obliterater,” he chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace.
“you’re not upset with me?” you muttered meekly, afraid of the answer.
“of course not- are you kidding me? it’s your body, darlin’. anyhow, we can always get another dog.”
his cloak muffled your laughs as you nestled into his chest. you were his first priority. forever and always.
➳ wc; 0,5K
➳ tw; toxic behavior, possesive/protective schlatt
➳ summary; sorta fluffy, kinda angsty, protective c!schlatt brainrot.
➳ pronouns; she/her
➳ song reccomendation; love taste- moe shop
(art by @/bottledblu on twitter)
“you look beautiful today, my darling” schlatt says while he loosens his tie. when he compliments you like that, it always makes your heart flutter.
you’re glad he’s in a good mood, since you where planning on asking him someting. you finally gather up the courage and sit down on his office desk, while he’s sitting in his chair, going through some paperwork. his office has a beautiful big glass window, through which you can look out over all of l’manberg. you look outside longingly, seeing fundy niki and tubbo run around, along the prime path. you knew it was dangerous for you to go out, being the president’s partner definitely made your head a target for the opposition. but you hadn’t felt the feeling of grass tickling your bare feet, or breathing in the fresh smell that floated from the flower fields, in so long.
“schlatt?” your partner looks up from the stack of papers he’s digging through.
“yes princess?” he says while he takes a sip from the glass of scotch that’s he’s been loosely holding in his off hand.
“do you think,” you hesitate for a second, before seeing his raised eyebrows, and continuing your sentence.
“do you think I could go outside today? just for a second, it’s just, it’s such a beautiful day, and I thought I could just quickly stop by niki’s bakery and-”
he stops you by placing a hand on your waist, you’re still sitting on his desk, but he tugs you closer to him, sitting you down on his lap. you can already tell, from his expression, what his answer is gonna be, and this makes you sad, but the familiar feeling of his warm hands on your waist, melts away some of the sadness.
“princess, you know it’s not safe for you out there, on your own. you never know where technoblade and wilbur might me lurking. they could strike at any minute, taking away what I love most, you.”
his sweet words make you forget some of your sorrow, but you can’t help but try again, maybe he just needs some convincing.
“I know that, it’s just, I haven’t seen my friends in so long, I really miss them.”
something in his expression changes. he let’s his eyes drift off to the window, looking outside and seeing the people who, in his eyes, are threatening to take you away from him.
“those people? they’re nothing, baby. they’re not worth it, they’re not worth risking your life. if they really cared about you they’d understand that it’s too dangerous for you to go out there. they don’t care about you like I do. they don’t love you like I do.”
he sees your saddened expression and lifts one of his hands up to your face, slightly caressing your cheek. you lean into his touch, closing your eyes while soaking up his love for you. he looks at you with the most tender expression. how could he ever let you go? how could he ever risk losing you?
he brings his face closer to you, leaving a kiss as soft and light as a feather on your lips.
Wilbur picks up a 6-year-old Fundy protectively, placing him on his back so he cannot see his mother stood in front of the two.
“Take ‘her’ name out of your filthy mouth. You’re not mourning shit, Sally. He is right in front of you. He is my son, and he will be whoever he wants to be. We’re done.”
Wilbur shifts Fundy to sit on his hip and gently shifts his orange bangs out of his face to place a kiss on his forehead. Fundy smiles sleepily and lets Wilbur carry him off while he stares at his mother leap into the ocean without looking back.
