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.
Summary: Yandere!Technoblade. Fake gods are worshiped with wine and flowers; real gods require blood.
Need to Know: They/Them. Yandere!Technoblade / Enabler!Reader. established relationship. DARKFIC & LIGHT SMUT PLEASE READ WARNINGS VERY CAREFULLY !!
A/N: 2755 words. hey holy shit read the warnings i mean it. this really isn't for everyone. but anyways i started this months ago lol and it makes me feel some type of way. probably OOC as all fuck. if you do end up reading this, 1. is it coherent? 2. is it any good? :/
Warnings: Romanticisation/Rationalisation of Yandere Behaviour; NON-GRAPHIC SMUT (no genitals specified), GRAPHIC KNIFE-PLAY BLOOD-PLAY AND PAIN-PLAY, SEMI-VIOLENT BODY WORSHIP?? OBJECTIFICATION. Violence. Scarification. Bondage. Mutual Obsession. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Citrus Scale: ❤️ GRAPEFRUIT ❤️
{ yandere!dsmp masterpost }
He gets antsy in isolation; the voices are hungry, and fresh bruises will never compare to cherry-red blood on the snow, on his hands, like wine the way you'd seen him savour it before the regret flashes across his face. Blood for the Blood God cheered like the fleeting high was worth the exhaustion the whole ordeal brought with it. You'd seen it time and again; violence simply for violence sake was tiring. It's been a long time since he'd felt like killing for anything or anyone that wasn't you, and since you're by his side in the tundra, there was little reason for him to jump to violence, or at least, violence you didn't relish in.
Because you basked in reminders of his power, finesse, how easily he could wreak devastation, and there was something thrilling about when he turned those skills upon you, knowing he loved you too much to break you beyond repair. But there was also something intoxicating when he almost would, when he'd spend days lavishing praise upon you as he cared for you, tended to the wounds he'd inflicted, nursed you back to health.
In the split second after he'd land a hit while sparring, and he's breathing heavy, eyes wild, and the pain hasn't hit you yet, you see the way his eyes light up. This time it had been a deep gash in your cheek, which had genuinely startled you, and he turns immediately, apologising, saying he lost himself in the moment.
"Don't worry about me," you tell him as he takes your face in his hands, the contact stinging as blood begins to seep from the wounds, "you wouldn't kill me," you assured him, and it's as if he needed to hear the words out loud to believe them, his gaze softening, your hands resting on his hips, "and if you did, we both know you would have your reasons."
"You're so..." but he can't even finish the compliment, syrupy affection in his eyes as he looks at you, still holds your face. He can't find the words in this moment, cant say what you know he's thinking, 'you bleed for me' but you can still hear it. His gaze is endearing as he looks at his own hand on your cheek, before holding it up in the sunlight, your blood shiny and slick on his fingers.
You take his hand in yours, love unspoken but well heard as you softly kiss his knuckles. Carefully, you bring his hand back to your cheek, the stinging wound and the warm, red proof that you were alive. When you pull him in for a kiss, he's holding your face tighter this time, the pressure searing beneath his touch as you kiss him; the tense set of his shoulders had eased, however, and to you, that's all that mattered.
The moment, he tells you later, soothed the voices, at least for the time being. You, stretched out next to him in bed, carefully applying bandaids and ice packs to your more recent training wounds, make a noise of interest.
"I don't like hurting you like that," he admits, voice low, sounding almost remorseful. Instinctively you turn your attention from your bandage application, to him, curling an arm over his chest, resting your chin on his shoulder.
"Like what?" Because he's not one for admitting remorse, especially not about something like this; you've got well cared for scars to the contrary.
"Like in a way we haven't discussed," it takes him a long moment to find the words, but you know its still not entirely the truth; as if your awareness of the altercation was crucial to his enjoyment of it. He got caught up like this a lot, when injuries were accidents. The problem was that it wasn't his intention, it wasn't premeditated; you never minded the lack of warning, he'd had your complete trust for as long as he'd had your heart. You knew what he was capable of, but that he loved you, that's why you trusted him. He, however, knew what he was capable of, and loved you, which is why accidents scared him half to death.
"But it felt good, didn't it? Better than usual," as you say that, he looks to you, sharp and calculating, gaze focused on the patching job he'd done on your cheek earlier, "do you want that? The blood?"
"I don't need it," he says softly, kissing your nose, "I like what we have, I like training with you, you don't-"
"But do you want it?" You ask, reaching up to touch his cheek, your fingertips feather light as you trace where the scar would be on him, and his eyes close for a moment. He leans into your touch.
"The things I crave," he begins, before amending with the faintest smile, "the things other than you, don't matter out here; I'm keeping us safe. The violence for the sake of blood, it's exhausting to keep searching for," he groaned faintly, before adding, "and dangerous," his gaze slides to you, and you know he's not concerned about himself. You, however, held his face for a long moment.
"And what of blood without violence?" You ask softly; he goes very still, breath caught alongside the thought, "Blood for the Blood God," When you lower your hand to his chest, his eyes open. Dark and thoughtful, there's hesitation there, confusion almost.
"You don't know what you're offering," his tone is like ice water, a shock to your system with how cold it is. There's no warning when he sits up, out of your embrace, leaving you cold and confused, "I'm trying to keep you safe." Accusatory, as if you're in the wrong, as if you should know better.
He leaves before you've even formulated a response, tense and seemingly furious and you have no idea how or why the situation changed so dramatically. It's always hard to try and sleep alone nowadays, but you don't have much of a choice.
Techno comes home still wreathed in the heat and horrible sufler smell of the Nether, sweet words on his lips as he curls into bed beside you. None of them are an actual apology, but he's got a talented hand between your thighs as he tells you he loves you, and it's enough to ease your fretting, half asleep mind for the time being.
It seems safer to leave that topic well enough alone for the time being, but it doesn't leave your mind. The thoughts that begin to haunt you encroach on every part of your life. Intrusive, idle chatter starts up when you're training and the sun glances off his blade and catches your gaze, and won't shut up as you're preparing dinner together, and the chatter roars with approval whenever you so much as get a paper cut. Perhaps this is what it's like to experience the voices that clamour for blood and violence in your love's head, though more and more you're sure it's your mind's way of encouraging you, because there are moments where Techno looks at you, eyes dark with a barely concealed desperation, and all thoughts in your mind go silent.
"Don't look at me like that if you're not going to do anything about it," you teased, catching him in one of those dark, thoughtful moments he was becoming increasingly prone to. Techno, however, is pointedly quiet, averting his gaze, light from the fire making him seem somehow even more dramatic, "you've been trapped in there a lot lately," settling yourself on the sofa beside him, you curl up by him, cheek against his shoulder.
Still, he remains quiet.
The crackle of the fire fills the otherwise silent room, though Techno shifts to wrap his arm around you, pulling you a little closer. You feel when he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
"Wish I could be trapped in here," he mumbles against you, drawing circles on your shoulder with his finger, "figure out how you live like you don't feel fear."
"I have you," you respond with absolute, blunt sincerity.
"What?" It sounds as if he genuinely didn't expect your response.
"I have you," it comes out a murmur, angling your face to his, nose to nose as your gaze locks with his, "why would I ever feel afraid." His pupils are blown so wide with want that you're half afraid you'll get lost in them. He must feel the erratic beating of your heart, must know the thrill you feel in this moment -
"You should fear what I want to do to you when you say things like that," his voice is low and you feel like you could melt at the implications, which was probably not his intention, but you didn't care.
"And yet you don't even do anything," you sighed languidly, eyelashes fluttering as you find your gaze dropping to his lips, "what a tease -" but then there's two fingers in your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
"And if I tore you apart, would that make you happy?" He practically snarls, but you angle your head to make sure he can see the dreamy look in your eyes. After a few moments of intensity, he moves his hand from your jaw, your mouth, to grip your thigh, to pull you closer.
"Is it what you want?" You feel elated, all kinds of heady and fire-warm. This is the precipice, the moment where he yet again understands you truly mean you'd do anything for him, and his hesitation will evaporate -
"More than anything," he admits, as if his honesty had left him breathless, and he kisses you hard before you have time to think. Pulling you into his lap, he takes the opportunity to fist his hand in your hair. When he pulls hard, it's the first of many wonderfully aching, stinging, bruising moments of the night.
And you learn that there is no blood without violence, not for the Blood God...
There's a sharp pain the moment the blade first breaches your skin, metal along your sternum cool before the pain brings with it heat. You try to bite back your yelp, but can't quite manage it. You've been cut before but never so deliberately, not by someone who looks at you like Techno does now. Techno, sitting carefully on your thighs, doesn't seem to acknowledge it; he drags the blade down the centre of your chest with an almost agonising unwaivability, tears springing to your eyes, trying not to squirm, to make the pain worse.
"Techno," you whimper, his name escaping you almost involuntarily, nervously tugging at your wrist bindings above your head. There's something dark and strangely detached in Techno's gaze as he meets yours.
"I'm okay," you murmur unconvincingly, "I- it hurts more than I thought it would is all, I'm sorry I'm-" though for all your babbling you don't even consider asking him to stop. He presses the flat side of the blade to your ribs and reaches out with his free hand to carefully wipe away your tears.
"You're so good," there's something hungry in his eyes, "so good to me... beautiful like this." And something clicks in your brain; you'd do anything to keep him talking to you like that, looking at you like that.
"More- please, again," you choke out, a desperate gasp as pain and pleasure weave together in your mind. Something about the way you've already begun to beg has his breath catching in his throat, an animalistic noise escaping him. Already his self restraint is all but shredded; before you knew he'd hesitate, or check in with you, but now -
"More what?" A demand for an answer. The blade is ice cold and feather light against your skin.
"Blood, please," stutters from your lips as you try to lean up to kiss him. Instead, he keeps one hand firm on your shoulder against the table, wearing a pleased smile as he instead dips to keys you, "my love, make me bleed."
He seems to derive pleasure from the way you whimper against his lips, your faint noises of pain as he carefully carves into the skin of your sternum while kissing you. It's starting small, he tells you, at least for now, having left a simple geometric pattern on your sternum that he admires as he fucks you. He lavishes you with praise, works hard to get you off but leaves you a bloody mess until well after the afterglow has faded.
When he tells you it will leave a beautiful scar, something inside you lights up with joy, with love.
"I can take more, I -" already you're babbling, offering. He hasn't untied you; the ache of your bound wrists is comfortingly familiar as you allow yourself to be taken care of.
"Don't," Technoblade warns you firmly, looking up from where he's cleaning and dressing the wounds. Even so, he seems calmer and steadier than he's been in a long while, as if granted a brief moment of mental peace after what had just occurred.
"You keep offering something very dangerous, but maybe your naivete is part of why I find you so precious," he pauses for a long moment before leaning in to press a kiss to the edge of the bloody pattern he was responsible for. A thin line of your blood shines by the corner of his mouth as he pulls back and smirks up at you. You're desperate to kiss him, but you knew it would interrupt his care, and you'd probably remain restrained past the point of it being enjoyable.
"Did it help?"
He is quiet for a long moment after your question. Finally, he spoke.
"How much did it hurt?"
"What?"
"Tell me how much it hurt," there was an unexpected dark edge to his voice now, something pleased and almost smug. He's holding bandages but his hands have stilled, "when you begged me to carve into you like that," it's that hunger again, the same you'd seen the moment you'd winced and gasped and squirmed once he'd finally put the blade down in favour of admiring his work, now free hand between your thighs.
Now he's just... admiring you, bound, marked, still comfortable at his mercy. Looking at the angry red lines in your skin, he can see the blood slowly seeping from them, his personal form of art. Carefully, you wet your lips, shifting the barest amount against the still bloodstained linens.
"It was awful," you murmur honestly, "it still is kind of unbearable, more than I expected." He blinks slowly, hands still hovering inches away from your torso. He hears it, you know he hears it, the way you speak so carefully about the pain without a hint of negativity. He's a sudden rush of movement, kissing you with newfound intensity, one hand coming to cup your face while the other he presses flat against the still fresh wound.
"I could kill you, you silly, porcelain thing," he groans, as if turned on by the very idea he's warning you about.
"Could you?" A breathless, wanton gasp escapes you, and it turns to a pained whimper as he presses against the wounds more insistently, which he echoes with a pleased noise of his own, "please, I need you to -"
For the first time in a long time the voices seem sated. They've had their fill of violence, of blood, of you, they're practically sick with how they've gorged themselves on all you've offered for them. But Techno himself? He loves to know just how much it hurts, and loves to make you beg for it nonetheless. He loves knowing how far you'll let him go, how much you'll endure and still ask for more. He loves the proof of your devotion. He will never get enough.
And you?
You want to wear the scars like the proof of your love for him, with pride. You now understand and appreciate the pain he's inflicted on others in your honour. You relish in knowing you can satisfy all he craves in a way that no-one else ever would.
But mostly, you crave those moments, the bloody handprints he leaves on your thighs, the gentle way he caresses the ice cold blade against your skin, and the look in his eyes as you whimper, like you're the only thing in the world that has ever mattered.
I don't know if this is available to request, so tell me if it isn't,
Techno or dream with an S/O (he/him pronouns if possible) that has really bad panic attacks? One day he blacks out before his s/o comes home and they find him kind of laying there on the ground with like cuts (or bruises) all over his body.
Agnst to comfort maybe? Headcannons or drabble is fine :) <3
hihi, this is a perfect request thank you! i hope you enjoy <3
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c!DSMP x [he/him] Reader - Hold Me Close
[Dream, Technoblade]
genre: /rom, drabble, angst to comfort
warnings: panic attacks, injured reader due to fall
master list <3
Dream
One thing about Dream and you's relationship was that he cared for you. He absolutely loved spoiling you with whatever you wanted. He didn't mind having to move mountains for you to make sure you were comfortable in every way possible.
So when you first told him about your panic attacks he'd made sure to learn everything; what to do, say, how to avoid them as a whole. Of course, he couldn't be there for everything, and there were times when he'd come home to find you rocking in your bed, or just with tears rolling down your cheeks. But it never got to the point it had when he'd return home one day two weeks ago.
He'd walked into the house, eerily silent, and called out for you. You didn't respond and he began marching around the house searching for you. And he'd found you passed out in the dining room, a cut over your eye and a few bruises on your arms.
"Shit!" He quickly went to pick you up, carrying you to your bed. He grabbed a towel and ran it under some cool water and started cleaning up your cut. "Hey baby, wake up for me yeah? You okay?"
You started to stir awake at his voice. "Hey, there you are love. What happened? You hurt yourself pretty good."
"I um, I'm not sure. I was just getting a snack and then it happened. I could feel it happening but I just, I guess it happened too quickly for me to react."
"It's alright, I'm here now. Tell me what you need."
Technoblade
Techno showed he cared in a different way. It was a little less focused on the avoidance (not completely, of course) and more on the way he could help you once there was no way to avoid it.
He was the safety blanket that weighed you down when you felt like you were going to float away. Literally and metaphorically. He gave into your every request, even if it was just laying on the floor with you.
So when he comes home and finds you on the floor, small bruises all over your arms and legs, he's super upset. Falls next to you and checks that you're still breathing, lifting your head and softly running his fingers through your hair.
"Darling, c'mon, you're alright." Once you come to a little, you start complaining about your head hurting, so he lifts you onto the couch in the hopes that some pillows will help.
He gets you ice and water, some medicine for the pain then starts to observe your various cuts and bruises.
"I'm sorry. These hardly compare to the ones you come home with after an outing with Phil, huh?"
"Mm...no. If anything they are greater than mine. They represent a different battle, one that I could never imagine dear. I tell Phil all the time, "He's stronger than me. I can lift an ax, but he can lift the world." "
He smiled at you, then begins to quickly patch you up.
Warnings: none
Pronouns: you/yours
Words: 164
Note: In honor of The Blade reaching 10 MILLION SUBS!!!
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Techno climbed down the ladder, walking to your side. you offered him the mug of tea you had just finished. Normally, his face was neutral when he woke up. He'd smile when he saw you, but there was no frown. This morning was an exception. His lips were downturned in a thoughtful frown.
"Techno? What's wrong?" You asked him, concerned.
"It's the voices," he admitted. "They're saying something... different."
Your heart spiked. The voices were never good. Always screaming about blood and anarchy. "What are they saying? Is it worse?"
Techno laughed. "Oh no, it's quite the opposite. They're congratulating me."
An incredulous smile rose to your face. "Not saying that they shouldn't be doing that, but what are they congratulating out on? I mean, the voices are never this positive."
"They're saying 'Congrats, King!' 'Happy Ten Million' 'I Was Here'"
huh. "Strange," you mused, leaning into the warmth of his body. "But it sounds nice."
idk what happened but this is barely an x reader lol sorry
ngl some tension between reader and phil 😏 i couldn’t help myself
not proofread and sorry i couldn’t decide between past and present tense this hurts to read
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Your eyes fluttered open to find yourself in the dark. You didn’t know exactly what had roused you- the wolves in the distance had never woken you before, you were used to them, and there weren’t many other noises that could’ve woken you up.
Still, you peeled Technoblade’s arm off of you and sat up. Your feet hit the cold floor and you shivered, quickly getting up to grab a blanket off of the chair in the corner. You wrapped the plush blanket around your shoulders and snuck out of the room. You closed the door as quietly as you could and walked down the dark hallway.
You grabbed a lantern from the living room and lit it. The warm glow lit up the room and you made your way into the small kitchen. You set the lantern down on the counter and collect some water in a pot, using a match to start up a fire for the stove. You set the pot down to boil and take a seat at the dinner table, pulling the blanket around you tighter. You decided to ask Phil to get a fire going once he woke, he usually got up before you and Techno.
Once the water was boiling, you got up and grabbed a teabag and a mug. You placed the teabag in the mug and poured the water in, making sure you didn’t splash any. The sound of a door being opened alerted you before the footsteps found you. “Good morning.” Phil’s voice called. “Mm, you want some tea?” You offered, you voice not quite used to talking yet.
“Why are you awake?” Phil inquired. You shrugged, “I dunno.” You went and grabbed some honey so you could pour some in your tea. “Go sit down, I’ll finish it for you, love” Phil says, trying to nudge you out of the way. “Actually, I was hoping you’d start up a fire, I’m freezing.” You tell him. “Yeah, alright.” He agreed and headed into the living room, where the fireplace was. You finished up you tea and took a sip, making sure it was to your liking. You quickly made Phil’s tea and put the pot in the sink.
As you carried the cups to the living room, Phil pulled on a big jacket. “I’m gonna go grab some firewood,” he mumbled and headed outside. You set the cups on the coffee table and went back to the kitchen to grab your blanket. You wrapped it around yourself and waddled toward the living room. Unfortunately, Techno must’ve forgotten to put his pickaxe away and you tripped over it, landing on the hard floor with a loud thud. “Damn!” You cursed loudly at the pain coming from your foot, then immediately remembered you were supposed to be being quiet so Techno could sleep.
“(y/n)?” Speak of the devil. Technoblade was at your side and for a moment you wondered how he got there so quietly. “What are you doing up? Why are you on the floor? Are you okay?” He bombarded you with questions as he lifted you off the floor. “Go back to bed, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You muttered as he set you on the couch. “Where’s Phil?” Techno asked, ignoring you. “Getting firewood.” You said, Tech gave you a quick look-over. “Where are you hurt?” He asked.
“I’m not hurt. I stubbed my toe on your stupid pickaxe!” You tell him and he chuckles, finally relaxing. “What time is it?” He leaned back into the couch, wrapping his arm around you. “It’s very early. Me and Phil were gonna have tea.” You tell him. “That’s nice,” he mumbled through a large yawn. “You can go back to bed.” You tell him, holding back a smile. “No, no, I’ll stay out here with you and Phil.” He said, rubbing his eyes.
The front door opens, and Phil starts talking “This should be enough- oh good morning Techno.” he greeted, the cold having turned his face red. “Morning.” Tech mumbled. “He’s not fully awake yet.” You tell Phil and he nods in understanding, putting some of the firewood in the fireplace. “I finished your tea so you’d better drink it before it gets cold.” You say as he pokes the fire with the poker, he stands up. “Right, thanks.” He says and sits down on the other couch, reaching out to grab his tea.
“Techno, are you sure you don’t want to go to bed, mate?” Phil asked after drinking some of his tea. “‘m fine.” Tech replied quietly, but after some light conversation between you and Phil, you glanced over at him to see him passed out.
description: you realise that it was never going to work with dream, techno was the right one all along
note: enjoy, techno simps.
“i’m sorry, dream,”
but your words were already echoing in the void of his mind. when you told him you wanted to talk to him after school, this wasn’t exactly the conversation he had hoped
“i know i’m an awful person for this, but i can’t go on the date with you, it’s not right, especially if i think i like somebody else.”
dream couldn’t exactly pinpoint the emotion he was feeling, but the awful guttural feeling told him enough that he needed to know. god, how he wished he figured out his emotions before everything went wrong, then you probably wouldn’t be standing in front of him and telling him your feelings for somebody else.
he bit down harshly on his lip, staring into your guilt-filled hues. “is it technoblade?”
you swallowed slowly. you wanted to say no, but you couldn’t lie to him.
avoiding his gaze, you looked downwards and nodded, refusing to look at the expression of disappointment and sadness that was on his face, and the way his glum, green eyes didn’t have the glint in them anymore. you swore you could hear the cracking of his heart in your own ears and you hated it
“we can still be friends… right?” you asked, it felt too selfish of you to ask for his friendship after rejecting him, but you didn’t want to go back to strangers after everything you’d been through.
dream forced a smile on his lips as he felt himself shrink.
however, it wasn’t like dream was surprised. techno had been the one who had done it all right, treating you the way you deserved from the very beginning. it was hard not to notice the look on your face when somebody mentioned him, he made you happy.
“of course we can. have fun on your date,” he said, swiping his tongue across his lips. you felt yourself relax, pulling him into a small hug.
“thank you,” you whispered. the grin was evident on your face when you said it, dream pushed down the last bit of regret as you held each other, trying to convince himself he was just happy because you were. even if he wasn’t the reason behind it.
you tightly gripped onto techno’s arm as he opened the car door for you, taking a breath of the cold, fresh air. the view of the fairground was mesmerising, different colours of neon lights flashed in all areas. in each direction. of all places you could’ve gone on a date, you didn’t expect to end up at a funfair.
“it gets crowded, so just hold onto my arm so you don’t get lost,” he told you, leading you to the entrance where a man checked your tickets. you nodded, you didn’t really want to let go of his bicep anyways.
your eyes wandered from different food stands to the ferris wheel, which towered over the rest of the fairground. the night felt surreal as different couples and families rushed from one place to another.
you finally landed your focus on a small shooting range, only thanks to the ginormous farm animal plushies that hung from the front.
“do you want one?” you heard. you’d forgotten who you came with for a moment. you turned to him with wide eyes
“they’re so cute,” you whispered, looking towards the plushies as a subtle chuckle erupted from techno.
“bet i can win one,” he said, already making his way to the range, and you giddily held onto him as he did.
“okay, but do you even know how to shoot?”
well- it turned out he did.
techno managed to hit each metal duck down with perfect precision, not missing a single one. the man at the stand was even a little taken back by it. you only blinked in disbelief, not knowing whether to be concerned or impressed that he could handle a gun so well.
“which one do you want?” the man at the stand said, balancing on a small stool, ready to take down one of the plushies.
“the pig. please,”
techno turned to look at you weirdly.
“you want the pig?”
“yes, i want the pig, it reminds me of you in a way” you chuckled. grabbing the stuffed animal from the man’s grasp and cuddling it immediately.
“i can’t tell if i’m supposed to be endeared or offended,” he muttered
“not like that! i meant it’s pink like your hair!” you corrected quickly.
“you’re probably the first person to ever compare their date to a swine,”
you rolled your eyes. “probably,”
techno played it once more so he could win something for tommy too, you didn’t think your heart could get warmer. you attempted the shooting range yourself so you could win something for him, but you only managed to win one of the tinier plushies, of which he chose a pig too. but little did you know that the tiny pig plushie meant the world to him.
the evening moved on slowly, allowing you to take in every passing moment and cherish it. techno was quite obviously a reserved person, and you could tell he didn’t want to portray his excitement too much, yet the way he looked at you as your own excitement got the best of you was hard to miss.
so far, you had gone on two rides and tried out a couple of food stands. the cotton candy was disappointing, but the taste of milkshake you tried next had managed to wash away the foul taste.
“we should go on the spinny thing,” you said. it had switched from him leading you places to you leading him to wherever you pleased. techno was just glad you were having fun.
“we’re going to throw up, have you not noticed how much we’ve eaten tonight?”
“but it looks fun!”
it looked like a death trap, but you were willing to try new things
“it moves at like 50 miles per hour, we are not going on that,”
“please?”
“let’s go on that ‘spinny thing’ instead,” he pointed towards the enormous ferris wheel, which thankfully moved at a much slower pace and would not end up with you emptying out your stomach.
“fiiine,” you sighed playfully, but you were more eager to get on it than he was.
you held your plushie tightly as the two of you stepped onto the carriage, you sat close to the edge to get a full view of the luminous lights that lit up the black sky. techno shuffled closer to you, taking your hand slowly as the carriage began to rise higher. you felt your face heat up at the action, squeezing his hand to let him know it was okay.
techno tried to downplay it, you couldn’t sense any sort of flustered expression, but really, he’d never felt his stomach do flips the way it had at that moment.
the silence was comforting as you two just sat on the ferris wheel, watching the view from the top with your interlocked fingers, and now you had your head rested comfortably on his shoulder. you weren’t one to have many experiences with relationships (obviously), but it just felt so right with him.
“hey techno?” you mumbled quietly after a moment
he hummed in response, looking down at you as you shifted to position yourself upright. you could barely make out his features with the shadows of the night but it was like he could read you. he held your breath as he started to lean in, but you reciprocated his actions, and finally, both your slightly chapped lips were caught in a soft, sweet kiss.
you sat quietly in the car as techno took a seat in the driver’s seat, taking in the last moments of the night. if this was only the first date, you could only imagine whatever you two had in store next.
“thank you, this night was amazing,” you broke the silence. you were so grateful for tonight
a small smile crossed his face as he turned on the engine, “it’s not over yet,”
you knitted your eyebrows together in confusion. “what do you mean?”
you understood what he meant when you were parked outside a house, only for a familiar blonde boy to come running out of it seconds later. you laughed as you excitedly rushed out of the car to greet him
“[y/n]!” he yelled
“tommy!”
“hey tommy,” techno ruffled his hair.
“did you have fun? what did you get? did you buy me anything?” he questioned at once, trying to grab the small pig plushie that techno held in his hands. techno swatted his hands away lightly.
“if you must know tommy, we had a great time,” techno assured, pulling out the toy he’d specifically won for him and gave it to him. “and that’s for you. you can ask more questions when we go inside, it’s cold,”
tommy rolled his eyes at his older brother, “okay, okay- but one more question for [y/n],”
#3 and 47 from this prompt list! Check out my masterlist here! This is in the DreamSMP Au. I
This is a Technoblade x GN reader!
So in this AU I am making it so that your cannon lives are shown on your left wrist. And if someone types something in chat or if someone joins the server, it appears as text on your right arm until you dismiss it! If you are confused feel free to ask me any questions!
Part Two! Part Three! Part Four!
Y/N finally meets the one that everyone has been walking on eggshells over.
Y/N’s POV
I will never forget the gasps, murmurs, and then tense silence that followed the notification that everyone received on their right arm. Technoblade had joined the SMP. I didn’t understand why it was such a big deal though. Of course I had heard the stories. The horrors that he had done. The fights he picked and won. The amount of blood that had been shed at his hands had earned him the title of “The Blood God”. But when push comes to shove, he’s just another mortal man.
Everyone was a little freaked out and on edge because of the new addition to the server. I mean, Schlatt had just banished Techno’s family, his two brothers, from the nation that they created and fought for. Everyone knew that family was everything to Techno and if there was one thing Techno would do anything for it was his family. He would literally go to hell and back if it meant that his brothers and his father were safe.
Finally after a few minutes of everyone holding their breath, I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and went on with my work, cleaning up the election decorations. All eyes turned to me “Y/N” Niki hissed, “Do you not understand what just happened? He could be anywhere” I let out a joyless laugh as I looked at my best friend, “You really think he’s going to come here right away? With nothing on him? With his brothers on the run? You think he’s going to worry about coming here, where it would be a 1 vs…” My eyes scanned the crowd doing a quick mental count, “15 plus? Come on Niki, think with that big brain of yours.” I claimed, a little annoyed, as I took down a banner.
Niki let out a shaky sigh but nodded and continued helping me. “You’re right,” I chuckled at her response and bumped her shoulder, “You know I always am”. Soon, everyone went back to their own tasks, forgetting the news we all had just received. ‘See Mr. Pig Man Blood God’ I silently thought to myself, ‘You’re not as scary as you may think’.
*Time skip*
A week and a half had gone by since Technoblade had joined the server and no one had seen him. Like I had predicted, he immediately had searched and met up with his brothers and had stayed clear of the main part of the server. That being said, I should have known that he would rear his pink head at some point…
When I first joined the server, I had made myself a small farm for food. Well of course everyone found out about it and wanted a part of it. So my small farm grew and grew. When Niki built her bakery, she needed a steady supply of well… supplies. Sugar, wheat, eggs, milk, and all that. I had plenty and I was more than happy to give her what she needed in exchange for baked goods. So once a week I would haul boxes of supplies across the SMP from my farm to her bakery.
Everyone was aware of this and so on these days everyone would stay out of my way. Which is why I was so surprised to slam into someone while carrying a box of eggs to the bakery.
I let out a huge gasp as the sound of eggs cracking filled my ears as I slammed into someone. The box fell out of my hands as raw egg covered my hands and body. “What the hell!” I cried out, looking up to yell at whoever had just crashed into me. I was momentarily stunned. There in the flesh, right in front of me, stood the Blood God himself, Technoblade. My surprise didn’t last long as I remembered why I was angry in the first place.
“What the hell are you doing here? It’s bakery day, sure you didn’t know that, but you should have taken the hint not to be here when you didn’t see anyone walking this part of the Prime path!” I shouted at the pink haired man. Techno’s brown eyes widened as I verbally attacked him. “And now I’m covered in raw egg! This is not pleasant! It’s gross and sticky and cold and I do not enjoy it! You are sooooo lucky I have a change of clothes at the farm and that my chickens laid a lot of extra eggs this week or else you would have had to explain to dear sweet Niki why she wouldn’t be able to open her cute bakery this week.” I hissed out.
“I’m sorry,” Techno began with a raised eyebrow, “Do you not know who you’re talking to?” He questioned with a deep voice. I let out a loud scoff at the audacity of his question, “Of course I know who you are, Mr. Blood God,” I mocked. “So. You do know who I am and what I am capable of.” I scoffed at his smug words. “I said I did, didn’t I? And frankly I couldn’t care less about you and your reputation. You’re just a guy. A guy that has ruined my day because I now have egg all over me!” I complained, wiping my hands on my pants.
I reached down and began picking up the box and the eggs and egg shells that had fallen on the ground.“You know, I could kill you with no hesitation?” Techno claimed as he crouched down, moving his face close to mine. “I’ve done it before to many others. They blink and my sword has entered their chest. I’ve probably slaughtered more people than you’ve ever met in your life,” Techno mused, a smug smirk tugging on his lips.
I looked up from my box with a blank expression on my face, “Am I supposed to be scared of you? Is that supposed to scare me? Make me shake in my boots?” I questioned, my eyebrow raised. Techno’s smirk slowly slipped off his face. He quickly stood up and stared at me in shock, “Didn’t you hear me? I could kill you!” He explained. I rolled my eyes and also stood up. “So could another human. Literally anyone else. So could a fall from a huge height. So could a dedicated chicken. You’re not special.” I stated, turning on my heel and began walking back toward my farm.
“So you’re really not scared of me?” I heard Techno question as he began to jog to catch up to me. “Haven’t I made that clear? You may have scary stories and legends surrounding you, but when it comes right down to it, you’re a man. Well, part pig, part man, but a man and mortal all the same.” Techno let out a scoff, “Technoblade never dies,” he claimed. “But you could. You have three cannon lives just like the rest of us.” I concluded.
Techno silently followed me as I moved through the barn, replacing the eggs that had cracked when we collided. After I filled the box once more, I set it down before stepping into the bathroom I had built. “I’ll be right out. Don’t touch anything.” I commanded. Techno gave me a mock salute before looking around the barn once more. I closed the door and quickly cleaned up. I took off my egg covered clothes, washed my hands and body before putting on the clean clothes I kept here.
I found Techno where I left him. “You ready to go?” I questioned softly. His eyes trailed from my horses back to me as he gently nodded. I made my way back to the boxes before picking the egg box back up. “Is this going to?” Techno asked. I looked over and found him pointing at the last box needing to go to the bakery. “Yeah, but you don’t have to-” I was cut off by Techno picking up the box. “Let’s go” He said walking out the door. I let out a laugh before following him, being sure to close the door behind me.
The two of us made small talk about anything and everything on our way to the bakery. Techno told me all about Wilbur and Tommy’s constant squabbles and I told him all about everyone’s wariness ever since he joined the server. Techno helped me put everything away, which caused me to be done a lot sooner than I usually get done. The two of us left the bakery and made our way back outside. We began strolling the prime path and subconsciously came to a stop where the two of us met.
Our conversation died down and the two of us stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. I finally cleared my throat, “Thank you for helping me today. I really appreciate it.” I thanked, running a hand through my hair. Techno mirrored my actions with a shy smile on his face, “No problem. It’s the least I could do.” There was a slight pause before he spoke again, “Hey. Listen. I’m sorry for threatening you earlier. It’s just… Everyone I’ve ever met has been terrified of me and when you weren't… It really threw me for a loop. So… thanks. Thank you for giving me a chance.” I let out a giggle at his vulnerability, “It’s no problem…. Maybe when this is all over and you and your brothers are welcome back into L’Manberg, we could hang out more.” I offered. Techno gave me a soft smile and a gentle nod, “Yeah. I’d like that. A lot.”
“Techno!” A voice whisper shouted. The two of us jumped at the sudden interruption and turned to look at who had called the pink haired man’s name. It was Wilbur. “There you are! Where have you been?!” He questioned, marching up to the two of us. Techno made a gesture to me. Wilbur’s eyes shifted to me. I gave him a smile and a wave. “Hey Wilbur. It’s great to see you” Wilbur’s eyes softened as he gave me a smile, “Hey Y/N. It’s so good to see you too. We’ve got to go. Techno was supposed to be on a spy mission, but I see he got distracted…” I laughed at his words and nodded. “Something like that,” Techno claimed, rubbing the back of his head a blush.
“Well it was great to see you Wilbur. Tell Tommy I miss him and that I say to stop trying to decorate with things that aren’t his, yeah?” Wilbur gave me another soft smile and nod, “Will do Y/N. Tell Niki I miss her?” I returned his smile and nod. I then turned to Technoblade and gave him a smile as well, “It was lovely to meet you. I really hope this is over soon so I can show you my weapons collection.” Techno’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “It was amazing to meet you too Y/N. And I would love that. So much.” I giggled at his response and nodded. “I knew you would. Bye guys.” I gave them both one last smile before turning and headed back to my farm.
As I was leaving I overheard the next part of Techno and Wilbur’s conversation. “So… Y/N huh?” “Shut up.” “Who knows, when this thing is all over maybe you’ll get together and have pink haired, Y/E/C babies… Oh I would be the best uncle and-” “I’ll give you a five second headstart.” “Oh come on Techno-” “Five” “Please” “Four” “Tech-” “Three” “You know it’s-” “Two” “Oh come on” “One” “OH GOD! RUNNING!”
I let myself look over my shoulder at the two. Sure enough Wilbur was sprinting down the prime path as fast as he could, but Techno was right behind him. “Get over here!” Techno shouted after Wilbur. “NO!” I let myself giggle at the two’s antics. My eyes focused on the two for as long as I could, but soon enough the two were out of my view and my ear shot. Oh I can’t wait until this is all over.
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no but once philza gets Techno out of the prison, imagine the desperation he has when he goes to find you. You weren’t allowed to visit him when he was in there because Sam and Quackity knew you would try to get him out so he hasn’t seen you in three months. You are on your way back from collecting wheat from the farm when all of a sudden your basket it knocked out of your hands and you are encased by a set of arms. At first you panic not knowing who it was but the moment you breathe in you know it’s him. You turn around wanting to see him. He moves to hold your face as he looks you over, needing to know that you’ve been ok. Despite the tears in your eyes you give him the biggest smile you can manage. He would laugh, tears in his eyes as well before he wraps his arms around you again burying his head in you neck breathing in deeply.
