How did God!Techno know who we were? Did he have a claim on our soul or something that he followed? Scent of it? For the Drabble thing let’s get some of this going! Help you get your writing gear back!
God!Techno x reader
Warnings: 18+
God!Techno knew who you were because Gods can recognise other Gods or in your case Goddess. Techno was chasing the men your parents had sent to earth to find you, out of his empire. That’s when he found you.
He instantly knew what you were but he was rather confused as to why you were living on earth and pretending to be a shy peasant lady living alone in a small cottage in the forest.
The jig was up and after Techno had confronted you about being a Goddess, you confided in him, telling him that your parents had arranged a marriage you didn’t want. He saw the solemn look in your eyes and made it his duty to never see in again.
The God of Coming Storms, having finished his tenure on Dream, has a warning- of a sorts- for the God of Blood.
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Technoblade is not used to waking up where he did not lay his head to sleep.
Not anymore, anyway.
Yet he definitely did not lay down under an apple tree. First of all, this apple tree is growing green apples, which he has never seen before. They seem to be ripening to gold, which is also something he has never seen before.
"There you are."
He knows the voice.
"Wasn't sure it would work. Fuck me. You learn something new every day."
Technoblade sits up. "Schlatt?"
"Was that the name?" The goatman standing in the rutted path between the apple trees says. He's wearing farming work clothes, and a bushel-basket half full of golden apples is set by his booted feet. There's a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. The hair is longer, but the horns are the same. The beard's new, though.
"Yeah," the goatman continues, "I guess it was. Jebediah Schlatt. I like that one. Maybe I'll get it again."
Technoblade looks carefully at Schlatt- or- or...
"There it is," the God of Coming Storms says, his eyes shining blind and gold like the horns on his head, which are shifting and branching into terrifying euclidean forms and crumbling apart only to grow again. Technoblade slowly stands up, blood dripping from his mantle.
"How long?" He demands.
The God of Coming Storms says, "the whole time. That's how it works." He gestures at the tree Technoblade has woken up under, at the trees all around them. "Welcome to my orchard, Blood God. Don't touch my stuff."
"They're not apples, are they?" Technoblade asks. "They're worlds. Servers."
"Or spots on servers," the God of Coming Storms agrees. "It's not the apples, really, it's the trees. One tree could have a single apple or thousands, all places that need change. I herald that change. Good, bad- mostly bad, I think, for Dream."
"Did you know about Wilbur?" Technoblade asks. He goes to draw his sword.
He can't.
He physically can't. His arm won't obey him.
The God of Coming Storms says, "Sorry, Techno. Killing me ends badly for you. Not the kind of badly you want. And no, I didn't know about Wilbur. I mean we gotta talk about him, that's why you're here, but the whole Unfinished blah blah blah? No idea."
The God of Coming Storms picks up his bushel basket and taps the ash off his cigarette. "Walk with me, Techno. Wilbur's body's still under the rubble."
Technoblade carefully makes his way to the center of the rutted track and begins following the God formerly known as Schlatt, who seems to wander from tree to tree without much thought. "I know."
"His ghost is, too."
Technoblade blinks. "Gods don't leave ghosts."
"They don't," the Schlatt who isn't says. "unless they've been touched by a dreamon."
".......bruh."
Schlatt shrugs. "If that little shit gets his hands on that ghost, you're going to have a problem. Worse, if he gets his hands on my ghost."
"You left a ghost?"
"I was mortal at the time," Schlatt says. "That's how it goes. Eat the apple, become a mortal."
"Bruh."
"It's a failsafe. Hard to kill the god who's come to kickstart your server apocalypse when he's just some guy. I've died plenty but I've never left a ghost before. First time for everything. Like getting you here."
Schlatt examines an apple on a nearby tree and gives it a tug. It comes free and he examines it like a jewler would a gem, looking for faults.
He tucks it into his bushel basket and looks at Technoblade. "Kill the ghosts, Technoblade. Or Dream gets what he wants, and the next time I eat an apple from his tree, it gets real nasty for everyone."
"That's it? You drag me to an otherworldly realm to give me another order?"
"Another- oh, yeah. Tubbo. Hm. Poor kid. Hope he learned his lesson. Alright, get out of here. I have work to do."
The God of Coming Storms gestures, and Technoblade feels a rush of wind or water or force, and the last thing he sees before he falls back into darkness is Schlatt contemplating and then biting into a perfect golden apple.
You were very content with your life in this tiny village. Business was at its peak, and you were well known amongst the people. You had your regulars that came in daily, and you even had found an apprentice to help you out around the shop. Niki, was a great apprentice, learning how to bake and tend to the bakery on her own. The eagerness in her actions made you confident that she would be just fine taking care of the place in your stead, when you needed a break once in a while.
One early morning, when the world was still dark, you walked the cobblestone streets to your bakery. The warm glow of the over hanging lanterns washed over your form. There was a cold nip to the air as you walked. Letting your eyes wander, your eyes spot the decorations overhead. Festival decorations, for a festival made in celebration of the era of peace among your lands, and for the blood god.
Today was Niki’s first day alone in the bakery. Your job today was to set up a booth and run it for the festival. You had the perfect spot to entice travelers from across the world to eat your delicious baked goods. Town square was the perfect place, but you… had scored the place closest to the entrance of the town square to set up your booth. The area that had gotten the most foot traffic in festivals. You were excited for what could come of this. Your bakery could very well thrive off this one day alone!
The bakery before you was already lit up. You smirked knowing that your apprentice had beaten you to the punch. You twisted the doorknob and walked in whistling a familiar tune, signifying to Niki that you weren’t some stranger just walking in.
“Morning boss!” Niki leaned out from behind the doorway of the kitchen as she said it. “You’re looking really handsome today!” Her eyes sparkled and you smirked. The garb you had chosen for the festival cost you a pretty penny, but it was worth it.
“Well, a man has gotta look his best for his business don’t you think?” You ran your fingers through your hair, before putting your chef’s hat on. “How many goods have you made so far this morning my dear?”
The beginning of the morning went by smoothly. You had set up your booth while Niki had made quadruple the amount of baked goods that you normally made on a regular day. Festivals were good for business and you didn’t want to keep the people waiting. Now… You wished the middle of the day went just as smooth.
More foot traffic meant more problems… Thieves taking from your stock, people touching everything they didn’t intend to buy, people who weren’t satisfied being rude, and so much more. You had your hands full with everything. By the end of the festival when lanterns were sent into the sky to celebrate the blood god keeping peace across the land, you were out of breath. Your booth had seen it’s last customer of the day, and your head was still reeling. But that didn’t stop you from lighting your own lantern. You let it go as you still stood next to your booth, unaware of the fact that eyes lingered over you, as you closed your eyes uttering your thanks to the very blood god who watched you with curious eyes.
His eyes spotted your lantern ascending into the sky, he didn’t make himself known to you, He scanned over you once more before he followed the lantern’s light, awaiting the moment that it would come down. When it did, he looked at your handiwork adorning the material. Drawings and script told a story of your gratitude, that, without the peace that he had given, you would be a broken man with no passion in life. This peace gave you enough to stand on so you could pave your way into a successful business.
A slight smile pulled at his lips, a mortal had piqued his interest, there was definitely more he wanted to know about you. He would rest now and make himself known to you later. He held onto your lantern, keeping it for himself.
Days passed, and you struggled with the volume of customers who had come in. So each day you adjusted your inventory, to keep up with your customers. There were times when you could breath in between bursts of people. You could cry at the success from the booth just days before.
On one of your breaks, you sat down on a stool to help ease the discomfort in your back. You had been on your feet the entire day and you needed this break. You reveled in the silence and peace, you closed your eyes, letting out a little sigh. When the door opened, and you heard the bell sound off, signifying a customer, you gave off a small, tired grunt.
“Welcome to my bakery, how may I help you-” When you opened your eyes all the air left your lungs, and you couldn’t say any more. In front of you, stood a very tall man, with long pink hair, a golden crown that reminded you more of a circlet gilded his head. His ears were pointed and downturned, making it obvious he wasn’t human. His eyes rivalled the gold that sat atop his head. Deep purple to black armor hugged his body and a royal red cloak spilled from around his shoulders.
His eyes studied your face, and you felt a blush redden your cheeks. He moved around your bakery in the most graceful way you had ever seen anyone move and you fought to regain your composure.
“Make yourself at home, take a look around and if you need anything you can just ask.” You bowed your head to offer your respect to him. When his eyes searched over you once more you cleared your throat. Was this guy a soldier? A commander? His aura was one that suggested he was a man of power. Even so, this guy didn’t know what to get… His eyes wandered around looking at all the pastries and other baked goods, it was obvious he was having trouble deciding on what to get.
“Would you like a sample?” You offered, you almost shrunk at the man’s gaze, but you didn’t let yourself falter you held out a cupcake for him to take, and when he took it, you felt your heartbeat in your ears. When he hesitantly took a bite, you visibly relaxed when he gave you a smile, crumbs falling from his lip.
“I’ll take some more of these.” His deep voice shook you to your very core. Strangely, as much as this guy was intimidating… He was alluring, and you packaged up more cupcakes for him, giving him an extra one, because he was a first-time customer. Or… At least you told yourself that.
“Thank you very much! Here is your order and should you come back you will be welcomed with open arms!” You told him your name as he held his hand out with his payment. When he dropped it into your hand your eyes widened and in the palm of your hand were three gold pieces. Your heart dropped and when you looked back up, he was gone. You charged mere copper for your goods, not gold??? You were dumbfounded.
Months had passed, and the mysterious stranger came in each and every day. Ordering and trying new things from you. He had become a constant in your life, and you found yourself growing closer to him. You found out his name was Techno, and he was a war hero. You could tell he was leaving bits and pieces from you, but you figured if he wanted you to know he would tell you.
One night you locked up your bakery, and you were just about to head home. Your steps echoing off the cobblestone path once more. You looked up to see Techno, knelt down in front of someone, holding out a loaf of bread out to a straggler down on his luck. You had sold Techno that bread earlier. You couldn’t help but feel the smile tug on your lips. Techno stood tall after the straggler thanked him profusely, his eyes finding yours. You felt your heartbeat faster, as he towered over you.
“You have brought beauty into this world and it’s a crime not to share it.” Techno cocked his head at you, his hand resting on your cheek. “I would like to see more of the beauty you create.” He drops his hand from your face, holding it out for you to take.
You sigh happily, intertwining your fingers with his, happy to follow him wherever he would lead you. He led you to a place where you could see every star, away from the village. Foliage surrounded you and it was a nice change of pace rather than the buildings around you.
Techno looked at you, as you marveled at the scenery before you. He basked in your presence; you were such a breath of fresh air opposed to every other mortal around. He watched you make your way to a nearby stream, kneeling letting the cool water flow through your fingers. Techno summoned forth your lantern. When you stood and faced him again, you were shocked at the lantern in his hands.
“How did you get that?” You felt heat rise up to your cheeks.
“It tells a beautiful story.” He ignored your question, “Of a man, who was cast out based on his preferences… Going on a hard-earned journey to make a bakery. Determined to be successful, while hiding who you truly are, is… Tragic.” Techno cupped your cheek, his eyes boring into yours. “I do not wish to take credit for your hard work because I slaughter those who wish to upset the peace.”
Your eyes widened; the blood god was real… And he was standing before you, gazing at you with a fond expression. This beautiful man before you stroked your cheek with his thumb, and you felt your tears coming forth. You were scared, scared to tell Niki of your preferences, in fear she would abandon you. If any of your patrons knew, your business would be ruined…
“This world is filled with cruelty.” His words caused shivers to go up your spine. “I… want to shield you from that cruelty.” He leaned closer and closer to you, his lips just barely grazing yours. “If you’ll have me.” He barely whispered, but you heard him loud and clear. You threw your arms around his shoulders, standing on your tip toes to push your lips against his. That was when your tears spilled forth.
The two of you, melted into each other, the moon above shone down on you. Before too long this towering blood god cradled you in his arms, your head resting on his chest plate. You thought you were content with your life before… What you had before couldn’t compare to what you had now. Technoblade the Blood God had fallen for a mortal, and no one could take you away from him.
Ranboo walked up the pantheon steps, listening as his boots clicked against each marble platform as he made his way up. He was here to see a god. Here to ask for a gift- well not really a gift, he had been told by a wood spirit named Puffy that this god could help him… Help him get back his memories. Ranboo had been cursed to lose his memories for years now, and it was getting worse, which is why he was on this quest.
Once he reached the top of the stairway the massive fifty feet tall golden doors opened, but no one was on the other side. Ranboo didn't question it however, gods were strange and it was better not to waste their time. He walked past the huge doors, only looking back when they closed behind him.
Light finally filtered in from the roof to light up the room and reveal two figures in the back. One was about as tall as the golden doors behind Ranboo, they wore only a simple toga that did little to conceal them, they had two sets of arms and two sets of massive white wings, their skin practically glowed with small freckles littering across their body like stars- but their face was different, you could hardly see their face as a cloth wrapped around their eyes with two bloody spots leaking something red where their eyes would be… but Ranboo knew they could see him, he knew because around their head was two halos making an X, and all across both were rows of hundreds of green eyes. The dirty blonde god was draped across a large marble throne, and on the arm on the chair next to their large hand was another person. The second person looked like a mortal version of the god, longish dirty blonde hair, slightly tan skin covered in freckles, but what was different was they had no halos, and their eyes were still in their head- two emerald orbs embedded in skin, and under that was a mouth that was tightly sewn shut with golden with. It looked painful.
"Mortal" The god purred out, their voice booming around the room and making Ranboo fall to his knees. "What brings you to my abode?" They lazily waved their hand around, motioning to the entire pantheon; and showing off his golden bracelets.
Ranboo gulped and took a few deep breaths to calm himself before he spoke. "Dre- DreamXD-" He winced at how pathetic he sounded. "I- I have come to as- ask for a favor."
The god laughed, "A favor? Now why would I do anything for a pathetic mortal?"
"Please, Puf- Puffy sent me, she sa- said you could help." Ranboo looked up from the floor as he spoke and noticed how the mortal's eyes seemed to widen.
"Oh Puffy? Well I it's for her then I'll be happy to help-" Ranboo smiled as the god said this, excited to finally have his curse lifted- "BUT, you have to do something for me first."
"Ye- yes! Anything- I'll do anything!" Ranboo quickly answered, ignoring the way the other mortal in the room frantically shook his head. He doesn't know what Ranboo's been through.
"Good." The god smirked down at him, sitting up straighter as they prepared to make the deal. "You see, there is a creature of mine I used to keep here in the pantheon, just to toy with sometimes or watch it suffer- I'd even kill it just to watch it cry at revival." Ranboo winced in sympathy for whatever creature that had been, knowing that must have been a horrible life… "It got away though, kidnapped by the god of chaos. I need you to kill him and bring me back my pet~" After he spoke the other mortal in the room started doing sign language, trying to tell Ranboo something but he didn't understand.
"Bu- but I thought you were the god of cha-" Ranboo's question was cut off as the god burst into a loud cackle, sending a shiver down his spine.
"No, foolish little one, I'm the god of…." They started to muse, "Something else-" then slammed their hand over the mortal doppleganger, hiding whatever he'd been trying to sign to Ranboo. "Now, they have a garden, hidden off in the middle of the Midland tundras. That's where you'll find them."
"Bu- but how do I- I get there?" Ranboo asked, knowing it was a far way to tundras- honestly he wasn't even sure if he was in Midland, for all he knew he could be in the Primelands right now.
"Like this-" The god waved a hand and when Ranboo blinked he was now suddenly somewhere very cold and covered in snow.
"Oh, I'm here." He checked over his gear to make sure he still had everything before pulling a large coat out of his bag. This should keep him warm until he finds the garden.
Ranboo trekked through the snow for the rest of the day. Stopping only at night to set up camp in a cave, where he made a fire to stay warm as he slept. When the morning came he repacked his things and went back to walking through the snow. He only stopped once that entire day to eat some fish for lunch, and kept going extremely tired as he came across a cliff that somehow had vines growing on the side.
"This must be it…" The mortal said to himself as he approached the mysterious vines. Normally plants like this would die in a place so cold, so as he pulled the curtain aside he wasn't surprised to see a luscious garden filled with greenery and plants of all types.
In the center of the garden was a large rock, and atop it was a small satyr. His hair was a dark brown with bangs covering his eyes, his horns were small nubs and not even fully grown in yet, he wore a simple toga that covered most of his body apart from his goat legs. Next to the satyr was a minotaur whom they were talking with. The minotaur looked young like the satyr with smaller horns then what an older cow would have, he had blond fur covering his body and wore fabric from his waist down, reminding Ranboo of a skirt.
Ranboo quickly noticed how loud and unafraid the minotaur was… that must be him- he thought- that must be the god of chaos, and the satyr then has to be the person I'm saving for DreamXD. He walked closer and unsheathed his dark netherite sword, used to how it appeared as only a shadow due to how it was enchanted. The minotaur noticed him immediately and stopped his conversation with the bored looking satyr.
"I'm here to kill the god of chaos." Ranboo explained and raised his sword, his legs parting as he got into a fighting stance.
"Good luck with that bitch." The minotaur responded, before pulling out two staffs and lunging at Ranboo. The mortal quickly dodged and spun around, bringing his sword down on the minotaur. The half bull was quick to raise one staff to block the incoming blade before using the other to hit Ranboo in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him as the satyr clapped in the background.
The fight continued on, like a fast paced dance where both were equal matches. Hitting, blocking, dodging, all happening in time as if it were all choreographed for their audience of one's approval. Eventually though the minotaur became to tire out, and as their movements slowed Ranboo used that to his advantage- hitting them with his sword and watching as their blood spilled out… he didn't notice how their blood was red instead of gold and didn't care as he lunged his sword forward to finally plunge it's blade into the beast's stomach. Ranboo didn't have time to catch his breath as he was suddenly shoved to the side by the surprisingly strong satyr.
"TOMMY!!!!" They screamed as they fretted over the minotaur, and Ranboo looked down confused. Why would this satyr care about the person keeping them captive? "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" Then it hit Ranboo- literally as the satyr started to grow and backhanded him across the garden until he hit a stone wall.
He didn't kill the god of chaos- he killed their protector.
"HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO DIE-" The satyr yelled as he continued to grow, much larger than DreamXD had been, and Ranboo realized it would be a good idea to hide. "I KNEW SOME FUCKING MORTAL WOULD DO THIS EVENTUALLY-" Ranboo ran as fast as he could in his tired state over to where a small crevice had formed from the cave starting to collapse. "AFTER ALL THE OTHER MORTALS XD SENT- FUCK I'M GONNA KILL HIM!!!" With that last angry shout, Ranboo watched as the giant god stomped out of the cave and through the snow, no doubt on their way to DreamXD's pantheon.
Ranboo winced as for the next few minutes he could still hear their booming footsteps, and even as the sound faded it never went away and no doubt destroyed everything in their path. The mortal rushed out of hiding when he thought it was safe and ran up to the minotaur. "Please still be alive please still be alive please still be alive-" Ranboo muttered to himself as he tried to feel for a pulse.
"He's still alive." Ranboo screamed and spun around as he heard the new voice, and saw a man with blonde hair, a green robe, and massive black wings behind him.
"Yeah, but he can't stop Tubbo like that-" Another more monotone voice came from beside them, and when Ranboo looked there was a taller man who looked almost like a pig with the boar head they wore with a red cloak.
"Who- who are you both?" The mortal asked, while backing up fearfully.
"Oh, I'm Phil the angel of death, and this is Technoblade the god of blood." The first winged man explained.
"Yooooo." The other man greeted.
"Alright, Techno you go hold Tubbo back while I make sure Tommy doesn't actually die." Phil instructed.
"Got it." Was all Technoblade responded before growing to about twenty feet tall, much smaller than DreamXD, and especially smaller than this Tubbo.
"Alright mate, I'm gonna need you to stand back okay?" Phil asked, and Ranboo was happy to comply as he scooted away, leaving plenty of room for the angel to sit on the ground next to Tommy.
Ranboo watched, fascinated, as Phil pulled rosemary out of his pocket and put it around Tommy's middle where he'd been stabbed, then started plucking his own feathers and adding them to the pattern. The angel then bowed his head over the minotaur, and Ranboo listened as he started to whisper a faint prayer- quiet enough that the mortal couldn't make out any of the words. Slowly the feathers and rosemary melted together and spread over Tommy's wound, before it all turned to smoke and began to float away- leaving behind a perfectly healed minotaur who looked like they'd never fought a day of their life.
"Thank you dear…" Phil whispered much louder now, and as those words left his lips Tommy's eyes opened.
"Mm fuck…" Tommy groaned and slowly sat up, while Ranboo went to hide behind Phil, grateful as they lifted a wing to help him. "Where's… wait- Phil? Where's Tubbo!?"
"He's fine mate, but he's probably about to end the world." Phil said it so casually that Ranboo felt like he had whiplash from trying to understand what they said.
"Oh… oh fuck shit- I gotta get out there, thanks Phil!!" Tommy shouted before running out of the cave.
"Anytime! Remember to tell people you're not the god of chaos next time!" Phil waved to the minotaur and they left then turned to Ranboo.
"Let me guess, you made a deal with DreamXD?" The angel asked, and all Ranboo could do was give a pathetic nod. "Ah hey, it's alright everybody falls for his tricks sometimes-"
"I- I didn't know this would happen-"
"Nobody does, now let's just wait for Tommy to calm Tubbo down then you can apologize, okay?" They gently ruffled Ranboo's hair with a hand.
So... You guys interesting in a story where Dragon!Tommy kidnaps God!Techno to add him to his hoard? You are?! Well, do I have good news for you! Another new story! And you can read it on Ao3!
Teaser under the cut as always~~~ <3
The royal family is small (Tommy’s never seen a royal family so small before, usually families are large, mostly to accommodate for the number of dragons that need to hoard them), but they’re all very pretty.
The King-Emperor-y person is older looking. The beginnings of a beard trail across his jaw. Wrinkled eyes that speak of a man that’s lived a long life full of laughter. A voice that gets all high pitched while telling stories. He’s not bad for a hoard member, but he is kinda old. He’s probably close to dying, right? (Humans always die far too quickly.) He’d probably have a heart attack if Tommy tried taking him…
The first of his sons he sees is Wilbur. The man is all quick grins, limbs that scramble to keep up with his mind and pretty songs. He’s not very regal looking, despite having the air of a politician around him, but… well his songs were nice and his humour chaotic and fun. Tommy could steal him for his hoard. He wouldn’t be bad. Better than Emperor Phil for sure…
So that had been the plan. Until he met Technoblade. Phil’s other son.
He knew the man existed, the palace staff always talked of another son, but he was never around, and he had a weird name, so Tommy wasn’t going to bother with him, but then Tommy had seen him strolling around and-
Hair the colour of rose quartz is pulled into intricate patterns held together by gold. Eyes that shine like the rarest rubies. A man that holds himself confidently, that walks as though no predator could approach him. This man is regal. This man is pretty. This man is going in his hoard.
Following the man had proven that decision more and more correct. Techno stood up for himself in a way no one else could ever match up to. Techno could fight, swinging a sword around with ease. Techno appreciated the truly finer things like gems and gold and-
Techno was perfect for his hoard, and he was crown prince! That just made things better! Made the man more and more and more perfect!
