After Sam slammed Techno's head into the wall enough times, Techno started to have seizures. They were almost entirely absente seizures, so at first hw didn't even realize. Just thought he was spacing out a lot in prision out of boredom , and the he has a grant mal seizure and it clicks.
The first time it happens outside of prison he's alone outside and hits his head pretty badly. Phil nearly has a heart attack when he stumbles upon his half frozen body in the snow surrounded by blood. It's so far from a good day its not even funny. Techno now has the hounds follow him around for his chores.
Also Idk where to put it but he gets like horrible migraines as well. Like, throwing up, needs to be in complete darkness, writhing in pain type migraines
You writhed and wriggled as Techno ran his fingertips across your skin, down your arms across your stomach, your thighs. His nails scratching over your nerves.
Panting easily feeling so fucked out already. And he hadn’t even thrusted into you yet. It’d been about fifteen minutes since he broached this subject with you and you agreed excited to try something new.
“Relax for me darlin.” Techno had cooed as he stretched you over his big cock. Your heart pounding in your ears when his hot breath tickled your ear. He felt so good. So big.
Please, please, please, you begged clenching around him harshly. He chuckled, once again cooing at you oh so pitifully, “but sweetheart you asked for this, didn’t you?” He answered for you not giving you a moment to think about it, “yeah you did. You wanted to sit on the cock that was made for you just like I wanted to feel this tight pussy wrapped around me. Fuck darlin, so tight.” He groaned bottoming out.
“Alpha.” You whimpered wanting nothing more than to feel him rub against your silken warm walls. But no, no movement whatsoever came to your aid. You closed your eyes letting your head rest on his shoulder. You started to relax slightly when you felt a sharp sting followed by a jolt of pleasure.
“Don’t tease me pup.” Techno growled, slapping your soaked cunt once again pulling a broken moan from your throat. “You know what that word does to me,” slap, “and you throw it at me as if it’s nothing,” slap, “my title.” He snarled, you were too busy arching your back and moaning into the evening air. Slap, “pay attention pup.”
You didn’t hear, couldn’t hear, a searing noise blocked out the noise. Eyes clouded over, as your orgasm ploughed through you dangerously exploding. Techno groaned deep from within his chest at the feeling of you clenching around him like a vise.
“Oh sweetheart,” he grinned, “such a sweet little omega cumming on my cock when I’m not even fucking you.” You whined at the obvious teasing.
“Tec.” He ignored your pout, laughing, letting the vibrations spread throughout your body.
Your Alpha smirked, “Now, let’s see how many times I can get you to do that again before I think about fucking you.”
info: the past never forgets, and techno never forgives. 》 they/them 》 in canon + platonic 》 1.4k words
warnings: sexual assault, explicit descriptions of murder/blood, hurt/comfort, swearing
a/n: this was a request from my beautiful 🌹 anon, thank you for sending this in. i made the implications of sexual assault a a little more subtle but i still hope you like it.
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the moonlit sky was a beautiful dark blue as you stared at the light. you had been doing housework the entire day due to your counterpart being too busy with whatever he was brewing upstairs. the piglin hybrid usually helped you when he was home, it's his house after all. but today was different, you supposed.
you were so caught up in the moon's doings that you didn't notice the tall figure creeping down the stairs and right behind you. he assumed you were aware of him and went to tap on your shoulder.
as soon as he does you whip your head around, backing away from him as you hold one arm in front of your face and the other in front of your lower body. the shaking of your body became more prominent as time went on.
"(y/n)?"
you couldn't look at him. you weren't strong enough.
"(y/n), please. look at me."
you lowered your arms hesitantly and looked him in the eyes still filled with fear.
"(y/n), i'm not going to hurt you. i promise."
you averted your gaze and drop both your arms. tears leaked out of your eyes and cupped your face with your hands, all the memories coming back and hitting you like a truck.
"i'm so sorry, techno."
you dropped to the floor, your knees buckling under you and techno barely being able to catch you. you felt a heavy, warm cape drape over your figure while a worried piglin grunt escaped techno's throat. he got on one knee and rested one of his hands on your shoulder.
"don't apologize."
two simple words managed to tug at your heartstrings so harshly you couldn't hold it in anymore. you sobbed loudly into your hands, completely losing any posture you tried to maintain. techno was startled, thinking he did something wrong. he quickly snapped out of it, however, and pulled your body by the shoulders into his chest. his firm grasp made you feel secure, stifling your cries a little.
"...are you alright?"
you knew he had no idea how to handle it from here, but you appreciated the concern and kindness he showed. you pulled back from his embrace and wiped your eyes gingerly.
"i'm.. a little better."
"good."
the voices wanted to know who did this - who made you this way. who the fuck hurt you? he tried to keep them quiet, but he wanted them dead as much as his mind.
"can you tell me what happened?"
everything was silent for a few seconds. the voices were quiet, nothing came out of techno's mouth. you sighed and shakily started explaining yourself. techno listened silently, trying to catch every detail and description of the man who scarred you. he had a basic image of him in his mind by the time you were done.
"thank you for telling me."
techno glanced outside the window, the soft glow of the moon telling him it's late. how long had he been brewing? he shuffled a bit and eventually stuck an arm under your legs and upper body. with a small yelp you were lifted a few feet in the air, the cape that you were siting under fell off your back and onto the floor in the proces.
"you need some rest."
you didn't bother trying to stop him. your mind was foggy and your body felt heavy.
"thank you, techno."
"shh, there's no need to thank me."
in comfortable silence you were carried up the stairs and into techno's room. you were confused, you had your own room after all. you didn't mind, though. he placed you on the mattress he slept on rarely. his bed was bigger, the blanket was heavier, the pillow was softer, everything felt better. you wrapped yourself in the plush blanket and felt your eyelids getting heavier already.
"sleep well, (y/n)."
just as he was about to stand up you grabbed a hold of his wrist. he looked at you quizzically, knitting his eyebrows together.
"where are you going?"
"don't worry, i won't be away for long. now sleep."
"fine. good night, techno."
"good night."
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looking through his bag once more technoblade checked if he forgot to grab anything; he had food, arrows, ender pearls, potions and a small knife. on his hips hung his axe, crossbow and sword, yearning to be used. his bag was full and everything he needed was in his possession. before he opened the door techno noticed the red velvet fabric resting on the ground. with a few paces he arrived in the kitchen and picked up the cape. he swung it over his shoulders and adjusted it carefully. with a loud exhale he stepped out of his house and into the cold weather of the tundra. he whisteled a command and one of the wolves in the pack jumped out of the enclosure it sat in and rushed over to techno's side. he was going to find them.
you've shown him your previous residence multiple times, which is where he was going to look first. it was his best guess. while making his way over to your former abode the wolf that traveled with him was scouting out ahead, hoping it would find it faster than techno.
techno's eyes shoot in the animal's direction when it starts barking aggressively at a moving figure across the woods. the voices screamed at him to assist his pet, to shoot him, kill him immediately, to which he happily obliged. he sped over to his companion, hoping to catch a better glimpse of the person.
"stop him, now!"
techno ordered the animal. after a few seconds he heard a loud thud followed by a yell belonging to a man in immense pain. he made his way over to the barking wolf, it having a slightly stained mouth from its jaws going through the man's flesh and muscles. he found them.
"what's the rush?"
he towered over the other male pathetically writhing on the floor. his calf had a nasty teeth mark, bleeding profusely and covered in dirt and saliva.
"p-please... don't... hurt me!"
"why shouldn't i?"
technoblade hated these kind of men; not even willing to fight or run. just begging and whimpering for mercy. it made him sick. the wolf that followed him all the way here was still barking, ready to tear the man to shreds.
he takes his netherite axe off his hip and hoists it over his shoulder. techno looks the other man right in the eyes, fully aware it fills him with fear. he wanted to feel everything you were put through. he was going to feel your pain.
"i...i've never done anything to you..!"
technoblade froze at the sentence. nothing? he thinks he's done nothing? he's not completely wrong; he's never physically hurt him - he's never even met him before. his train of thought was interrupted by the voices yelling in his head. they were screaming at him to cut him, to strangle him, to burn him, anything. he needed to feel pain.
"does the name (y/n) mean anything to you?"
the horror on the man's face got worse by the second, him figuring out why techno is here. the piglin drops to one knee and gets about an inch away from his victim's face.
"am i going to get an answer?"
"y-yes! we were friends a few years ago."
techno let his axe fall off his shoulder and into the dirt, the blade only falling a few inches away from the other male's injured leg.
"do friends traumatize each other?"
the question filled the victim with dread, his monotone voice only adding to the fear.
"y-you don't know what we did!"
the sudden surge in confidence surprised techno, to be sure. there was nothing more pathetic than a man yelling at the brink of death in such a tone. he scoffed with an amused expression and retracted his axe back into the holder that rested on his hip.
"yeah! they were lying to you, i promise. that's the reason i stopped being friends in the first- GAH!"
his sentence was cut of by a dagger being plunged into his stomach and dragged up to his ribs, cutting open his body. he mewled and moaned in agonizing pain, unable to form any coherent words.
"you disgust me."
technoblade stood up, his ears twitching and voices pleased. the blood on his hand dripped on the dried leaves as he called the wolf he brought with him. as the animal sped over to technoblades' side the screams of the impaled man were completely gone. looking over his shoulder he sees the lifeless body of the man who has haunted you for a long time.
‼ c!Technoblade prompt: Reader gets hurt while exploring through the Nether, coming back wounded to their lover ‼
Featuring: c!Technoblade
Warnings: GORE, angst (?), mentions of injury, description of injury, mentions of blood, worried techno
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a/n - i wanted to do a Techno work for a while, so i finally got around to doing it! enjoy the work! i’m horrible at doing endings if you couldn’t tell lol
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You happily made your way through the scorching confines of the Nether, checking your inventory to look at the loot you had gotten. You had been trading with piglins for hours, giving out one bar of gold after another in return for a wide array of items, a lot of which were useless to you.
You had traveled farther out than you anticipated, seeing nothing other than the dull shade of red from the netherack and the flow of lava around you. You had placed a few stray blocks to keep you on track, one of these landmarks more obvious than the others.
The nether-bricked fortress loomed over you as you passed through one of the arches. It didn't seem to have been looted yet, so you had saved the coordinates to it, planning to tell your boyfriend when you got back. Your footsteps echoed through the landscape as you made your way back, unaware of the group of 4 blazes that floated high above you.
You had been absentmindedly checking your inventory still, throwing out the near stacks of soul sand and quartz that had accumulated in your inventory when they started firing at you. You reacted a split second too late, overwhelmed by the searing pain in your arm.
Your clothing was starting to burn up as you erratically patted it down, now left with the skin painfully peeling off, your blood crisping and drying up around it. You screamed in pain as you set the fire out, tears welling up in your eyes at the sight if the injury.
Focusing on getting away, you made a dash towards one of the pillars, hiding behind it as the blazes shooting again at you. The fire caught at the netherack in front of you, fire crackling at your feet. You took a few frantic steps backward, your back meeting with the wall of nether brick.
Waiting a moment to catch your breath, you peered over the side to look at the blazes. They had gotten a bit closer, still looming high above you. You looked around you, spotting the nether portal to the tundra a few hundred blocks away. If you booked it, you could probably make it! But would the blazes catch you before you got there?
The sound of fire shooting resonated in your ears, making you jump back behind the pillar. The fire caught on the netherack, much further away than the last shot. You moved your shoulder a bit, crying out in pain at the intensity of your injury. You held your arm against your chest, clutching it tightly.
You decided it was now or never, breaking into a sprint towards the portal. You heard the fire shooting again, but you couldn't risk slowing down. Sweat ran down your back as your feet collided with the soft netherack under them. The vibration from your footsteps shot up through your arm, making you scream as you pushed forward.
The portal was much closer now, and you didn't hear the shots of blazes. You couldn't risk looking back, so you continued to run. The obsidian pathway felt hard under your feet, in contrast to the softer feeling of netherack. You slowed your pace, adrenaline draining as you stumbled through the portal.
When you came through the other side, you were met with the calm winds of the arctic. You fell to your feet, the pain becoming almost unbearable. You laid your back against the portal, finally deciding to take a better look at your wound.
The entirety of your left arm, from your shoulder to your elbow, was burnt. A large portion of your top was burnt too. Raw skin peeked out from under the burnt portions, red and blotchy. There wasn't much blood, to your relief. Your entire arm still felt like it was burning, searing in pain.
You had to get back to the cabin. That was your goal. Get back to the cabin. You shakily stood up, stumbling slightly as you made your way across the tundra. You held your arm close to your chest, wincing every time the wind blew against it and the vibrations that wracked through your body with every heavy step.
After what had felt like hours, the cabin was finally in sight. The sun was starting to set over the icy plains. You knew mobs would start spawning if you didn't hurry up. You stumbled your way towards the cabin, seeing how all of the lights were on in the place you called home.
When you finally reached the spruce doors. Before you could even reach for the handle, the doors swung open, revealing your piglin boyfriend with a worried expression on his face.
"Y/n! Where the hell have you be-" His eyes switched from concern to anger and settling on distress. He held your uninjured shoulder and ushered you inside, moving you to sit down on the couch that sat down in the center of the room.
He quickly started rifling through chests, not a word spoken as he did so. He pulled out a bottle of healing and regeneration, tucking them under his arm as he reached for gauze and a variety of antibiotics.
You watched him as he made his way from the chests over to where you sat. Your legs dangled off the front of the couch, your boyfriend situating himself between them as he took a better look at your arm. He took a short blade from his boot, cutting off your shirt carefully. He tossed it to the side, focusing his attention on your wound.
He pushed two potions into your chest, you could just feel the anger radiating off of him. It was scary. Without a word, you downed both of the potions, feeling the pain subside for the most part. You exhaled a deep breath you didn't know you were holding, shutting your eyes slowly.
"Are you going to tell me what the hell happened?" His tone was firm, cold, anger dripping from it. You felt terrible, you knew his mind would be working overtime trying to find out a solution before you told him a worm. Your eyes opened slowly, a frown finding its way to your face.
"Blazes," you tell him softly. You saw as his shoulders became slightly relax, at least it wasn't a person who did this to you.
"Tech, love, it's really not that bad. Let me patch it up." Wrong choice of words. His eye twitched and his brows furrowed as he looked towards you. "Not that bad?! Y/n are you looking at it? Your entire upper arm is messed up!"
"I've seen worse on you." You wanted to try and deescalate the situation, but you knew it wasn't going to end up that way. "This isn't about my wounds, this is about yours! You aren't fine!" He yelled, worry filling his eyes as he started to focus on dressing your wound. He stood up, going towards the kitchen to grab a wet cloth.
"Tech-" He grumbled angrily as he drenched the cloth in water. You knew he was blaming himself, you knew the voices would be screaming at him. He settled himself in front of you again, eyes dark as he gently pushed the cloth against your wound, very contrasted to how tense he was.
Your breath hitched, your hand grabbing onto his tightly. He put all of his attention onto wrapping you up. He was completely silent during the whole process. By the end of it, you had a new shirt on, your arm settled comfortably in a sling.
When he was fully finished, he settled his palms on your knees, head down as he mumbled something. You brought your free hand up to his hair, gently coursing your fingers through it. "I could have prevented this," he said, just enough so you could hear him.
"Hey," you whispered, taking your hand out of his hair and moving it to his cheek. He leaned into your palm affectionately, casting his eyes upwards to meet yours. He didn't look angry anymore, his eyes were just filled with remorse.
"It's not your fault, please believe me when I say that." He hummed lowly, closing his eyes and melting into your touch. You stayed like that for a while, silently cupping his cheek. When he opened his eyes again, his arms moved off your knees and he sat up.
You cast him a confused look as he sat down next to you, resting his back on the armrest of the couch. He huffed, opening his arms as a welcoming for you. You chuckled softly, laying back into him and making sure you didn’t lay on your injured arm.
You lay your head against his chest as he carefully wraps both of his arms around you. He hums again, the sound resonating through his chest. You let your eyes shut as you smile. You feel him press a kiss to your forehead as you let exhaustion take over.
technoblade stared down at your grave, his anger building up as he looked around at the empty funeral service, nobody had shown up, even though you helped everyone, never taking sides, a warm home to welcome anybody that needed it, even after people betrayed you
he felt confused, he didn't understand why nobody had shown up, only philza and him came, and even then it took some convincing for phil to come, phil's eyes were glued to the dirt below him, grieving in silence and peace, unlike techno, still covered the blood from any living thing that came in his path here
the anger in him slowly turned into self loathing, remembering the promise he made to himself, and how he buried the unspoken words in him, only expressing the words through his blade, forever stained in the blood of the people who wronged you. he wish he told you.
“ i swore to myself that they'd live forever phil, ” the blonde man didn't respond to the piglin, knowing it wasn't meant for him to give his opinion, “ perhaps i was wrong. ”
Warnings: descriptions of dead bodies, murder, blood
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“Let us never speak of this again,” Techno grumbled, sword in hand. Turning his back, he walked away from the cluster of dirty corpses that surrounded him, his once bright red cape muddled by the dust and ash.
Men, women, children. Thrown around like ragdolls. Some were peaceful looking, a state of calmness written on their faces as if they were relieved by their deaths. Relieved that they didn’t have to face the suffering in the world. The suffering that he had brought onto them. But others, others had faces etched with fear and horror, their last sight an angry pig man with bloodshot eyes rampaging towards them, a bloody sword in his hands.
A litter of bodies. Burned down buildings. Fiery crops. It was destruction. Technoblade was destruction. Utter chaos, utter disharmony. And the worst part, he didn’t even care. Not anymore. After hundreds of thousands of years of fighting battles and winning wars, Technoblade was immune. Immune from the death, the violence, the endless barbarity. He no longer cowered in the presence of monsters (he was one after all), nor did he hesitate in the face of worn down children. Too young, too innocent.
An immortal. That’s what he was. An undying being who, for as long as he could remember, only knew violence. Only knew blood. He was familiar with blood. The metallic scent, the thick red substance. He could smell blood from a mile away. Track it. Spill it.
Blood for the Blood God. That’s what they would say. He could never get rid of them. The voices. The voices who would praise him if he completed a simple kind task like helping a piglet find its way home were the same who urged him to exterminate a whole family. A whole village. A whole kingdom.
Technoblade was tired. He no longer knew what peace was. Happiness. It was like looking for a needle in a hay stack. All he knew was destruction.
And mourning.
And death.
So, no. He didn’t want to remember the horror on their faces or the way their bodies would slump as he put a sword through their chests. He didn’t want this life. But how could he escape it? How could he escape it when it was all he knew?
“You didn’t have to do that,” Phil said, his voice stoic, “you didn’t have to kill them all.”
The pig man stopped in his tracks, a small glint of shame shining in his eyes, but quickly disappeared just as fast as it had appeared. Grimly, he glanced at the Phil from his peripheral vision.
“No witnesses, that’s what we agreed on.”
“They were just kids.” Phil’s eyes trembled, his body frozen as he took in the sight before him.
“They were witnesses,” Techno emphasized, turning away from the blonde man and continuing on to his next mission. A mission that he was doomed to complete.
But what if Ranboo becomes a part of the Eggpire. What if he becomes possessed like Badboyhalo did. What would that mean for Technoblade.
Because it’s not a betrayal. He can’t get mad and scream he will never trust anyone ever again because it’s not a betrayal, Ranboo isn’t doing it on purpose. Ranboo cares about Techno and Ranboo would never consciouly hurt him but what if he did, under the egg’s influence? What if Techno knew it wasn’t actually Ranboo but the egg instead?
He can’t fight or kill this kid. This kid trusts him. This kid cares about his opinions and wants to be close to him and believes Techno will always protect him. This kid never hurt him in anyway. This kid is doing his best and wants to be loved and accepted and part of something and no matter how much Techno denies it, he likes this kid. He cares for him. He wants him to be happy and safe and he’d go as far as saying he worries about him as much as he worries about Philza and he can’t do anything to hurt Ranboo, he simply can’t. Technoblade believes in absolute reciprocity and, even if that’s not really Ranboo... Even if that’s a possessed, insane version of Ranboo...
He can’t hurt him. He won’t hurt him.
And he feels guilty. He shouldn’t have left the room without Ranboo when BBH asked him to. Why did he even do that? The boy believed Techno would protect him for him to just leave him there? Why did he do this? How could he do this?
He should’ve done more. He should’ve stayed around for longer, should’ve made sure he was okay, should’ve payed more attention. Philza tries to tell him there’s nothing he could’ve done but there was. He shouldn’t have followed BBH in the first place, he shouldn’t have let Ranboo come with — but “I want to make sure he doesn’t hurt you,” the half Enderman had said. “I’ll just stand back and be ready to help.” Technoblade didn’t need a child to protect him. He could’ve said no, he could’ve told Ranboo to stay home and be with Steve or whatever, but he didn’t.
And why? Why?
“You like him,” he could hear the voices mocking him, snickering at the pain in his chest, at the guilt pooling under his eyes, “you promised you wouldn’t get attached to another stray who showed up at your door, and here you are. You say you will stop making friends of anyone, and here you are. You like his company. You like having the kid around.”
“This is your fault,” they hissed and laughed and Techno could feel his chest burn, “everyone you touch breaks. Wilbur, Tommy, Philza, Ranboo. You bring death and pain to everyone you decide to call a friend.”
He could’ve done more. He should’ve done more. More for Wilbur, more for Tommy, more for Phil, and definitely more for Ranboo. Ranboo is getting hurt by the Egg, manipulated by it, and Technoblade needs to help him. Ranboo never betrayed him, Ranboo only helped and offered friendship and comfort and trust and something so close to love and family that it made his heart itch. He couldn’t give up on him.
