helloo, could I please request something with techno when he finds out that the reader is insecure about their thighs because they have stretch marks? kinda became an issue for me and I personally think that he'd find them really cool since he has scars himself :) it could be small headcanons or whatever you want!
fluff
warnings: slight nsfw (non-descriptive kissing)
pronouns: they/them
notes: ty for requesting! all bodies are beautiful anon, i hope you learn to embrace all that makes you special <3 have a great day!
it had been a long, stressful day. everything piled on top of each other, issue after issue. you were surprised you hadn’t snapped earlier.
you stood in front of the mirror, picking apart every aspect of yourself until you felt empty. you were constantly bringing others up- complimenting them, making sure they knew they were beautiful. but when it came to you, you never seemed to bring the same energy. you sighed, your eyes becoming teary. you pulled your t-shirt as far as you could over your shorts before heading to your bed. as if on cue, you heard your front door creak open, the whistling wind and blustering snow weaving through the cabin.
you blew out the already dim candlelight, hoping your partner would assume you had been asleep for longer than you laid awake.
techno came in as quietly as he could, shedding his cloak and crown. with a grunt, he sat himself on the side of the bed. your side of the bed.
of course he knew. he seemingly knew everything about you.
“what’s made you upset, darlin’?” he questioned, rubbing circles on your bare thigh.
on instinct, you pulled away from his touch. he immediately lit the candle by the bedside, his face etched with concern.
“did i do something?” he asked softly.
you sat up, folding your legs underneath you before grasping his hands in yours.
“no- no, of course not.”
“who did?”
you ran a hand down your face, biting back tears.
“no one, love,” you assured him. “let’s go to sleep, yeah?”
“why’d you pull away from me?” he pushed.
you sighed, feeling insecure in his relentless gaze.
“i just- i’m just not feeling so great about myself lately.”
techno was taken aback by this. he had always held you in the highest of viewpoints. in his eyes, you were perfect.
“you’re beautiful,” he said seriously. “what could you possibly not love about yourself?”
you shuffled in your spot, keeping your eyes glued to the spot in between you.
“my stretch marks- don’t they bother you?”
tech pulled your legs out from under you, and with one motion, had you straddling his lap. his hands rested on your hips as he stared up at you lovingly.
“in all honesty, i’ve never seen them as anything but who you are. they’re normal, darlin’. they’re signs of growth- why wouldn’t i adore them?”
you opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted you before you had the chance to input your rebuttal.
he lifted his loose tunic with one hand, showing his own marks lining his ribs.
“see- twinnin’.i grew like a weed in my teen years. my body didn’t have the chance to catch up,” he shrugged.
you could cry at how caring this man was. physical appearances never seemed to bother him- he loved who he loved. you threw your arms around his neck, grateful for the pick me up. you dotted kisses all over his face. he had no idea what this meant to you.
Summary: You go on walks with Techno a lot and he really likes nature and stuff djgbsmakf sorry if I'm bad at summaries the actual headcanon is better hopefully
You love going for walks.
They're even better when they are with Techno, Your boyfriend, you really like going on hikes with him.
He actually really has an eye for nature. Like he likes flowers and enjoys the smell of a slightly damp forest as much as you do. He always knows what bird is chirping and can tell which tree is which just from its bark.
But probably your favourite thing about going for walks with him wether it's just to get to a store or for a hike or just around the block with the dog he will make sure that you walk really close behind him so if you slip and fall he has a chance to catch you or if a stranger comes over to you he can make sure they won't do anything.
Not that they would. He is just kinda paranoid. He also really loves holding your hand while you walk together. He just does. I think it makes a small part of him feel even more safe.
Personal headcannon that c!Technoblade didn't wear his cow skull mask for the majority of his pacifist arc but he does when he goes into battle/L'manburg plus invisibility potions are magic so his skull becomes invisible with him. So basically he takes it off like you would take off armor when you get home.
He used to use it as an intimidation tactic but it has sort of become a lucky/comfort item for him to wear when he knows he'll be in a fight.
I think in universe invisibility potions work on things that are organic but also clothes that don't provide you with any armor because they're too thin.
Which means that once to you drink the potion, your body has to emit the potion effects through your skin somehow for it to affect your clothes and everything else in your vecinity, but not strong enough to affect other players so it has to be up to lyke a few inches from your skin.
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.
after rising tensions from the butcher army, technoblade concluded you could no longer travel with him.
you had both been avoiding the conversation for some time now, the idea of splitting up clouding every conversation, every glance, every touch. now, in the dimly lit cabin, all had come crashing down.
“it’s my life too,” you mutter.
“that’s why i’m doing this- don’t you understand?” techno rebuts.
“i’m safe with you, tech. you can’t push me away because you’re scared.”
the piglin stands up from the table abruptly, his chair scraping behind him. his long, pink hair was disheveled from hours of running his hand through it. he takes a short breath to calm himself before saying anything too difficult to take back.
“enough. you will not be joining me come tomorrow’s sunrise.”
“try and stop me.”
you both know he could very well stop you. instead, techno turns away from you frustratedly and strides to the door. you shake your head. technoblade doesn’t always have the best ways of communicating his feelings, and anything that may put your life in danger is a risk he will do anything to avoid.
when you hear the door slam shut, you let out a sob. you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him -not just for each other’s company- but with tech’s short temper, you feared for his safety quite often. he never fails to remind you, technoblade never dies. alas, a simple mantra could not calm your trepidations.
you finally give up waiting around for the piglin to come home. you decide to go to sleep instead. and surely enough, as soon as your head hits the pillow, you fall asleep. life on the run truly is exhausting, after all.
your eyes snap open at the rustle of someone approaching your bed. your hand goes to the sword under your mattress, but pauses when the bed dips down. technoblade’s all-too-familiar scent overpowers your senses as you relax into the bed. tech lies down, carefully draping an arm over your waist and nestling against you.
“i’m sorry,” he murmurs, assuming you’ve fallen asleep. you take no mind of this, as thoughts crowd your mind. soon, you fall asleep in the piglin’s arms.
sure enough, when you wake, technoblade has left. his little belongings, gone with him.
you pulled your coat impossibly tighter around you; the icy tundra winds stinging your cheeks. you had been determined to reach your destination before nightfall. alas, you had severely underestimated the dangers of the voyage. you had already dodged angry polar bears, slipped into frozen ponds covered with snow, and lost your favorite scarf in the process. some would say this was an awful lot of trouble just for one man- for anyone. but, you knew he was worth it. he would always be worth it.
finally, your eyes caught the gleaming light of a lit cabin in the distance. you prayed it belonged to the infamous pink haired man; but, honestly, you would settle for any place that held some warmth.
you slammed your closed fist against the door as hard as you could, it being more of an ice block against the wood. you could see your foggy breath in front of your face as you started to sway. adrenaline had finally met it’s match as the cold enveloped your body. your vision began to black out, and you felt yourself fall to the snow covered ground.
the impact you had barely braced yourself for never came. instead, it was replaced by two arms around your body, lifting you. you fought the tundra’s death grip on you for as long as you could before it took your consciousness mercilessly.
you woke to a calming warmth hugging your body. you desperately wished to stay that way for forever, but the fact that you had no clue where you were finally hit you.
you sat up abruptly, the wool blanket falling from your chest. you took a second to look around and take in your surroundings. a lit fire crackled mere feet in front of you. a few trinkets- maybe trophies- dotted almost every surface in the area. your wet clothes had been stripped from your body, replaced with the same material the warm blanket was made of.
“you’re awake,” a gruff voice stated.
an all too familiar voice.
“i am,” you swallowed, turning your gaze to the man.
techno was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and one leg crossed over the other. his bubblegum colored hair was braided loosely down his back, a faded scar cut across his bottom lip. he stared at you unmoving for what seemed like eternity, before he pushed off the frame, striding to you.
“you were practically frozen. what are you doing out here?” he muttered, searching your face for wounds.
“i- i came here to apologize,” you forced out softly.
he averted his gaze, his expression pained.
“i’m sorry, techno. i’m so, so, sorry. but, please, understand. if i hadn’t told them, they would’ve hurt dream. they would’ve killed him,” you continued.
“you sold me out!” he shouted, turning back towards you.
“you don’t understand.”
“what do you care? they would’ve killed him either way,” he sneered.
“i don’t! i love you, but i had a debt to pay to dream. if i didn’t, he would’ve killed you and phil.”
“dream would’ve died, and you would’ve been free!”
“no! this was what dream asked of me, i couldn’t refuse!”
“i loved you,” he muttered.
the past tense of the word you two had once used daily made your heart break as you stood.
“i would do it a hundred times over. dream promised me he had a plan to save you. he promised no harm would come to you. if you hating me is the result of my decision, i accept the consequences.”
tears filled your eyes as frustration clouded your senses. you would never see the other’s side. and deep down, you both knew it.
“you betrayed me,” techno whispered.
“techno-”
“please. leave.”
“tech, let me explain!”
“i’ve heard enough. thought i could trust you. you’re a traitor. just like everyone else,” he snapped, turning away from you.
your head spun as you tried to form words; tried to say something- anything. you thought you had saved him. you never expected him to be happy about it, but at the same time, you wouldn’t have expected he would toss you aside.
once again facing the freezings winds, you knew you would never stop loving the pink haired anarchist. there was no right answer here, but you knew you had done the best thing for him. no matter how much it hurt.
