Content (MDNI!) : just some cursing (and Techno being awkward)
Word count : 821
A/N : fan art by @ AstralRemi on Twitter. Based on this ask ! :)
@uunoia @the-mansa
The first time Technoblade saw you, he absently thought you were pretty. That was it. He was ready to move on with his life; there were potatoes to be harvested, gold to be melded into weapons and blood to be shed.
That was, until The Voices gasped in unison. And that was never a good sign.
TECHNO !
TECHNO LOOK AT HER !
SHE’S- SHE’S MAGNIFICENT, A GODDESS AMONGST FILTH !!!
He could already feel an headache start to bloom behind his eyes, and he sighed silently. The Voices were obnoxiously loud and his jaw hurt from grinding his teeth together. He didn’t have the time for this. The only thing keeping him rooted to the spot was the fact that… this was weird. The Voices had never acted in such a way. They clamored for blood, they made fun of him and sometimes hyped him up, but they never complimented someone else like this.
“…Can I help you?” He was struck out of his thoughts by your voice awkwardly greeting him, a bit creeped out by the fact he had been staring at you for a good five minutes without blinking. Technoblade cleared his throat as The Voices screeched incoherently.
“Nah, I’m fine.” You blinked at him, the two of you standing there in an awkward silence for a minute.
“I’ll… I’ll get going then.” You nodded once and turned around, walking away as Techno stared at your back like an idiot, trying not to bash his head in to make The Voices calm down.
TALK TO HER!
WHY DIDN’T YOU INTRODUCE YOURSELF, YOU ABSOLUTE BOZO ???
THE LEAST YOU COULD’VE DONE WAS COMPLIMENT HER, DUMBASS !!!
Yep, he definitely had an headache.
“Chat… I’m not going to... run after her to introduce myself like a pathetic loser. That’d be creepy.” Technoblade mumbled, to which The Voices cursed loudly in his head, making him grind his teeth against the pain.
He sighed through his nose, taking a few steps towards where you had stood, just to see if you were still around, when his foot hit something in the grass. Looking down, he saw a glass phial filled with a colourful liquid. Huh. Had you dropped a potion ? Picking it up, he turned it over in his hand and thumbed at the cork, closing his eyes in annoyance as The Voices came back with a vengeance.
“Fine.” He shut them up, tired of the throb of pain coming from his brain. Techno looked down at the grass and soil and easily tracked your footsteps, following the path they led towards a nearby lake. There, you were crouching down, filling an empty glass phial with water, humming softly to yourself. The Voices loudly spoke over eachother in Techno’s brain about the wind in your hair, or the sun on your skin, or even the way you crouched.
A few steps behind you, Technoblade frowned. You were... vulnerable. You hadn’t even heard him coming up, so someone could probably very easily sneak up on you. That wouldn’t do.
“Hey.” You startled at his voice, turning around, bewildered. You relaxed slightly when your eyes took in his cape and crown.
“Oh, it’s you.” You tilted your head, looking at him curiously, making him want to shuffle on his feet, which was ridiculous. The Blood God did not shuffle his feet because he was nervous.
“Yeah…” He trailed off, making you raise an eyebrow expectantly.
“You, um… dropped this.” He thrust his hand with the phial forward, like it was cursed, making you blink at the object and making The Voices cringe in unison, crying the lack of smoothness of the infamous Technoblade.
You took the potion from his hand, your fingers brushing his and making blood rush to his cheeks, a small smile on your pretty face.
“Thank you… um…” You looked at him expectantly, making him wonder what it was you wanted, before he jolted with a realization.
“Technoblade.” You smiled and it did not make his heart skip a beat, don't be ridiculous, chat.
“Thank you, Technoblade.” You put the potion in your satchel, as well as the phial you had filled with water, and got up from your crouching position, smiling softly at the half-man half-piglin. You offered him your name, and The Voices received it like gospel, already melting into prayer to you. Your hand came up and he took it by reflex, shaking it awkwardly as you spoke.
“It’s nice to meet you.” He grunted once, taking back his hand almost violently as a weird sensation climbed up from where you touched him and up his arm.
“Yeah… you too.” He cleared his throat as you looked at him, bemused. That look, like you could see right through his eyes and into his soul, it scared him. So, The Blood God, for the first time, fled. He turned on his heel, murmuring an half-assed farewell and power-walked away, not without hearing your bright chuckle.
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.
Hyaa, just gonna throw this hc request out here. How would Technoblade act with a masc girlfriend (Applejack/Calamity Jane vibes, if you will)? Luv ya<3
silly cowboy girlfriend x deadly war criminal boyfriend was a troupe i was unaware i needed.
First Encounter
She strolled up like “Hey there, handsome, you look like you got problems.”
And Techno, covered in blood, holding three swords and a porkchop, just blinked and went:
“I do, actually. Want to help?”
Phil watched it happen and just muttered, “Oh no. There’s two of them now.”
She’s got feral horse girl energy mixed with frontier wisdom and calls Techno things like:
“Pig prince”
“Murder muffin”
“My little apocalypse”
“Sweet tea disaster incarnate”
Techno calls her:
“Cow wrangler of chaos”
“My meat shield” (with love)
“Gunpowder wife”
And once: “Applejack but with anger issues”
Hijinks & Nonsense
She once shot a creeper from across a ravine and yelled “YEEHAW, BTCH”*
Techno fell in love immediately.
They play stupid games like:
“How many cows can we fit in the Nether?” (Answer: too many)
“Who can yeet themselves off a mountain and survive with 1 heart?”
“Name That Weapon” (Her sword is named "Judgement Day", Techno’s axe is named "Mildly Annoyed")
She made him a pair of custom spurs for his netherite boots. He wore them into battle. They jingled every time he ran.
Domestic Silliness
Their house smells like blood, hay, and biscuits.
They farm together, but badly.
Techno: “I accidentally summoned a wither in the wheat field.”
GF: “That’s okay, I taught a skeleton horse to tap dance!”
He tried to be romantic once and gave her 64 apples in a chest with a sign that said "for the apple of my eye."
She cried laughing. Then threw an apple at his head.
Horse Stuff (of course)
She has a horse named “Bullet” that bites people.
Techno respects the hell out of it. He once tried to ride it and got launched 30 feet.
“I love him,” he whispered, mid-air.
She calls his pig “Princess Porkchop” and Techno HATES it.
She made it a hat. He still hates it. The pig loves her.
Romance, Stupid Style
She picks him up and carries him bridal-style just to assert dominance.
He pretends to hate it. He does not hate it.
Techno once tried to write a poem for her but got stuck halfway through and replaced the second stanza with “blood blood blood sword death blood.”
She stitched him a patch that says “#1 Manwhore of Mayhem” and sewed it onto his cape.
He wears it. With honor.
Their love language is fistfights and food throwing.
Conversations They’ve Probably Had:
🐷 Techno: “Do you hear the voices?”
🤠 GF: “Yeah, they’re tellin’ me to kiss ya.”
🐷 Techno: “…Okay.”
🤠 GF: “Techno, you cannot challenge the Ender Dragon to a 1v1 in your underwear!”
🐷 Techno: “Too late, it disrespected me.”
🤠 GF, waking up: “You ever think maybe we’re too unhinged?”
🐷 Techno, mid-fight with a blaze: “What? I can’t hear you over the sound of violence!”
Techno getting annoyed with Tommy's rambunctiousness and big talk, so he decides to take him up on his fighting words and start an impromptu sparring session in order to tire Tommy out.
Pros: Success! Tommy is quiet now! Techno can go back to reading.
Cons: Tommy falls asleep in his lap and he can't move.
Pros: Tommy makes for a good arm rest. Perfect height to rest his book, actually.
Cons: Tommy has started snoring and since Techno is cozy, pig instincts have mistaken it for purring and elected to join in.
Cons: The Syndicate has showed up and they are teasing him. BAD. VERY BAD. THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA.
Pros: Since they aren't trapped under a sleeping Tommy (impossible to move, trapped forever and ever), he can force his friends to get him stuff. Philza brings tea and Niki grabs some pastries she was making.
Pros: Magnolia tea helps people fall asleep, and now there is a cuddly nap pile.
(You and Techno used to be best friends until he developed a crush on you now suddenly 10 years have passed and all you want is a glimpse of him)
Warnings - A/N: Physical Touch, Make-out session but nothing too heated.
FLUFF!
Word Count: 2.5k
Traveling to Philza’s place for your monthly visit was a nice time to reflect, maybe to do something different, maybe don’t travel through the ocean with nothing but your backpack until you come across a shipwreck to make a boat. Yeah, reflecting. Visiting Philza gave you a sense of peace, hearing his stories, seeing he’s doing alright after everything, seeing it’s possible to move on from things you thought would be forever. He gives you hope that one day you might move on from your own problems, like being alone 24/7, traveling to pass the time, and having this stupid “crush” on Technoblade. When you were pre-teens he all of a sudden stopped paying attention to you and all you could do was accept it, you left him in the dust on your horse, sent away to live with your aunt that was hundreds of miles away. You only started visiting Phil when you heard about the town being blown up, you wanted to make sure he was ok. He was like family to you, so one year ago you decided to make the trip to see him and now you go once a month to catch up. When you first went the first thing you asked him was, “Is Techno ok?” He smiled and shook his head softly, “Y/n, you know him…” he walked to the table you were sitting at with two mugs of tea in his hands, “Technoblade never dies.” You smiled with him, “I don’t know him now but yes. He never dies.” He pressed his lips together at your comment, putting one of the mugs in front of you. You thanked him, and picked it up to warm your hands, “Where is he, if you don’t mind me asking?” Phil looked at you with pity written all over his face, “I don’t mind and remember that, but darling I’m going to be honest with you.” He sighed looking down at his mug, “I haven’t seen him in weeks, he rarely speaks to me anymore…” Your eyes widened, you felt a rush of coldness washed over you. You became cold to the touch even with the hot cup in your hands, “I take that back actually,” You looked up from the mug, ready to take anything he had of Techno, “He checks on me from time to time, sometimes even spends the night but he walks around like I’m not there.” Your eyes soften at his words, sorry for what’s happened between them. You looked at his free hand, taking it into yours and squeezing it, “I’m sure he has his reasons.” He nods, flashing a quick smile. You were worried but you “knew” Techno and he would never neglect someone or something unless he had a reason to but you still questioned it when it came between you and him.
You were still miles away from Philza’s house, and wondering if you might have taken a wrong turn somewhere. You slow your horse down and take a look at your map, glancing in all directions trying to see anything familiar, then you see a landmark that’s on the map. You exhale, the anxiety dissipating as you put the map back into your bag. You snap the reins to walk again when you see a shadow on the ground, a shadow that could only be made if it was in the air. You have your horse come to a complete stop, sliding off and looking at the shadow then up into the sky. A bird was flying high in the sky, making circles around you. You whistle, bringing it down to you. The bird lands and you notice it was a crow! All you could think were negative thoughts, hoping to God that Phil was okay. You pull some seeds out of your side bag, pouring some on the ground for the crow. The crow hops over and sets a scroll down before pecking at the pile of seeds. You pick the scroll up, standing to look at it better.
My dearest Y/n, you’re probably worried that something’s happened to me but I couldn’t be better, I just wanted to give you a heads up that I’ll be having company over while you're on your way. I don’t know how far you are but I hope you aren’t too far. I would like you to see them before they have to go, Love Phil.
You smile down at the lovely note, thinking that Tommy might have been there but you have talked to him before at Phil’s house so who could it be. You ponder on it for quite a moment before your eyes widen and your jaw drops.
It could be Techno, you thought.
You roll the scroll back up and put it in your bag, seeing the wonderful crow ate all the seeds up, you chuckle and decide to give him more just out of likeness of the note. You get up on your horse, snapping the reins one last time before setting off to Phil’s house, which wasn’t more than a few miles away.
You see Phil’s house appear in the distance, grinning and kicking at your horse to go faster for this last stretch. All you could think about was possibly seeing Techno, finally locking eyes with him after all these years. You slow your horse down as you approach his house, hopping off before he even comes to a complete stop. You shake dust out of your hair and pat yourself down before knocking on the door. You knock on the door and wait for someone to open it for you. You turn around to your horse that’s neighing at you from behind, you try your best to shush him but he decides to be stubborn after a long and hard ride. You wave him off as the door clicks, you whip your head around to meet Tommy, “Tommy!” You yell, “Ay!” Tommy yells back pointing finger guns at you. You smile at him, raising your arms up to hug him. Laughing as he picks you up and spins you around in the house. Closing the door as he sets you down, “Come on, I want you to see someone.” He says, too fast for you to understand but grabs your hand just as quickly as he spoke pulling you towards the kitchen. Light-headed from the laughing and spinning you stumble behind him, trying to not fall to the ground. He slows down, walking into the kitchen. You keep your hand in his, waiting to see the one and only Techno but when you round the corner you’re met with a transparent figure, almost shiny with the sun beaming through it. You narrow your eyes as it turns around, “Guess you weren’t expecting me?” It says, you’re left speechless, mostly trying not to cry. It was Wilbur. Phil told you about the war, when Wil told him to kill him. Holding back tears, you cover your mouth, “Wil?” You knew it was him but you had to make sure. He nods, making you whimper. You walk up to him knowing you would go right through but you wanted to be close. You breathe out as you look at his face, so dark and light. You raise your hands, roaming the air where his face would be but all you could feel was freezing air. He brings his hands to your wrists, marking them with cold rings. You chuckle softly as tears fall from your face, trying to smile but wince at the every-longing want of his hands in yours. He was such a big inspiration of yours but when you heard he had turned evil it was hard to think of him highly. But then, you heard of his death and it shattered you. When you were little, he was always there for you, especially when Techno started to grow distinct, he was there. You missed him so much but now seeing him, his presence, you finally had closure.
You take a deep breath in and let it out, keeping your eyes on him as you step away. Walking backwards to Tommy, you look at Wilbur one last time as he waves at you. You give him a small wave back before he dissipates into thin air. You turn around to bury your face into Tommy's chest, he hugs you back with watery eyes. You could hear him sniffling, you chuckle, “It’s ok Tommy, he’s in a better place now.” He rubs his eyes and scoffs, “What do you mean, I know that, why wouldn’t I know that. I mean look at me.” You remove your face from his chest, as you look up at him, “I know you needed that as much as I did.” He scoffs again, “No I didn’t, I was perfectly fine without him.” You laugh, making him laugh too, as he shakily breathes in and out, “Oh, how I missed him.” You wipe tears off your face, “Me too Tommy, me too.”
You and Tommy were sitting at the kitchen table laughing when the both of you hear the side door open and loud boots fill the house as they stomp off whatever was on them. You look at Tommy with confusion but all he does is smile, making you even more confused. A loud nauseated voice booms through the hallway, “Hey Phil there’s a random horse eating snow in the front, it has a bunch of stuff on it too-” The giant stops in his tract, this time very real. When he sees you, he pulls his mask down from his face, “Y/n?” You stand up, your eyes not believing it, your mind not believing it, but your heart does. Your heart believes it’s really him, it’s really Technoblade. You clear your throat, not sure what to say, “Uh- hey-” You were always speechless around him, never knowing what to say, how to say it. He takes a step closer as he pulls his gloves off, “Uh…” He couldn’t speak either, his eyes were roaming your body, he wanted them to do all the talking. You and Techno stand there in place just looking at each other for a good moment.
Tommy stands up, making sure to make as much noise as possible, “Hey big guy, how was work-” Techno leans down to Tommy ear’s, “Get out.” Tommy mouths ok and walks off to the front door, saluting at you. You watched him as he walked and saluted back at him. You put your gaze back on Techno noticing he was a little closer than before. You don’t think you can hold it in anymore but with it being 10 years, you didn’t know if he felt the same way. You watch him as he stops just a couple feet away from you, your breathing becomes heavy, heat rushes to your cheeks. You open your mouth to speak but nothing except a chuckle comes out, he watches you look at the ground and to the side looking out the window. Every inch of you is on his mind, he takes his hand and brings it to your chin to draw your attention back to him. You look at him with doe eyes, thinking about all the times he looked at you with those same charming eyes. You pull away though not wanting to get too close, not wanting to feel the same urge you felt when you were just a kid. You look away towards the window for a second but he pulls you back, now arm around your waist and hand on your chin, keeping your eyes on him.
You find it hard to not look at him with your faces only inches apart, his long pink hair falling over his shoulder and into his face. You cave in finally, your eyes traveling his face for it has been too long since you’ve seen him, “Techno…” You breathe out, his breathing becoming just as heavy as yours. You find the back of his neck with one hand and the back of his shoulder with the other. Gripping at his shirt, he looks down at your lips, “Why did I wait so long?” Your heart flutters at his words as they roll off his lips and onto your own. You mouth I don’t know, giving him a weak smile. His lips part as he moves his hand from your chin to your cheek, running it along once before diving into a deep kiss. You took a breath before his lips crashed down on yours, interlocking your fingers in his hair. He pushes you against the table a little rough, “Sorry.” he says in between a kiss. You couldn’t care less about being rammed into a table but you loved that he cared for you, “It’s ok.” You whisper, keeping the kiss going and placing your hands on the table to brace yourself. He slowly snakes his tongue into your mouth as he finds your hands and intertwines them with his. You whimper at the feeling of his tongue roaming your mouth, you grip his hands tight, making him moan. He continues to kiss you like it was the last time you were ever going to see each other, touch each other. But he wasn’t going to let that happen, he wasn’t going to pull himself away from you ever again. He wanted you more than ever before, finally having you in his arms.
You slowly start to pull away but Techno wants one more long kiss before accepting your movement, resting his head on your shoulder. He needed that break as much as you did, his breath raspy and deep on your neck. You wrap your arms around him, as he does the same. You look up to the ceiling with tears in your eyes, happy tears. Happy that you finally get to express your loving feelings to this hunk of stoicness. He glides his touch from your waist to the back of your legs, picking you up and putting you on the table with no effort. You gasp when he picks you up, looking deep into his eyes to find love and affection. He pulls you as close as possible, making you wrap your arms and legs around him. You rest your forehead on his, smiling and giggling. He couldn’t help but do the same. Your smiles always gave him warmth, from his ear tips to his toes. He always liked that about you and it has never changed, even after all these years his memory of you has never faded. He leans back so he can see you better, scanning for any new details.
He cups your cheeks and rubs his thumbs on your skin. He’s hot to the touch, making you want to melt in his arms. A single tear falls from your eye, he’s quick to gently wipe it away, kissing where the droplet was then kissing your forehead. He looks down at you, taking an impossible step towards you, “I’ve loved you for too long, to give up,” He pauses and glances at your lips, “I’ll make it my life’s mission to never let you go…again.” Your breath hitches, you couldn’t believe he was saying this to you, finally. You let out a breath with a big smile and your head vigorously nodding at his remark. He smiles back with a sigh of relief escaping from his lips. He picks you up and spins you around for a moment then plants you on your feet. Your arms still wrapped around his neck, you give him a couple of nice soft pecks on his chapped lips. You were forever happy to have him by your side now, even if he had to work. The both of you hear the side door open, “Techno! I need your help with the hay bales!” Philza’s voice rang through the house before you both heard the door close and footsteps went down the outside stairs. You look up at him and pout. His eyes narrow down the hall towards the side door, “He can wait.” Before you know it you're off up the stairs to the spare bedroom Techno sleeps in, making sure to lock the door behind him.
this is an incomplete story I started on last year, and I never managed to finish it and probably won’t as I find it hard to write for techno anymore. but I figured I wouldn’t let the stuff I wrote go completely to waste, so here you go :)
+ based on taylor swift’s “all too well” ten minute ver. but techno actually has a reason to be an asshole unlike jake :)
++ if you know the song, you already know it’s gonna be an angsty and fluffy mess
stepping through the door to his cabin you let out a sigh at the feeling of the sweet warmth of his home surrounding you, quickly closing the door behind you to prevent the cold air from crawling up your neck. the cold from the snowy biome he chose to live in was no joke.
a pair of arms snaked around you from behind, cold lips placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. you giggled.
"mmm, I’m thinking rabbit stew for dinner tonight, whaddya say?" you turned around to face him, swinging your arms over his shoulders with a smile on your face.
"that sounds wonderful." your lips met his, cold and a bit chapped, but soft nonetheless, pulling away shortly after. he pressed his lips into a thin line, blood flowing to his cheeks as the voices went crazy for you in his head. luckily, for him, you couldn’t hear them, or else he’d probably die. he shedded himself from his cape, your eyes lingering on him as he did so, admiring his effortless charm, wondering how you could ever be this lucky.
once shaking yourself out of your daze you reached for the red scarf around your neck, unwrapping it and letting it hang from the railing attached to the stairs along with your thick and wooly coat that protected your body from the icy air outside.
walking into the kitchen, techno was already chopping up the potatoes, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and hair tied into a bun. the sight alone was breathtaking to you, and he didn’t even know it. you walked over to stand by his side, grabbing the carrots on the counter to start chopping them up. techno glanced at you without moving his head so you wouldn't notice, and you didn’t.
you didn’t notice.
you grunted as you failed at your second attempt of mounting the horse, your leg just not long enough to swing over the saddle. about to try for a third time, a pair of hands landed on your waist, making you halt your movements.
“here, let me help you.” the warmth of techno’s fingers melted through the material of your clothes. you felt your blood rush to your cheeks. you uttered out a small “thanks,” letting him lift you onto the horse with little power needed from you.
you grabbed a hold of the rope attached to the horse to lead and stop him, waiting for techno to get on his horse again, watching as he does so with ease.
“alright, let’s go.”
you wanted to go for a ride together in the forest a few miles away from the snowy cabin you were held up at most of the time, for a change of scenery, or just to spend some peace and quiet time together if you will.
techno turned his head to look at you, seeing if you’d found your way around on the horse, meaning for it to just be a quick glance. but when he saw how you smiled sweetly at the horse as you ran a gentle hand over his fur, he couldnt help but to admire you. your were so… kind-natured. innocent, sweet. completely different from him, yet here you were - his. his heart tugged in his chest as the voices in his head kept repeating compliments aimed towards you.
“techno!”
with a last minute jerk to the rope, techno just about managed to miss falling down the deep ravine one block away from him. he swallowed, looking over at you again as you giggled at him. he recollected himself, moving on ahead of you casually to look calm and collected.
you reached the woods, the snowy path you’d been following slowly disappearing and being replaced by the beautiful array of colours from the autumn leaves. your eyes widened at your colourful surroundings, not having been used to this type of biome since you got into a relationship with techno and stayed with him. and as much as you loved staying with techno in the snowy biome, you still missed what you were used to.
distracted by the scenery, you didn’t notice the creeper sneaking up on you from between the trees.
but your horse did.
kicking his front legs in the air, you screeched, holding on tight to the rope as your horse started running with full speed down the path and away from the creeper. away from techno. now was the time you really wished you knew more about riding a horse. you probably should've listened more when techno helped you learn.
your hair blew back from the powerful wind, eyes squinted as you tried your best to make your horse stop, but despite your effort, nothing seemed to work.
suddenly, a hard tug to the rope you were holding, and everything stood still again, no more cold wind. techno appeared on his horse beside you, pink braid messy from the wind blowing into his face and brows furrowed. he quickly got off his horse, keeping a hold on the rope as he approached you.
“come on, boy, it’s okay. that nerd is far gone.” you laughed a little at his choice of words, noticing a little gunpowder on his hand as he reached out to you. “you okay?” his eyes drooped, a sincere look crossing his face as you placed your hand in his. warm, as always.
“yeah, I’m good. y’know, just glad I didn’t die from that,” you smiled, letting him help you down. he rolled his eyes.
“maybe you're being a bit overdramatic. I don't think you could die from that.”
your brows furrowed, arms crossed over your chest. overdramatic?
he swallowed.
“I mean, y’know, you’re the lover of the blood god, I think you're too strong for such a weak death.”
you squinted your eyes at him and shot him a small glare. he shot you a lopsided smile, letting out a breath once you turned around to get on the horse again.
victory.
he watched you struggle mounting the horse again. “d’you need help with that?”
“no!”
“ah! this is you?”
you picked up the photo from the counter, just in time before he could snatch it away from you. you quickly held it to you, sending him a mischievous smirk as you looked at it. he sighed.
it was a picture from when he was little, barely taller than wilbur who stood beside him in the photo with his arm slung over his shoulders, little tommy peeking at the camera between the two brothers. you felt a pang in your chest as your eyes softened looking at the photo. techno had his long hair in a braid, hanging from his shoulder and down his chest, tusks peeking out from under his upper lip, glaring at will as he pulled him close, a bright smile on the brunettes face. techno’s glasses were the same, but the scar that usually ran down the middle of his eye was yet to be seen.
it was… so precious.
“aww, look at you tech! even back then you hair was in a — braid…”
you turned, looking at techno with a faltering smile, watching as his cheeks and ears glowed a bright red. he itched his neck, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.
“tech? you okay?” you reached out, gentle fingers pushing a strand of hair out of his face, same hand cupping his face to make him look at you. he did, eyes gloomy and brows upturned.
“they hate me.”
your face fell, breath hitching at his words. how could he say that?
“what? honey, they don’t hate you. you’re their brother-“
“brother? what kind of a brother am I, y/n? a good one? a brother who leaves his family behind? I would understand if they aren’t very fond of me.”
your lips parted, eyes open wide as you listened intently, observing his icy orbs.
techno didn’t mean to suddenly unload his emotional baggage on you, but you seeing that photo - it reminded him of why the ones he loved were not in his life anymore, and it reminded him that you might become an addition to that list. as a man known for control and power, he has little of that in his head. he has no idea if the voices are gonna betray him again like they’d once done before and leave you, abandon you. lose you. his fears were coming out, crawling out of his mouth in no words and-
he sobbed.
head landing on your shoulder, he hunched over and clung to your body, releasing the tears he hadn’t cried for so long, years, into your shoulder. you found it hard to take in his sudden outburst, not having ever seen this side of the piglin before.
you quickly shook off your own feelings, knowing that now was a time where you had to think of him and only him. you placed your hands on the back of his head, over his hair as you held him close to you, kissing his temple. looking down at the photo still in your hand, you wondered what kind of past he must’ve had to feel this way, to feel so… alone. even when he still had so many people who loved him.
“techno.” you managed to pull him slightly away from you, teary eyes staring into yours as you wiped his tears on his cheeks away. “tell me what happened.”
he sniffed, unbuttoning the top button to his shirt for air. “which part?”
“all of it.”
they deserve nothing. they’re merely just another peasant who’s gonna end up stabbing us in the back.
techno stared at you as you slept peacefully beside him, hand still resting on his bare chest. he swallowed, eyes clouded with darkness. he squeezed them shut to get the voices to stop.
do it now. while they’re weak, disadvantaged. one stab through the neck and we’re safe, free. alone.
techno shot up from the bed, panting and clutching a hand over his heart. he groaned, wiping the sweat off of his forehead, but to no avail - his whole body was completely covered.
he hadn’t even heard you stir awake, the only thing he’d been able to hear being the voices, murderous, merciless voices roaming his mind.
“techno, what’s wrong?” you asked, but received no response other than the loud breathing he was letting out as he heaved. “hey.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, to which he immediately flinched away from your touch, as if you’d burned him with your fingertips. he stared back at you with wide eyes, backing away from you on the bed. your slight feeling of worry turned into a feeling much worse.
“get away from me,” he panted, moving further away from you once he noticed you trying to get closer.
“techno what’s wrong? talk to me, please! I’m only trying to he-“
“please just get away from me, y/n…”
you gaped at him as he stood up from the bed, claws scraping his scalp as he held his head, facing the ground. he heaved, shoulders moving up and down to his breathing as it grew louder along with the voices. he grunted, placing a hand on the wall as if he couldn’t stand up straight.
ignoring his words, you stood from the bed too, finding his health and happiness much more important than whatever reason he had for asking you to stay away from him. your heart started beating faster, anxious about him. what was happening? why was he acting like this? you’d never seen this happen to him before, and you were too desperate to know what was going on in his head to listen to his desperate words.
you grabbed his forearm, trying to get him to turn to you, but as soon as you did, the air from your lungs left your body as he pushed you harshly against the wall. a cold feeling on your neck, and without being able to move you could feel the blade pressing into your skin, a drop of warm blood running down your neck from where the blade had broken skin. you stopped breathing, looking into his eyes as tears fell from yours. he was still heaving, eyes black and hot breath fanning your face as he showed off his tusks from his open mouth.
“I said get the fuck away from me,” he growled, eyes unrecognizable as they stared into yours. you whimpered, clenching your hand around the wrist holding the blade to your neck. your nails dug into his skin, not wanting to hurt him, but fearing that not doing so would end up getting you even more hurt. though nothing felt as painful as what you were feeling right now. this man- beast, before you was not techno. it couldn’t be…
you cried out his name, closing your eyes in fear of what would happen. and then, the pressure was removed from your neck, a shaky pair of arms embracing you as the clang of the blade hitting the floor surrounded the room.
“y/n I- the voices I can’t-“
you gasped for air, pushing him off of you with all of your power and sobbing as you looked at your lover, disbelief coursing through you. your bottom lip shook as you cried, shaky hands clinging to your own body in a way to try and cope with what just happened. blood was smeared on your neck from the cut he made with the blade, his soaked eyes widening at the sight. he huffed, heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. what had he done? the one thing he’d ever wanted to do was protect you, and now he was the one hurting you. “y/n please, I’m so sorry. something took over me I- you know that I’d never try to hurt you, right?”
he inched slightly closer to you, tears that were forming in his eyes finally falling when you backed away from him in fear. you just cried harder at his words, smearing blood on your face when you placed your hands over your eyes, sobbing into your hands. words couldn’t explain how you felt - betrayal? shock? anger? sadness? none of them felt like the right word. all you knew was that you didn’t feel good.
and neither did techno.
he backed away from you, realizing that the only way for him to make you feel at least a little bit better, safer, was if you were far away from him. far, far away.
he was out of the bedroom before you had the chance to stop him, looking up from your wet hands to see him gone along with his red cape and sword. wide-eyed, you looked around the room, contemplating wether you should go after him or not. the man you loved, your soulmate. the man who just attacked you.
techno left hooveprints in the snow as he ran, away away away. as far as his legs would let him. he didn’t know what his mind could do now without his control. he didn’t know if he was capable of keeping you safe from himself. all he knew was that he could never hurt you again. not like this.
he reached the woods, huffing out a breath as he stopped by a tree to catch his breath. the need for oxygen in his lungs blocked out the sound of loud gallops coming his way.
you spotted his blood red cape, royal colour standing out from the dull trees. “come on, Carl. we’ve gotta get him,” you mumbled to yourself and the horse you were sat on, speeding up as you entered the forest. “tech!”
turning around with wide eyes, techno’s heart sped up as he saw you there, getting off the horse with ease. he took a step back. “y/n, please, I don’t wanna hurt you again,” he pleaded, holding his hand out to prevent you from coming closer to him.
you signed sadly, heart glowing with love so powerful that you swear he could see it through your skin. unfortunately, he couldn’t. so you needed to tell him, or else you were scared you’d never see him again.
“honey, please. let’s talk about this,” you stepped closer to him, attempting to get close to him without scaring him off. he didn’t step back this time. instead, he faced the ground, ears downturned in shame. he watched a tear fall from his eye and melt into the snow below him. “I know you’d never try to hurt me, tech.”
your hand was on his cold cheek now, lifting his head up to look at you. he did, tearful and pouty. it almost made you cry. you know he didn’t mean to hurt you, you could see it. but that just left you confused with what had happened. and something told you he was just as confused.
“please,” you begged, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you.” techno closed his eyes shut at your words, giving into your touch as he melted in your arms, crying softly into your shoulder. you let your tears fall silently as well, watching as the sun started rising in the horizon as you stood embracing your broken lover in the middle of the snowy woods.
he hadn’t answered you back then. he wished he’d been different.
your eyes lit up in excitement as you spotted a green and red figure from the window despite the blaring sun shining onto the snow, blinding you. you bursted out of the door, running towards the two men wearing barely any clothes. but you didn’t care. because he was back. techno was back, after a whole month since that night.
you threw your arms around him, crashing into his body. his usual warmth surrounded you. oh, how you’d missed that warmth. you shut your eyes, trying your hardest not to cry as the piglin embraced you back, bearing the same expression on his face as you did.
phil continued walking to the cabin, muttering a small “hey y/n” and then leaving you to it.
“you’re back earlier than expected,” you said, running a finger over his spine as you took him in.
“yeah… puffy said it seemed like I was getting better faster than we’d thought. so she sent me back,” he explained, monotone yet heart pounding incredibly hard for you.
you pulled away from him, cupping his face to get a look at him. he looked… calm. better. sending him to puffy’s therapy must’ve done something by the looks of it. but of course you couldn’t know since you hadn’t talked about it yet. but all you could think of right now was how much you’d missed him.
you placed your lips on his, kissing him gently to get used to his lips again. you’d missed his kisses, his presence, him him him. he kissed back, pulling your chest against his as he soothed his thumb over your chin. he tilted his head for a deeper angle, letting his tongue run across your bottom lip. you let him in, electricity shooting through your body, leaving you with a fuzzy feeling.
he pulled away and wrapped his red cape around you, resting his chin on your head. “I missed you so much, kid.”
and the words he spoke were true. he’d missed you so much that when he left you it felt like his lungs would collapse and his blood would run dry and like his whole body was shutting down. he loved you more than he’d ever thought he’d be capable of loving anyone or anything. like you were the sole purpose of his life, the end goal. you were everything to him.
and yet he had this feeling that he shouldn’t be with you. that he should stay far away from you, like you weren’t meant to be. it was draining and it was there with him whenever he thought of you or was in your presence - this breathtaking and anxious feeling ripping the love right out of his heart.
he squeezed you to him, kissing the top of your head. you smiled into his cape. “I missed you too. so much.”
❥ summary : wilbur’s, tommy’s, techno’s, and dream’s reaction to y/n falling asleep on them
❥ a/n : helu! the characters in this fic are wilbur, tommy, techno, and dream. hope you like it :)
❥ warnings: fluff multiplied by 100
masterlist
꒰ wilbur ꒱
You’d join Wil in the studio with lovejoy, the boys writing their new song and practicing
You had arrived her in the late afternoon, and it was now getting pretty late
Finished with your work, you sat and scrolled through your phone next to Wil as your boyfriend scribbled away on his notebook, figuring out song lyrics
He would occasionally ask for your opinion on the song, but right now he was still writing
You felt your eyes droop, the soft scratches of Wil’s pen against the paper soothing you
You leaned into his side, tucking yourself next to him as you yawned, feeling languid
When Wil felt your head drop on his shoulder, he looked up from his notebook to find you peacefully asleep, your mouth slightly agape with soft and slow breaths coming out
The man would practically melt at the sight of you
He grinned at your sleeping figure, reaching a hand towards you to brush some hair out of your face before adjusting your limbs to a more comfortable position, before turning back to his notebook, cheeks tinted the slightest shade of red as he continued writing.
꒰ tommy ꒱
You both would be doing your own thing, Tommy probably editing videos on his laptop while you did school work on yours as you both sat on his bed
When you felt yourself grow sleepy, you shifter closer to Tommy’s side and your hand grabbed his, lacing your fingers together
“Tired?” He asked and you nodded. You rested your head on his shoulder and felt your eyelids start to close, feeling Tommy’s eyes linger on your face
When you finally fell asleep, this boy would be so soft with you I swear to GOD.
He would just be like ‘ohmygash my s/o fell asleep on me!!’ and would totally be distracted to what he was doing
Would carefully set you to lay down on his bed, trying his best not to wake you up
Would genuinely just think you were so adorable aaafhdjfhf
꒰ c!techno ꒱
You would both be reading our own books in the cabin on your bed, before you felt yourself feel sleepy
You looked up out the window and saw that it was really dark, and you turned towards techno, speaking up. “I’m sleepy,” You managed to draw out.
Techno glanced up at you from his book, before shifting his position on the bed and opening his arms out, letting into his embrace.
You grinned and immediately collapsed into his arms
Despite his face that remained stoic, techno was a blushing mess on the inside. His heart hammered against his chest as he tried to read his book, trying to ignore your comfortable form in the corner of his eye.
He read the same line over and over again. His eyes slid over the exact same part of the page, continuously from left to right, left to right. As much as he tried, he couldn’t seem to focus on the words written on the page as you were right there in his arms.
Giving up, he snapped his book closed and placed it on the wooden bedside table, switching off the reading lamp before turning back to you, surprised to see your eyes had been shut tight, your chest heaving up and down from slow, soft breaths.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a kiss on the back of your head, before closing his own eyes, drifting off to sleep.
꒰ dream ꒱
You were sitting on the couch, munching on a bag of chips next to your boyfriend, Dream.
Leaning your head back on the headrest, a wave of fatigue washed over you. You glanced up at the clock to see that it was nearing 2 AM.
You stifled a yawn, turning your head to see your boyfriend had his focus on the movie. I swear this boy doesn’t need a wink of sleep, you thought as you turned your entire body to the right, now facing him.
You stared at him, but he was still watching the screen intently before you huffed and grabbed his wrist, you lifted his arm up and tucked yourself in his side, resting your head in between his neck and shoulder.
You ignored him as he turned towards you with a playful glint in his eyes as you let your eyelids droop, inhaling deeply as you situated yourself into a more comfortable position.
“Someone is cliingyy,” You heard your boyfriend say, a teasing tone in his voice. You opened one eye, pouting at him before replying.
“Says the person that wouldn’t let me work for 5 minutes before begging for cuddles,” You grumbled. You saw him roll his eyes and you smiled.
You closed your eyes as you saw your boyfriend lean in and place a kiss on the crown of your head.
“Go to sleep, you must be tired,” He mumbled.
When you finally fell asleep and the movie ended, Dream slipped his arms under you and lifted you up, carrying you to the bed before setting you down on it, pulling the covers over you before joining you himself.
