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.”
Warnings: nsfw, hints at knife kink and choking and food kink, chef!Techno, sex in the kitchen.
You loved your chef, everything about him, regardless of how silly it was. Like when you woke up at eleven pm expecting to feel your human radiator laying next to you. Instead you heard low singing downstairs, you proceeded to slip on his dark blue short sleeved t-shirt leaving your necklace hanging out, that ring dangling on the end of it.
You tiptoed down the stairs hearing slow jazz music flowing through the house, a small knowing smile tugged at your lips. You leaned against the doorframe gazing upon your lover. His hands rolling a ball of cookie dough as he stood at the island in the middle of the kitchen. A soft sigh escaping your lips, you knew him cooking late at night meant he had something on his mind. Something bothering him, but you’d talk about that later.
“God I love you standing in my kitchen,” he muttered, his heart skipping a beat seeing you standing there in his shirt. A sight he’d seen a million times before and yet it’s always the first time again. You looked so perfect, his eyes flickering to the ring hanging around your pretty neck. His hand twitched wanting to be wrapped around it instead.
“Our kitchen.” You raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. Taking a minute to look him over, you see his hands covered with cookie dough, his hair pulled back into a bun. And god his eyes, you could stare into them all day and never get bored of looking. But what catches your attention most of all, he’s wearing nothing but the ‘I love me some sugar’ apron you got him for Valentine’s Day.
His reason? Because he “Didn’t want to make a mess Sugar, speaking of come here,” he beckons you over and there’s no way you say no when he looks so so so delicious, you let him tug the shirt from your body, “don’t wanna ruin that shirt,” he grins from ear to ear chucking it across the kitchen. “Taste this for me,” he slips a finger into your mouth humming when you suck the sweet cookie dough off his skin.
“So sweet.” You purr, going to suck his index finger next, a groan slipping out of your Chef when you blink up at him.
He has to be honest he was so shy and reserved before you met, you’d guided him to become the scoundrel he is today. You seem to bring out the very worst in him, he can’t help himself when he’s around you. Before meeting you Techno would never in his wildest fantasies be standing in a kitchen with nothing but an apron on with his fingers, in anyones mouth, let alone yours.
“You gunna finish making these cookies or what?” You had giggled. His face contorting in adoration at the sound. He washed the rest of the dough off his hand and turned back to the worktop.
He can’t help but feel the stir in him when he picks up the knife to cut more chocolate up. Something else he’d never imagined would get to him in this way, you didn’t even know yet, no not yet another time.
You pressed your bare chest to his bare back, wrapped your arms around his body and slowly slipped your hands down, slithering them underneath his apron. He grunts as you grip his hard cock in your hand. If he was honest he’d been hard the second he saw you standing there. Your lips pressing kisses across his back as you move your hand up and down, and up and down, and up and down…
“Yes, just like that Sugar,” makes your panties instantly drenched. You continue to pump him, his knife discarded on the the work top as he hunches over slightly. God you loved it when he was vocal and by the sounds of the sinful moans dripping from his gorgeous form you could melt into a puddle of want.
“Just,” a grunt of frustration caught your attention, his large hands removing yours, “just let me,” he turns grunting again, his hands under your arms pulling you up and placing you on the only free space of the worktop, “fuck. Yes.” He groans pulling your underwear to the side and pushing inside you, his head falling to the curve of your shoulder.
He went still inside you, muttering something under his breath like, can’t cum yet, pussy so good, Techno pushed a piece of chocolate into your mouth moaning as he kissed you. “Tec please, please move. Need you to fuck me,” you begged and he complied letting his hips move against yours.
You suckled on the sweet chocolate, whimpering around it. His hot cock fucking into you so hard your delirious, your head lolling back letting your hands fall with you. Please please please.
“I know Sugar, I know. I’ve got you.” Techno gets a grip on himself for you, he has to for you. He can’t drown in the pleasure that is your delicious cunt just yet. He wants needs to make you cum, to drench him first and foremost. And he does, he makes you cum hard until you see a plethora of colours explode behind your eyes. Only then, only when you’ve been utterly spent does he let himself go, filling you up to point you feel heavy.
“Are you kidding! You know exactly what doppelgänger means.” You frown looking at Dylan with exasperation in your eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me to begin with? I would’ve stayed the night.” He says shaking his head, annoyance underling the worry in his tone.
“I didn’t think you’d believe me.” You sighed rubbing your hands down your face.
“Well I do. And there’s no way I’m letting you stay here alone.” That won’t do.
“You don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” You scoff secretly hoping that he stays, you’d feel safer. You didn’t sleep at all last nice, kept the light on at all times and the door locked.
“Doesn’t matter, if there’s some creep in the walls of this place I’m not letting you stay here alone. We both watched The Boy together.” He says his voice getting higher pitched.
“Dylan.” You warn.
“And don’t give me all that Brahms is hot bullshit.” He points at you wiggling his eyebrows looking with fake disgust.
“He built.” You joked singing the 6 foot tall and super strong tune, managing to forgot the creepiness for a couple of seconds.
Dylan shakes his head with a small grin “Here.” He hands you his car keys, “go and get some food for us and I’ll make up a bed in one of the rooms.” He smiles softly waiting for you to take the keys, which you do.
Your fingers tap against the steering wheel almost hoping to transfer all your worries to the circular object. You shouldn’t have left him there alone if there was something, someone in the walls it was probably the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. You knew from the moment you left that you shouldn’t have.
After grabbing dinner you sped back to the manor trying your hardest to convince yourself that everything’s fine. But that reassurance didn’t last for long when you opened the door.
An ear piercing scream burns your lungs at what you find. Dylan unconscious on the floor, his body drowned in a pool of blood dripping from his neck.
“I didn’t like him.”
He looked so unremorseful it made you sick. This stunning, tall man dressed in what looked to be a slightly baggy white dress shirt from a different time, black slacks and expensive shoes. His face so sharp and so pale, the deep red eyes pierced your soul.
Wait. Red eyes.
“Y-You.”
“Y-You.” He mimicked with a chuckle, his slender figure circling yours. Like a predator circles their prey.
Your face contorts with a fury you haven’t ever felt before. It bubbles so deep within you that you think it’s going to make you explode. Before you can even open your mouth, the man whooshed in front of you, one hand on the back of your neck the other wrapped around the front.
The words disappear from your throat as he squeezes, his face getting closer with yours little by little until he inhales so sharply you see his nostrils flare. A deep husky hum emanates from his chest, it rumbles through you bringing your body buzzing to life.
His eyes flutter close eyelashes sitting prettily against his pale cheekbones and a second passes before those blood red eyes are back on you. Examining every inch of you. Your frozen in place when they meet your gaze, like something is stopping you from moving.
“You will forget who Dylan is and forget what happened to him. You will have no memory of him at all.” His pupils dilate with each syllable that drips from his plump lips.
Then the words pour out before you can stop them, “I will forget who Dylan is and forget what happened to him. I will have no memory of him at all.”
You have to blink a few times but for some reason you feel lighter, like a heavy weight had been lifted off of your chest leaving behind a gorgeous looking man in front of you.
“Don’t scream or try to run.” He says and you nod, you don’t mean to but you do. Your feet moving to follow him when he goes upstairs, “I used to live here.” He starts as if you asked, “this was my home during the Georgian era. It was rather beautiful, filled with lavish parties and beautiful dames. It was rather magnificent to be rich during those times.” He scoffs cockily.
He leads you into the master bedroom, your whole body freezes when he turns to face you. “Then I died,” your frown harder than you already had been, “well was killed.” He chuckles lightly as if it was a joke.
You want to say something but those words don’t form, the sentence is all jumbled. “They succeeded obviously, and the house was abandoned until your grandfather purchased it in the sixties. Ah the swinging sixties.” He smiles at the few memories drifting through his head.
“Then something happened, it was truly strange. You grandfather married someone, she was beautiful and kind. Her smile could light up an entire room. She was-“ his eyes turned dark, “she died. Vampire hunters got to her right after I turned her.” His hands squeeze together forming fists his anger swirling around the room.
You don’t notice it but your breathing had stopped, you couldn’t seemed to get enough air into your lungs. Was that your grandma? Vampire? Is she the lady in the picture.
“Breathe Sosia.” He orders and automatically you gulp down deep bubbles of air. “Good girl.” His lips pull into a small smile before it disappears, “Five years pass of your grandfather alone, until he meets your grandmother. She was a strong woman. I liked her. She too died. Rather sad, but your grandfather was left with your mother.”
You desperately want to ask how he knows all this, but you feel you already know. “And that’s all I’ll tell you for today.” He smirks at your unconscious pout moving toward you, his cold hand cups your cheek gently. “Now little one, off to bed with you.” He winks disappearing to clean up the body downstairs.
You instantly unwillingly obey, your mind reeling at all the new information buzzing around your head. You make your way to the bathroom and get yourself ready for bed.
Something, maybe a loophole somewhere allows you to pause outside of the dusty dark room. Your eyes finding the picture hanging on the wall, you notice something you hadn’t before.
Even though her face had been slashed you could still make out her eyes and lips, a little bit of her chin. The familiarity makes your breath hitch, a thud downstairs has you running into your room.
“I look like her.” The gasp slips from your lips in disbelief, you two looked exactly alike. That’s when it clicked, like a puzzle finally being finished. “Sosia.” Another thud downstairs, “doppelgänger.”
Technoblade x reader set after Tommy escapes exile.
Dreamsmp reality
Warnings: slight NSFW hints at the end, violence, murder references.
“Tommy lunch is ready!” You yelled from the doors of your cabin like cottage, your beautiful home that you share with your gorgeous husband and now your nephew in law.
Life had been too cruel to the boy and regardless of your safety you wouldn’t stand by and let him get hurt again. Dream be damned. Though Techno didn’t quite see it that way, he was on the look out every day pacing in front of the windows.
Today was actually the first day in a while that he had left you two alone to go to the place where Tommy was exiled.
With a loaf of bread just cooked, the smell wafting through the air you called on your nephew to come and eat. Tommy who was outside at the time rushed back in ready for the bread he’d been pestering you for all morning.
“Finally!” He grins cheekily grabbing a piece with already spread butter on it, the one you had on your plate, shoving it in his gob before munching away. You stare at him with unamused eyes but when he give you a big smile his mouth full you break smiling along with him.
“Sweetheart!” Techno’s voice pulls you from the sweet moment with Tommy, it’s full of panic and it instantly puts you on edge. He comes through the open door into the kitchen panting, his glaring eyes set on the child in the room.
“Techno.” You warn when he takes a threatening step towards the blonde a murderous look in his eyes. Your hand wraps around his arm pulling him to look at you. “What is it?” You ask putting a gentle spin on your voice to calm the beast.
“Dreams coming here, he just sent a homing pigeon. He wants to have a chat.” He growls his head snapping to Tommy, his anger pulsing from his hot blooded figure.
Tommy gulps at the news, “but I’m at your house!” He starts to panic but the statement sets your Piglin hybrid alight with a ear shattering roar, the hilt of his axe pressing the teenager against the wall.
“Techno!” Both of your hands are wrapped around his large arm trying to use your strength to pull him away as Tommy slowly chokes.
“So is she.” Techno snarls leaning in until Tommy’s bottom lip is quivering, “If he finds her-“ he inhales deeply the voices encouraging him with murderous thoughts.
“Techno! Dream is on his way here! This is wasting time, now let him go!” You grab his jaw moving it so his eyes find your pleading ones. “Let him go.” And he does.
The axe of peace dropping to the ground, such a name for a weapon that has caused so much pain. He pulls you into his chest breathing heavily through his nose, arms cradling you. “I can’t-“ he looses his words the thought of loosing you constricting his air ways.
“I know.” You pull back sliding your fingers through his hair, “you won’t. You promised me.” You smile softly kissing him with such sincerity he can’t do anything but believe you.
“You know where to hide.” He whispers against your lips and you nod turning to see Tommy already in his coat. You blink and warm large hands are sheathing red around your shoulders. You pull the material of Techno’s cloak over you, one last kiss and you’re dragging Tommy to the wall.
One hundred and seventy eight steps from the house to the right behind the bush you find a button. Tommy gapes at the wall that comes down before his eyes, fear glazes them over and you can almost see the flashbacks spinning in his mind.
You have to drag him inside before pushing another button that puts the wall back up again. “Now we wait.” You breath trying to be positive that Techno won’t give Tommy up to that green monster.
-
“Why do you love him?” It’s been about ten minutes since the wall closed the two of you in the wither dungeon as you call it.
“I think that’s an awfully big question for right now.” You smile slightly chuckling at your nephew. He nods biting the inside of his cheek, and you sigh. “Sometimes love just finds you, when you least expect it to. It sneaks up on you and something you never thought would mean anything, suddenly means everything.”
He nods but you can tell he doesn’t quite understand it yet. You hope he does one day.
“I hope he’s okay.” You let out a shuddering breath.
“Techno? You know the guy’s a blood god right? And he’s been in how many wars?” Tommy scoffs and you can see he’s also trying to be positive. Trying to believe in someone after experiencing so much betrayal.
“Yeah I’m sure he’s fine.” You both fall silent after that. Another slow five minutes passing by when the wall starts to come down, who you find behind it isn’t who you thought would be there. Instantly you begin to worry.
“Ghostbur.” You frown standing up from where you were sat, Tommy following suit. “What are you doing here?” You ask softly.
“Techno is inside.” That’s all he says before he walks away.
“Stay here.” You say to Tommy pressing the button behind the bush watching to make sure the wall goes back up before heading back to the house. You burst through the door and regret instantly settles into your bones. You see it on his face too, it’s painful to witness and it. Mmm makes you want to cry.
“Who’s this?” The voice is deep but nothing like Techno’s, it’s taunting and almost pleased. It makes you feel sick. The permanent porcelain smile has your stomach churning.
“Nobody.” Techno grits out and you know he’s going to give you the punishment of a lifetime later.
“Oh?” You can hear the grin in the green devil’s voice, he turns to eye the way Techno’s hands clench together. “I think it’s somebody.” He laughs turning to you. “Name?” He tilts his head mimicking a puppy and Techno wishes he could put as much distance between you and dream as possible.
“As if it’s any of your concern.” You scoff. Techno can’t help but smile at your sassy response. You were always a sassy thing, one of the many things he loves about you.
“You see my dear it is my concern. You a citizen in my lands-“
“You’re lands? Last time I checked Technoblade owned these lands.” You raise an eyebrow, arms folded, one hip out. Techno is eating up the sight of you like this watching with pride circling in his eyes. Dream pauses his eyes racking over you and Techno has to stop himself from gouging his eyes out.
“Well,” Dream starts, “If you find him. You let me know.” He walks towards you and Techno steps toward. Dream staring down at you when he says “because remember, you owe me.” You move away from the green man trying to not let your legs shake as you head upstairs very aware of both sets of eyes burning into the back of your head.
You hear a few murmurs before the door shuts, a couple minutes pass and Techno’s broad chest is pressed against your back. His hands wrapping around your figure in a sensual way, his face pressing against your neck letting him inhale your heavenly sent. He doesn’t like how it’s tainted with worry and anxiety.
Your brute tightens his hold on you, “I will protect you until my dying breath. I did not make that vow unknowingly sweetheart.” His voice is a low rumble that vibrates against your neck.
“I know.” You say your brows furrowing at what he’s getting at.
“I was such a fool for not chaining you to our bed with the door locked.” He chuckles, it’s dark and part of you loves it. A possessive hand wraps around your throat, “I think I should start now.”
Warnings: swearing, George and Techno simping, 18+
Stacy takes a drag of her vape, raises a laminated eyebrow, purses her glossy lips, smoke coming out as she talks, “You like him.”
“Bitch, you better be joking.” You look at her like she grew a second AND third head but of course she saw right through you as did Schlatt.
“She’s not.” Schlatt laughs looking at your perfected ‘stfu’ face.
“She’s not what?” Violet blows a bubble pushing her long straight hair over her shoulder before it pops and she starts chewing again.
“This is boring enough as it is, can you not make it insufferable too?” You shake your head turning on your phone to find a bunch of tweets about last nights stream. Biting your lips to stop the giggle from escaping.
“What are you so happy about?” Stacy glances at you.
“What? I can’t just be happy?“ you weren’t expecting it, genuinely, but all of them said no at the same time. “Damn.” You cringe.
Rowdy, loud guys started lining up behind you and you knew exactly who they were from the sound of their voices. Techno and his friends, Schlatt stepping away from Stacy to join them much to her annoyance.
“Why do we all decide to do laundry on the effing same day?” Alexia asks not wanting an actual answer, her hand locked in with George’s.
“Cause we’re all dumb.” Violet purses her red lips not looking up from her phone as usual.
“Speak for yourself.” Zan struts her way passed the guys, plonking her basket down with yours and Stacy’s.
“How was your lecture?” You asked linking arms with her as she rambled on about thermal nuclear astrophysics. None of which you understood, but liked to hear about.
“How was yours?” She asked about twenty minutes later, you had zoned out. Not thinking about your business lecture but reading more tweets about your stream. To be honest you were trying your best not to listen to Techno’s deep voice. It was kind of addictive.
“Okay unless you’re texting me the answer, you’re rude.” She quips laughing when you poke her in the stomach finally telling her about your lecture. Techno was listening to every word you were saying, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you to his chest, maybe kiss your neck a little.
Finally it was your turn to do your laundry, so focused on putting in the correct amount of detergent that you didn’t spot Techno staring at you from across the room.
“You got it bad huh?” George smirked, chucking his clothes in a washer carelessly ignoring the tut of his girlfriend who pushed him out the way to separate his darks.
“I, no she, like, nah we’re just friendly. Live together yanno.” Techno rubs his neck awkwardly, looking over to see the couple look at eachother then him with almost pain across their faces.
“Well that was excruciating to watch.” Alexia giggled turning on George’s laundry, kissing his cheek and heading over to Zan and you.
“H-How did you..” Techno trials off not wanting to offend his friend.
“Get a girl like her?” George chuckles, it was a frequent question. Alexia just didn’t seem the type of girl that would date a so called ‘nerd’ but no one saw the sweet venerable side to her that he did. “Honestly, I don’t even know.” He smiles, eyes filled with adoration as he looks at his girl. “Sorry bro.” George pats Technos back.
Techno nodded glancing at you to find you already looking at him. He felt his heart start beating faster, his palms started to sweat. He felt like he was gunna be sick when you strutted over to him.
“Wanna go for a walk?”
And you do. You walk around your favourite park, talk about random shit. Practically nothing, but to Techno it’s everything and more.
Summary: The princess has been closed off from the outside world her entire life, when her father throws her into a busy kingdom not only does she find it hard to cope, but she finds comfort in unlikely places.
Warnings: fluff, smut, angst, cheesyness, Techno being too hot to handle, blood, alcohol.
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“She’s not ready for what you’ll enforce upon her Joffrey, she’ll never be ready. You can’t do this, she’s just a girl.” The King’s wife begged at his feet where he sat on the throne.
“Not anymore she’s not. She’s a woman now. A woman with responsibilities. I will hear no more of this!” He stormed out leaving the Queen sobbing on her knees.
His feet led him outside, a heavy sigh escaping his lips just as a gentle giggle caught his attention, his tough exterior softening at the sound. There she was, his lovely daughter, so kind and fair. He watched with a small smile, as she ran around the garden chasing Zeus.
Bright red hair fluttered behind her while her feet moved faster trying to catch up with the canine. The colour always confused the king, her mother’s hair was black and his was brown, how she ended up with hair as red as blood he wouldn’t ever know. She had even questioned it before. He had set the record straight.
“Daddy why don’t I look like you?” She faced the mirror biting her lip nervously.
“What do you mean flower?” The king knelt before his daughter.
“My hair is red, like the Poppy’s that grow in the garden. Not like yours or mama’s.” She pouted.
“That is true little one but, you have your mother’s eyes, and you have my nose.” He booped her little nose making her giggle. “You’re our daughter, regardless of your hair colour. Do you understand?” She nodded
It was very unusual, even the physician couldn’t explain it when the girl was born.
After an unfortunate outing incident with the general public when the girl was two, they decided to keep her away from everything and everyone.
At the sound of your father’s voice calling your name, you turned with a smile on your face.
“Father! Come on Zeus!” You called to your dog to follow you as you jogged over to the king, embracing him. “How are you today Father?”
He frowned at the big smile that graced your face, the one thing he always regretted. You were too kind for this harsh world, for you didn’t know any different.
“I have some news little one.” He enclosed his hands behind his back beginning to walk.
“What is it?” You asked intrigued at your father’s seriousness.
“You’re going away for a while,” you stopped in your tracks at that, “to stay in another kingdom. It’s time you learnt about other cultures and people. You’re getting older and closer to being Queen. This kingdom cannot have a Queen on the throne who doesn’t posses the knowledge of the world.” The king felt as though he’d been struck in the heart when he turned to see his daughter’s face.
Never had he spoken this way to you, but he was right. You needed to learn. No answer left your lips, just a curt nod, that stung even more. Over the next few days you packed your things, getting ready to leave what had always been your home. Part of you was excited, you were getting to see the world at last, but another part of you was scared. What if something bad were to happen? you thought.
What you didn’t know was that someone a three days journey away was thinking and feeling the same thing. What if this didn’t end up how he hoped it would? What would he do then?
A day later, you sat in the carriage tapping your foot nervously. What would this new kingdom be like? Big? Small? Would the weather be different? Would the people be kind?
“Are you alright miss?” Claire, your maid asked. A fifty seven year old woman who had been with you since birth.
“I’m okay, just wondering what everything will be like. I hope the King and Queen are nice.” You bit your lip, eyes wide with innocence. Claire smiled softly, a small tug pulling at her heart because she knew that at some point your innocence would be destroyed. Being Queen meant you had to ruthless and you were anything but.
“I’m sure they’ll be lovely.” She pushed herself to smile past the sad thought.
After a long, long journey you and Claire were stepping out of the Carriage staring up at huge palace. It was certainly grand, the dark-charcoal colour made your skin crawl. It was intimidating, looking up at such a big castle. The building walls were graced with french crystal windows, they sparkled in the sunlight. An enormous pathway of steps were ahead of them, they gave it a big go of climbing them.
Once you’d reached the top, a battalion of guards were waiting for them and the footmen who had lugged the bags up the stairs. After a few seconds which felt like an eternity, the trumpets sounded and out came him. Everyone bowed, his presence was ethereal. His shoulder length hair was tied back, even though he was King he never wore a crown. His piercing red eyes dragged up and down your figure, landing on your blood red hair. Unusual.
His sharp jaw was covered with spiky stubble. The jacket he wore had medals hanging from the left breast pocket. It moulded with his big muscles, a sword attached to his hip. He looked strong and powerful, as a leader should. A little behind him stood a man with light skin, blue eyes, and dirty blond hair.
“Welcome! I’m King Technoblade, you can call me Techno. This is my royal advisor, Philza. Your father has told me a lot about you.” The way he said your name had you shivering and he noticed. Oh did he notice.
“He’s told me nothing about you.” You surprised yourself with your rude reply, and by the look on Techno’s face he was too. From what Joffrey had told him, you were polite and sweet and very respectful. Honestly you didn’t know what came over you.
“Well I’m sure in due time we’ll get to know each other well enough.” You tilted your head slightly, and he almost chuckled at the sight.
“We will?” Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Let’s get you inside shall we, it looks like it will rain soon.” Techno ignored your question and commented on the weather after glancing at the sky. The king and his adviser led you and Claire inside.
The inside of the palace was just as intimidating as the outside. The walls lined with beautiful art “They’re wonderful. Are they originals?” You asked no one in particular, your eyes scanning the paintings.
“Yes, I quite enjoy painting. It’s very relaxing and it passes the time.” The King answered trying to ignore all the different ways he could pass the time, his rubies honing in on you.
“You painted them?” Oh.
“You sound surprised?” He took a step closer, watching the way your shoulders rose slightly he swears he could see the hair rise on the back of your neck.
“I know nothing about you remember, I’m learning.” You gave him a small soft smile, walking along staring at the different paintings. No portraits, only landscapes.
“How about a tour of the palace to get you better acquainted with the space?” Techno suggested.
“The princess is quite tired, maybe the tour could commence tomorrow, if you weren’t otherwise occupied?“ The King glanced at Claire with a nod.
“Wanda, show the Princess to her room. Wanda is your personal maid while you’re staying here. Sleep well Princess, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He bowed, his eyes not leaving yours as he did.
“Goodnight Techno.” He could get used to that.
Wanda led, you and Claire into a rustic yet boujee looking room. A navy blue colour graced the walls, a bed fit for a queen. Gold lacing the rim of it, fluffy pillows and duvet. Navy blue curtains with gold linings. Clearly the room had a theme, it was certainly pretty though.
“I didn’t see the Queen.” You noted looking around the big room, glancing over the white dressing table swiping the well polished wood with your finger to find no dust.
“There isn’t one. Not since King Techno’s mother of course.” Wanda smiled brightly at the princess.
“Oh. My Father didn’t tell me much before I came here.” Claire gave Wanda a look, one you didn’t see too busy looking at the unburnt log sitting in the fireplace.
“I’ll leave you to rest Princess.” Wanda curtsied before leaving. You got ready for bed while the sky grew dark outside, the stars starting to shine caught your attention. You stared up at them from the balcony in your new room, your long dark nightgown blowing in the gentle breeze.
Techno was out for his evening walk when he noticed the princess gazing up at the midnight sky. He leaned against one of the big trees in the palace garden, you were absolutely beautiful. Your father made you sound like you were an innocent flower, but from what he had seen you were a woman who didn’t seem so sweet and innocent. He watched as you went back inside your new room, closing the doors behind you.
OKAY BUT I NEED MORE OF TECHNO WITH PREGNANT READER LIKE THAT WAS SO COZY, IMAGINE ANSWERING QUESTIONS ABT IT WHEN THE OTHERS ASK HHH
Technoblade x pregnant reader - set some time in the future
Dreamsmp reality
I’m thinking about what his reaction would be when he first found out about the pregnancy🤔
Techno made his way downstairs to find Phil and Ranboo making potions. He looked between the two men. “Why?”
“We ran out of blaze powder.” Ranboo said like it explained why his two friends were ransacking his basement.
“Okay.” Techno sighed taking a seat, not moving.
“You alright man?” Phil asked looking over his tired and stressed friend.
“Yeah just worried about Y/N and the baby.”
“How’d it happen?” Ranboo asked.
“When a man loves a woman—“ Phil began, Techno laughed.
“No I mean, did you plan it? Or?” Techno shook his head but smiled nonetheless.
“No we didn’t but that doesn’t matter. We’re still more than happy about it. Well at this very moment shes miserable.” He stated clearly, leaning forward resting his elbows on his legs.
“I still couldn’t believe it when I found out.” Ranboo shook his head in disbelief.
“But you agreed to fight?” Tubbo looked at Techno with a hint of betrayal in his eyes. He sat opposite the crowned beast.
“Things are different now.” Technoblade looked around the table, his friends sat around it. The meeting to plan for the upcoming war.
“What do you mean?” Tommy frowned, he sat on the right of Tubbo and Ranboo on the left.
“Y/N’s pregnant.” He watched everyone’s reactions, mixtures of surprise, happiness and worry.
“Congratulations man.” Phil patted Techno’s back. Wilbur nodding towards the piglin respectfully.
“I know I agreed, but I can’t risk this. I can’t play with the chance that my son or daughter could grow up without a father.” This war was different, was so big and induced so much fear that even the Blood God had reservations.
“What was that?” Phil asked hearing Steve roar once more. Technobalde was out of his seat and running like the flash. He made his way outside, eyes scanning around trying to spot you. He found you standing by Steve’s pen.
“Honey, what are you doing out here?” He jogged over to you. You turned with a handful of snowbells, Techno relaxed slightly. He reached his hand out to help you inside, you walked passed him with a big huff. The piglin followed after you, holding your arm carefully to help you. Sensing your agitated state he should have seen the annoyance coming.
“Techno I can do it myself.” You complained pulling your arm away from your husbands grip. He rubbed his head nervously but nodded. You didn’t wait for his answer and began the climb up the stairs once more. Out of breath when you made it to the top you reached out for Techno’s arm. You sent him a glare as if to say ‘you say anything you’re dead’, he seemed to understand because no laugh or snarky comment came from him. Instead he wrapped an arm around your waist and let you grab onto his free arm. You both walked together further into the house.
“Couch or bed honey?” He asked knowing full well you didn’t have the energy to get all the way upstairs, but also knowing you’d be pissed if he assumed. You were two weeks passed your due date and you were miserable. Way passed the pregnancy glow, you just wanted the baby out. You were big, heavy, tired, it was making you feel crap.
“Couch.” You murmured. He sat you down and practically ran to get a glass of water for you. He sat down next to you, holding the glass. He watched you for a moment, frowning when he heard you sniffle.
“I hate this.” You whispered.
“Oh honey.” He cooed placing the glass on the coffee table. He wrapped his arms around you as you cried into his chest. Your lover held you until you calmed down, by that point you were angry your mood swings kicking in.
“This is so fucking annoying!” He laced his fingers with yours in a way to soothe you.
“I know Darlin, it will be over soon.” He turned your face towards him kissing you softly.
“I’m hungry.” You pouted making him chuckle. He asked what type of food you wanted, you answered with ice cream and he gave it to you. When he did you looked at it for a second before passing it back. “I’m not hungry, I want to sleep.”
“Okay Darlin.” That was his favourite phrase, not only did it make you feel better but it kept him out of trouble. He helped you into a comfortable position on your side, placing a quilt over you and pecking your cheek.
“I can’t wait to sleep on my back again.” You grumbled with your eyes closed. He smiled lovingly at you.
