I have a request: how would the Techno react if Reader dies but appears a few months later alive but very injured?
Now this inspired me.
Warnings: 18+, angst, suicide mentioned, hints at nsfw, blood, alternate timeline where she was never pregnant; adding Athena and Apollo into this would have made me cry so no. 
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Techno was distraught, it was against his nature to love and be loved and yet you taught him how. You were his everything and more. From the moment you shot him in those woods all that time ago, when the voices went quiet when your face came into his eyesight, everything changed for him.
He loved you more than life itself, so when Phil broke the news to him that you were dead, he lost it. Standing in the living room of the home you had shared together, rage burned through him, his shaking hands ripping, shoving, destroying. By the time he was done, Phil had witnessed something he thought he’d never see.
Techno was weeping, sobbing, screaming for you. A broken man wanting the only thing he couldn’t have. For months Techno barely ate, barely slept, contemplated suicide daily. How could he live without you? Why would he even want to? Without you there was no meaning to his life. It was like a huge hole had been punched through his chest.
The absence of you was everywhere he looked, the little touches you had slowly added to the house over the years. Your perfume, oils and lotions on the white vanity in the corner of the room. Techno remembers vividly, when you had talked about wanting one and he worked for weeks to build and paint one you’d love. He sat for hours carving intricate designs onto the legs and around the mirror just for you.
The wardrobe filled with your clothes, the beautiful materials you covered your body with, he was always envious of them, they got to touch you all the time. Dresses hanging there that hugged your figure perfectly, that made his heart beat faster.
The bathroom filled with your sweet bath oils and bath salts, countless times he had come home from fighting and you drawn him a bath and washed him clean. Countless times had he taken you apart in the sweet smelling waters and steamy room.
The bed was the hardest to deal with, it reeked of you. The mouthwatering smell he wanted nothing more than to roll around in, it was always present when he slept. It was a slight comfort to him, but always left him distraught. He thought about sleeping downstairs but had to remind himself that he had destroyed the couch.
More time passed, around six months now since Phil had told him about your death. He was a hollow shell of himself, he had lost a lot of weight and always had dark bags under his eyes. He was surprised he was still breathing.
“Techno!” Phil had screamed, a dreaded, fear filled, confusion dripping scream. Techno sighed, it took so much energy out of him to simply stand. Feet practically dragging along the floor, he shuffled to the front door sparing a longing look to his axe of peace. Whatever was on the other side of his door was dangerous if Phil’s scream was anything to go by, and he was happy to let whatever it was kill him.
Opening the door and stepping out onto the wood panels just before the stairs that led down to the snow, red cloak and gold crown nowhere in sight, The Blood God isn’t who stepped out to fight, but a broken man ready to die.
That all changed the second he saw you. You who had been dead for six months, you who he had mourned for six months, you who was bruised and covered in cuts with blood dripping from them. You who looked just as starved and exhausted as Techno did, in fact you looked worse.
“Sweetheart?” Techno’s voice cracked as he uttered the term of endearment he hadn’t spoken in so long.
“Tec.” Your voice was small and fragile, your hand reaching for him. The clothes you wore were torn and certainly not enough to keep you warm in the freezing cold snow you had trekked in to get home.
He ran to you, feet moving quicker than they ever had before all so he could take you in his arms and hold you close. “I’ve got you darlin’, I’ve got you, hold on to me.” He used all his strength to help you into the house, Phil running to your aid too.
You took in the state of your home and honestly it was alot better than what you had expected. Glancing at your husband, he avoided eye contact sheepishly, normally it would have made you smile. You don’t even think you know how to do that anymore.
“Let’s uh, get you upstairs.” Phil said awkwardly, helping Techno carry you up into your bedroom, and onto the bed. You sighed in pure relief that you body didn’t have to hold itself up anymore, that you weren’t on a nasty cold stone floor too but the soft, Techno smelling, mattress you had been dreaming of for six months.
You were so happy you cried. You cried ugly, hard, loud. Letting all your emotions out. Techno was there stroking your filthy, greasy hair and holding your dirty, sore hand. “Sweetheart?”
“I’m just so happy, I thought this day would never come. I had convinced myself that it wouldn’t. And yet here I am. Home.” You sobbed out the words, looking at your husband through your tears blurred eyes, just about making out the crooked smile on his gorgeous face.
He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who had done this to you. But just seeing your relief to being in a bed, to being home, he knew you’d need time.
Phil went home after Techno had asked him to, they agreed not to tell anyone you were back until they figured out what had happened to you and by who.
Techno ran you a bath and took extra time and care into washing you off, he had to pull you out of the disgustingly mucky water and run you a new bath. This one you could soak in, allow yourself to relax, even when the clear water did dirty again, only a little this time though.
You saw the look in Techno’s eyes as he washed you and you knew, remembering the vow he made to you all those years ago; “I love you, it took me a while to say it I know. But I need to know you understand—“
“Understand?” You asked.
“How much I love you. I’d destroy empires for you. Pillage country’s for you. Kill for you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “If anyone ever even thought about hurting you, they’d be dead before they could finish that thought.” He growled, deep from within his chest. The ruby of his eyes shining brighter the more he talked about it.
“I understand.” Of course you did. You knew from the moment you said ‘I do’ exactly what that meant.
“You’re going to kill him aren’t you?” It was a question you knew the answer to but you still felt compelled to ask nonetheless.
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For the Voices for the Blade event: my second prompt! Wherein Techno lives in a so very normal neighborhood don't even question it it's incredibly dull I prommy. Well, if you ignore the number of duplicate Michaels running around, the screws that R4N800 eats when they think no one is watching, the sparkly tutu Tommy wears to fight the forces of evil, the- okay. Okay it's slightly peculiar. But what's even weirder is how kind and welcoming everyone is to Techno.
How about c!Technoblade with a female reader in which they have a friendly sparring match? Like it’s suuuuuper obvious they’re into one another but neither has the guts to say anything?
Pairing: C!Techno x F!Reader
A/n: Thxs for requesting! This sounds so cute as well sidnsiwsn-
Event
Huffing, you gripped your axes in one hand and shield in the other, sending a joking glare towards the male in front of you. “You’re going down, Techno” You stated, raising the shield to block the in coming hit.
“Ha. You’re funny Y/n” Techno replied, snorting in amusement as he swung his own ace at you, struggling a bit as you pushed back. “I never lose” Blocking a swing from you with his axe, Techno felt a blush start to rise as he continued to fight you.
You looked so cute as you tried to beat him, eyes focused and concentrated, the cute glare you would give him and your messy hair. It was so. . . . Cute to him.
“Just kiss her already!” Tommy yelled out from the porch, causing you and Techno to try and stutter out a response but failing miserably.
Could perhaps write like fluff headcanons for Techno/Dream. For example they’re coming home from a war like L’manberg vs. Dreamsmp or the Pogtopia war and they just wanna cuddle and spend time with y/n
Preferably male or gender neutral reader
<3.
- Techno x Reader Fluff:))
-- I don't do Hc's atm so I hope this is fine.
Contents: Fluff, Blood, Wars, Stitcing up wounds, other things I can't think of.
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Technoblade was just a man trying to get through life. He never wanted to be apart of the everlasting wars throughout the terrain. Getting dragged into them was another thing that ended up fueling desire in him, deep down he hated it, but it just became something, like a part of who he was. An anarchist who was out for blood.
But with you he was a completely different person. Sweet, caring, though he still tried hiding that about him. You knew whenever something was wrong or off. It would automatically click in your head. The way it did right now, he was an awfully quiet man. Usually keeping to himself, unless spoken to or something important was needed said.
You never knew what he wanted unless he specifically directed it to you. He had many ways of doing this.
Techno's eyes scanned across his home, the very one he built with the help of his then bestfriend, now partner.
He was exhausted, the battle of earlier had left him like no other had done. It was almost shocking to him, but it would take something greater to even cause him to flinch. All he was, was an exhausted man who seeked nothing more than solace and solitude with the person he loved.
His axe dropped to the ground with a heavy thud. The sound made you jump but you knew who it was.
His heavy footsteps, made their way into the room occupied by you. In there he saw his most favorite person in the world, reading a book on the couch. Your eyes instantly dropped onto him, your soft smile flatered once you'd seen his bloody condition. But before you could say,
"It's not mine." He said plainly.
Your eyes scanned his face," Well no, but those bruises and gashes are." You say.
You sighed and got to him, leading him to your bedroom. You pushed him to sit over on the bed, you then headed over to the chests in your closet, pulling out a first aid sewing kit.
"Your friend Ranboo came and asked for pots, so this will have to do for now. At least until he comes back tomorrow."
You say gently. Techno only nods his head, anticipating the pain of the needle. You slowly cleaned the areas most likely to get infected, a small dab of a alchohol dipped cotton ball would do it. You grabbed the needle and sutures, you got only to his face and began to thread the gash back together.
Techno flinched, causing you to almost drop the needle.
"I know, I'm sorry. We just don't want it to get infected okay?" You say softly, he gave a sound of affirmation.
You'd thrown in all of his clothes into a trough of boiling water, that you'd let soak overnight. Waiting for Techno to get out of the bathroom, you throw away blood soaked cloths, the ones you used to clean him up. You cleaned up as much as you could, thanking that the bed wasn't drenched in blood.
When he comes out he's dressed in a button up, and a pair of loose pants. You walked over to him and hugged him, relief setting over you, finding that he was still okay. He wrapped his arms around your form.
"Come on, it's getting late." You say as you'd both let go of each other. You blew out a torch and the only light was the one from the hallway and the moonlight from the window.
Techno made his way to the bed, pushing the covers down to accommodate himself. You followed, laying down right beside him.
The night continues with you talking about your day as he was away, the usual wandering off to the nearby village to trade and cave exploring. Techno's tense state was eased the more he heard about you. He was just happy now, the feeling of your hand caressing his face carefully, or the way you looked into his eyes. He was just complete.
comparing hand sizes w techno! reader would be playing with his hair during a cuddle sesh, and he just took their hand and go, "why is it so tiny?"
A/N: sheeeesh big brain i like this idea
Technoblade was a feared warrior by many, his strength and finesse struck fear into the the hearts of people from all over. The blood God, a demon from hell, Satan himself. There had been so many phrases and names used to describe Techno and his cruel ways.
Yet, here you were. Snuggled under the blankets with your body against his leaving no room between you, you pondered about how people could fear him as such and call him such vicious names. After all, the little grunts and happy noises he let out subconsciously as he buried his face into your neck showed you not a blood thirsty war machine, but a soft and gentle lover.
Gently running your fingers through his hair, you sighed in content and breathed in his scent. Techno made you feel at home and safe when you were in his arms.
Lifting his head up slightly, the blood God looked into your eyes and smiled lightly, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately. Here, he was no longer a warrior but a domestic husband, lover, and provider.
Shifting his focus to the feeling of your hand in his hair, he grinned and lightly grasps your hand, bringing it down to kiss the knuckles. Once he saw the difference in hand sizes between yours and his, his mind spiralled and his cheeks dusted a light red colour. He placed yours and his hands palm to palm and looked into your eyes. Your hand was barely half as big as his.
"Why is it so tiny..?" Technoblade whispered, more to himself than to you. "My tiny baby..." He added and smiled softly, kissing your knuckles again before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tighter embrace. He felt something possessive and protective in the depths of his body. Seeing you so tiny, actually acknowledging it for the first time, left he wanting to hold you close and keep the dangers of the world away from you.
"You're just a giant." You whispered back lovingly, pressing a kiss to his temple and nuzzling his hair lightly.
I just saw this little headcanon that c!techno likes to just sit in the snow doing nothing when he gets bored or he's overwhelmed and i was wondering if you could write about it?
Reader looking for him, worried cause they haven't seen him for some hours and finding him just sitting there. He only notices when the reader sits down and starts to swipe off snow of his shoulders or something. Reader asking him what happened and reminding him that he can always come to them if somethings bothering him, reassuring him and all? And Techno basically realizing he's falling in love with them at that very moment? Maybe ending with a kiss and a stunned reader? 😂
Thank you in advance 🌺
♥【Snowing With Techno】♥
Pairing: c!Techno x gn!Reader
Summary: You find find Techno laying in the snow and you check on him
[A/N] Why are all my readers Techno simps LMAO. either way, i enjoyed writing this, i hope u enjoy <3
You had been searching for Techno for a while after he mysteriously disappeared one night. You were beginning to lose hope as your body started to slow down from the cold. That was until you saw him knelt down in the snow. You rushed over to him in panic, afraid he might be injured.
"Techno!" You shout as you drop to the ground in front of him, cupping his cold cheeks in your just as cold hands "Are you okay?"
You begin to brush the snow off his shoulders as he opens his eyes. He looks at you, his eyes widened. He didn't say anything.
"Techno? You can talk to me." You say, visibly worried.
"I just-" Techno cuts himself off, letting out a sigh of frustration. You sit there patiently, waiting for his response.
He looks into your eyes, seemingly deep in thought.
You place your hand on his. "I'm here for you Techno." As if these words triggered something in his head, he cups your face in his hands, taking a deep breath in. He kisses you. His lips are harsh but smooth on yours. He quickly pulls away, almost like he just realised what he had done. You sit there in shock, trying to process what just happened.
"I-I'm sorry, I don't know wh-" He stutters, pushing himself up from the ground. You grab his wrist and shake your head frantically, unable to form words. He stops and stares at you until you, red as a tomato, pull him in for another kiss. If the first one wasn't already amazing, this one was heavenly. You felt as if you could melt into the snow below you as warm butterflies swarm your belly. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you deeper into the kiss.
The two of you sat in the snow for the rest of the night until Phil found the two of you passed out on top of each other, almost causing him to have a heart attack.
You were supposed to be sleeping, and you had been trying all you could. Counting your breaths and making it to thirteen before getting distracted with thoughts about your work tomorrow.
Work today, as it stood, had been particularly not fun.
And you had resigned yourself to an equally not fun dinner, a poor excuse of a sandwich, and bathed in not-quite-warm water. Inside, you knew you didn't deserve to kind of punish yourself, but you couldn't be bothered to try to comfort yourself either. You just needed to do the things you needed to do.
And sleep was the last thing you had to worry about.
Your boyfriend, in all of his murder-inclined reputation, hadn't even gotten home until the night was well underway. You figured it to be a fair deal.
Your eyes, though closed, heard him wander in your shared home, probably setting his robes and his weapons down on the table or their respective places, it was always a fifty-fifty shot with him, pausing to look at whatever you brought home this time.
(It'd been a book about mushrooms, a lot of the pages that had the mushroom's picture was accompanied by a short poem. You'd tucked it into your bag, a fond smile on your face when you thought about showing it to Techno.)
And when he finally nudged the door open to your bedroom, you still didn't open your eyes, feeling the thud of his feet against the floor, moving from the doorway to the closet. Hearing the clothes being pulled off of his, most likely sweaty or very heated, body and then hearing them be tossed into the hamper by the door. Cloth slides against skin and you hear his bare feet walk across the floor before you feel the dip in the mattress and hear the groan it sounds out while he gets comfortable.
It was nice, feeling his very warm body in the coldest room in the house, a painfully thin sheet covering you gives you little heat. He pulls you into his arms, tucking his chin into your neck and breathing out heavy. "You okay, honey?"
You time your breath with his, breathing deep and feeling yourself melt into him. "Long day."
He hums, and says sorry, offers you a beat of silence to elaborate but when you continue your deep breaths, he presses a kiss to your head, rubbing a large, warm hand over your stomach in wide circles. "Okay," he breathes out, "goodnight then, I got breakfast tomorrow." You smile to the ceiling, and it's the last thing on your mind before you're lured to sleep with promise of rest and warmth, and perhaps your warrior of a boyfriend in the only apron in the house, daisies covering the front.
Tomorrow is going to be better than today. Guaranteed.
Note: AHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, writing this made me so happy but the ending was lame mb not proof read!!
Genre: fluff (platonic Halloween special or smth)
Characters: techno, phil, tommy, wilbur
Halloween, probably one of techno's favourite holiday since he can put all the mob heads he's collected for good use !
And maybe add some cobwebs to the side for extra spook.
Just scatteres it all around his house, sure it looks like a poor attempt for a scare when its very bright out but when its night time oh no screams everywhere.
Like when wilbur wanted to sleepover to his house because he kept having nightmares from tommy's constant jumpscares thoughout the day, but when wilbur was walking thru the path to techno's house in the middle of the night he accidentally stepped on a skeleton head that was attached to a plastic skeleton body (good idea by phil) and he screamed. loud.
Good thing phil saw and heard everything from his bedroom window, he quickly went over to wilbur to calm him down and to get him inside so the boy could finally get a good sleep.
But when tommy saw the mob heads there was multiple reactions, first he screamed, and kicking it away was his second instinct, while ofcouce still screaming, and then running away back to his house, kicking rocks along the way when he finally calmed down. "i'll get that son of a bitch next time, OH JUST HE WAIT" screaming the last part he walks inside his home as he plans for another way to get into techno's house again for revenge.
Techno and phil never failed to mention both reactions to each other the following morning, while also talking about other people's Halloween decorations and ranking them by their favourites!
