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This literally gave me cavities from reading this with how fluffy and sweet it was

Music To My Ears.

— PAIRING: cc!wilbur soot / (y/n) (gn)

— SUMMARY: for wilbur's birthday, you want to tell him how much you love him in a way he'll understand best- music.

—AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello @sardonic-the-writer this is for you. birthday themed :] i think you liked the little idea i posted a while ago about teaming up with lovejoy to write a song to surprise wil with so i wrote it hehe. Also wrote this really quick so sorry if it's incoherent.

—WORD COUNT: 2.9k words

If there were only two things Wilbur loved, they were you and Lovejoy- including Tommy, of course.

You were always incredibly proud of Wilbur for all his accomplishments. You supported him in his streaming career, celebrating every milestone with him over the phone; you endured the long distance between you, and even many days without speaking to him when he started a band and spent afternoons in the studio with them; you were one of the first people he told when they were ready to drop their first and second EP. You were one of the first to hear the songs, and you loved seeing all his hard work and dedication finally blossoming into these lovely fruits of his labor that he loved so dearly.

Wilbur’s birthday was coming up. It had been two years now since you’ve started dating and a few months since you’d last seen him in person, and you had plans to fly to his city and stay with him for the week to spend as much time together as possible. Since you rarely saw him in person, the distance and your job making it difficult to travel, you wanted to make this birthday one he would remember.

You wanted to create something for him.

Soon, you had a plan; a plan that would end up with many more steps than originally planned.

Step one: the words.

You wanted to tell Wilbur just how much he means to you. Just how much you adore him and cherish every second you have with him and how you love and want him. And you weren’t always the best at expressing these types of things, so you knew it would mean a lot to him. Ever since your very first date, you’d been writing out lines and lines of poetry about him, kept them in a cute little journal that was dedicated solely to words about him, things you never wanted to show him out of fear of being teased or called cheesy, things that lit up the dark crevices of your brain and filled you with warm thoughts of your amazing boyfriend, how much you knew he loves you and his smile that can’t be put into words and his laugh and his un matched kindness and the size of his heart- you just couldn’t put into words how much you adored and admired him.

You wanted to let Wilbur know just how much you adored him, and what better way to do that than with his own unofficial love language- music.

He had written you countless little melodies and poems throughout the years, he played you little tunes on his guitar and whispered words to you in a melodic sing-song voice. He had written you a whole song, you could still vividly remember your feelings that day he took you on a picnic date and strummed his guitar and sang shakily about how you were his pretty work of art. He had bared his heart and soul to you and opened up more than he ever had ever before through the lyrics and the strums of the guitar that he write specifically for you. And you wanted to reciprocate. You were bad at getting words across, but maybe… just maybe, he would understand this language.

You slaved over that little journal for days, gathering all your favorite lines from past poems about him and arranging them into something like a little song, tweeking words and making them melodic and beautiful. Nothing as good as what Wilbur always wrote off the top of his head, of course, you weren’t a lyrical genius by any means, but you hoped he would think it was sweet. It wasn’t too much later- still far from his birthday- that you had a cute little song ready for him. In the aftermath of your work, you were struck with a realization…

I could take this a step further…

Writing a poem was one thing- you did it all the time- but what would make it especially special for Wilbur was if you put a little tune behind it. You wanted to turn these words on a piece of paper into music- into a declaration of love, a promise of loyalty, of reminder of how much he means to you. He had written you a song before, something unposted, private only for your ears, so all you wanted was to return the favor. The only problem was, you coudn’t play any instruments.

That brings us to step two: the collaboration.

Wilbur had introduced you to the rest of his band already. Only a handful of times when you were visiting him in Brighton for a week and accompanied him to rehearsals in the evening. They seemed like a fun group, and though you had been a bit nervous and felt a little out of place and simply sat off in the corner and listened to them play, it was easy to laugh at their jokes, and it made you happy how easily they assimilated you into the group, if only for the day. According to them, Wilbur had spoken a lot about you, and they were happy to finally meet his partner that he spoke so much about. Since those few days though, you hadn’t spoken to them. But with a whole band in such close relation to you, how could you not at least ask?

You created a group chat with the guys, sans Wilbur, and struggled to find the words to explain exactly what you wanted their help for.

“Hello, members of Lovejoy, minus Wil!” You typed with shaky hands, nervous that they’d not want to help, or they’d think it’s stupid. “it’s Wil's partner, he’s brought me to the studio a few times, i hope you remember me!” You waited a few minutes before someones little profile picture popped up under your message. "You're probably wondering why i added you to this group chat. Well, I have an idea that I might need your help with…" More profile pictures popped up under your message. Oh man. They were all here. Waiting for your request. "I want to surprise Wil with a song for his birthday. I've already written the lyrics and have an idea, I just need help bringing it to life. And i dont have any instrumental talent at all." You quickly added on, worried they'd not want to. "No pressure ofc!!! I get you're all probably busy, this was just an idea I had and wanted to ask."

You were worried they wouldn't want to help, that this was all a waste of their time, but slowly, one by one, their responses popped up.

"I'm in."

"Hit us with your ideas."

"You can even come in to the studio when you visit Wil"

It was happening.

Weeks and weeks of long-distance, secret collaboration with Wil’s band later, you were flying across the ocean to see your boyfriend. It was only a week before his birthday, but you still had ideas, and actualy being able to be there in the studio with them would be an experience. So when Wil finally lamented one evening that he needed to stream, after a day of staying in and cuddling with his partner who he hadn’t seen in person in months, you took that as your oppurtunity to get there alone.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna join me on stream? Chat would love to see you again.” He was practically whining for you to stay, and you knew he’d be a Sad Mopey Boi during the stream without you, but you had other plans.

“No, I have to run to the store real quick! I’ll join if i get back before you’re done though!”

Wilbur looked up with a confused face. “The store? Why? Do you need me to come with?”

“No, no, no, Wil. I’ll be fine on my own. I’m a grown up.”

With one more reassurance and a goodbye kiss on the lips, you left the apartment, and followed the Lovejoy guy’s directions to the studio, where the day- and the next week- would be spend filming and putting the final touches on your months-long project.

Today was the day.

After months of planning and collaborating with his friends, long nights up writing and playing with instrumentals in garageband and piecing together the cutest videos of Wil you could find in your camera roll, it was done. You woke up earlier than Wilbur to make him his birthday breakfast, and watched the video over and over and over while waiting for the food to finish, hoping it was good enough, hoping that it was everything you imagined it would be.

He’s going to love it.

“(Y/N)...”

You looked up to see Wil, wrapped in blankets, standing in the kitchen. “Wil!” Bouncing with happiness, and excited to finally be together on his birthday, you wrapped your arms around his tall, sleepy figure. “Get back in bed, you’re supposed to sleep in until breakfast is done!”

“But I wanna be with yoouuuu.” Sleepy Wil was an affectionate Wil, even more so than usual. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, snuggling his face into your neck and peppering you with kisses. You savored it a bit longer, sinking into his arms as he practically fell back asleep leaning on you.

“Wil, you gotta let me go, your food is gonna burn.”

Grumpily, he finally let you go and turned to slump down into the bed again. You plated up food for both of you and curled up with him in bed, eating and showering him in praise and birthday wishes until he was more awake and practically glowing with happiness. When you had just about finished eating, you set your plates aside and smiled at Wil. He looked up, a forkful of food in his mouth, and smiled at the look on your face.

“What?”

“I have something to show you.”

“Oh? We’re starting with gifts so soon?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t wait any longer.”

“Oooh, I’m excited.”

You reached to the bedside table for Wilbur’s laptop and handed it to him, before opening a drawer and pullig out a USB drive- the one that held the MP4 of the song… and video you made.

“Oh? It’s something digital?”

“Yeah.” As he took it and plugged it into his laptop, you continued talking. “I wanted to do something… like. Anyone could’ve bought you something you wanted, sure, but I… I made something for you. I wanted to do something special. Something you’ve done for me before. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me in a way you understand. And you’ve said before, one of your love languages is music, isn’t it?”

“(Y/N),” The file loaded on his laptop, and he opened it up to the play button. “Is this music?”

“I um…” You grinned, as Wilbur’s smile grew even larger, his eyes wider. You already knew he was overjoyed and amazed. “You know all that poetry I write? I finally turned it into something.”

“Oh my God. (Y/N) if I play this video and it’s a song I’m-” He pulled you into a squeeze and peppered your face with kisses.

“Wil, Wil! You haven’t even seen it yet!”

“I already know it’s great. You’re so incredible.”

While you flushed and snuggled into Wil’s side, he played the video, turning the volume up. It started with a catchy little funky tune that you were incredibly proud of having come up with- with the boy’s help obviously. The video faded into to a simple recording of you on your back on the floor of the studio, holding Wil’s guitar and wearing Wil’s sweater. It wasn’t fancy, it didn’t look professional at all, it was just filmed on one of the boy’s IPhones, but it was special, and it fit the intimate vibe you wanted.

“Wait, wait, wait. How did you get my guitar?” Instead of answering, you let the video speak for you. As a more upbeat tune kicked in, the video went to short clips of you in the studio with the guys, laughing together at the absurdity of your secret, in the process of finally putting the song and the video together over the past week. “No fucking way. When- how- did you go to the studio?”

“When you streamed.”

“And- and you got- holy shit you got the guys to help? I-”

Wilbur went completely silent and listened intently when the lyrics finally started, and your voice filled his ears. Holy shit you can sing well. Holy shit you’re so amazing. You were singing softly about all the little things you loved about him, as the camera zoomed in on another shot of you strumming Wil’s guitar- Ash’s phone and camera skills to thank for filming. You sang about how much you loved his smile, the sparkle in his eyes, as the music of the first verse built up to the chorus.

“I… I-” Wilbur kept starting words, but getting his attention broken by something in the video. During the chorus, the video swapped from clips of you and the guys in the studio, to quick flashes of videos you’d taken of Wil, short little clips you’d taken while he was smiling in his sleep, while he kissed your hand on a date, while he was showing you around his city, clips of him smiling from the top of a bus, clips of him from your video calls when you were long distance. A compilation of all the moments that made you fall even further in love with him, and set to the lyrics you write about how much you were falling. You had done all this for him. He was mesmerized, he was in awe watching this… this display of your love. His heart was so warm, he was melting into a puddle of emotions at the thought of you conspiring with his band, with his friends, to make something so personal- to make something that was so like something he would do for you. Because you knew this was how he showed his love.

Not only had you tried so hard to make such a beautiful thing and to make him happy, not only did the sentiment make this the best gift he’d ever received, the song itself was also just… so incredibly perfect. It was so you. It sounded exactly how your love felt, and Wilbur couldn’t even find the words throughout the rest of the video to say anything.

He was so, madly in love with you.

The short song came to a finish, with a cheer from the band that you had decided to keep in the final recording, the video cut to a clip of you and all the band guys together, laughing, before the camera turned around to reveal the grinning cameraman- Tommy, of course, who whispered to the mic when the last vibrato of the guitar was fading. “Wilbur, your partner’s a simp.”

And even with the video coming to an end, Wilbur sat completely still on the bed, his mouth dropped open in a little “o”. Slowly, he pushed the laptop off his lap.

You were almost embarrassed, flustered at having bared your heart to him, showed him a song you had written, you had sung, all about him. Your cheeks were hot as you awaited his reaction. He loved it, didn’t he? But he wasn’t saying anything. Slowly, you whispered. “Did you like it?”

“Did I-? (Y/N)...” Wilbur shook his head, finally looking over at you. His eyes were watery, a soft, warm smile on his lips as he nearly sputtered out. “Love. I-” Instead of speaking, he pulled you into his arms, pressing kisses against your face over and over and over, trying to imprint his love on your skin with his lips and squeezing you in his long arms. After a few deep breaths and a long kiss on your lips, he pulled back to look you in your eyes. “(Y/N), this is… the best thing anyone’s ever done for me. I can’t- I… I love it so much. I love you so much. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. And! And, oh my god! It’s so good! I didn't know you could sing like that!! It was music to my ears, darling. It was the best thing i’ve ever heard.” He grinned, poking your cheek teasingly. “And you played my guitar! It was so cute! Did you actually play it, or was that just the video?”

“Oh!!! That melody at the beginning, that was actually me playing in the recording!! They had to kinda help me at first but I got really good at it!!!”

“Holy shit, holy shit, I love you. I can’t explain how much I love you. This was… oh my god. I’m going to cherish this forever.” He kissed you again, before pulling away, shaking his head. “No, I’m going to cherish you forever.”

"Happy birthday, Wilbur."

He pulled you into his lap, and kissed you, again and again and again, tears of happiness falling between your lips as those final lyrics replayed again and again and again in his head.

“Let's curl up in each other, let our lips collide. Do these words seep through the cracks in your heart? Let's simmer until our bones entwine. Are we becoming that pretty work of art?"

Music to his ears.

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HOLY SHIT I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS!!!!

Thank you all so much!!!!

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Main Masterlist

MCYT

Technoblade

- Are You My Dad?

Lego Monkie Kid

n/a

{More to be added}

#darkonyx masterlist #mcyt fanfiction #masterlist #technoblade x reader #technoblade fanfiction #platonic #x reader #reader insert #fluff #multiple aus #sibling reader #lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lmk x oc

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I made an acc for specifically art! It would be nice if you could follow if you want to

#new account #art #art account #i draw things #if you didnt know #fanart account

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I think i have decided that i want to start over the Lost & Found fic series. I dont like how i wrote it initially but i think it will have the same premise of sbi being seperated. Sorry if you like how the original one was but I'm not that fond of it :/

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Are you my Dad?

A/N: I'll probably write more in this universe but it wont be as lengthy cause this ideas was just very cute and I still have ideas. This also was BARELY proofread

Summary: When Techno was going to search that abandoned fallout shelter he did not expect much but what he wasn't expecting was a child

(Nuclear Apocalypse/Fallout AU)

Platonic! Technoblade x Child! reader

Word count:1.8k

Warnings: apocalyptic themes?

This kind of apocalypse is based off the fallout games also TECHNODAD

To be fair, Technoblade didn't think this would happen. He had been on his way back from a job when discovered this old abandoned fallout shelter. He decided to go and search it for any supplies it had. Techno hadn't really expected much knowing that raiders most likely got to it before he had. But what he wasn't expecting was a seemingly alive child inside a cryogenic chamber.

‘Child pog...ORPHAN..Blood for the Blood god...take them… BLOOD.. ’

Techno tuned out the voices as they badgered on and on. He then scanned over the rest of the room. There were about a dozen chambers and the data tablets all showed them to be flatlined except the one with the kid. They looked no older than 4 years old from what he could tell. He didn't bother with it so he proceeded to go back to searching for anything useful and was about to exit the room until he heard a mechanical hissing sound from behind him. Alarm bells rang as his instincts went off, and he pulled out his pistol, turned around and aimed only to see the child that was once in the cryo chamber out in the open air staring up at him with unaware doe eyes. Techno realizing that there was no danger, slowly put down his weapon as he watched as the kid stumbled on their feet like a newborn deer due to them only coming unfrozen not even a minute ago. Once the kid got stable footing, they walked over to Techno and gazed up at him in curiosity. “Hullo” muttered Techno, looking down at them. The kid continued to blink up at him in curiosity, head tilted as he continued “What are you looking at?” He then crouched down to the kids level and tilted his head back at the kid. The kid proceeded to stare at him in curiosity until unexpectedly, the kid reached out and touched their hands to his face, gripping onto his tusks and touching his mutated features confused since they were different from their own. He almost thought he felt his heart squeeze a little at the kid's small hand curiously felt his face. He gently moves and pries the kids hands from his tusks and face and stands back up.

‘Little baby…. SO SMALL…. ADOPT….E...EW ORPHAN…PROTECT..’

As the voices cooed , Techno huffs and goes on his way to the door and exits the room. He held his weapon out at the ready since creatures tended to wander around fallout shelters especially abandoned ones. As he walked through halls, he could hear the tapping of small feet following him, very different sounding from his own hooved feet. Looking over his shoulder he saw the curious eyes from earlier peeking out from a corner. This proceeded to happen several times and with each time it amused him more and more. The kid followed him around like a duckling would as he searched through the room in the vault. He had been in the medical bay, looking around when he heard a small yelp of fear behind him. He turned in urgency and saw the child, cornered by a adroach with it trying to bite them. In urgency he pulled out his modified bat and killed it. The kid was clearly terrified, with tears streaming down their face. Once they noticed it was dead they ran over to him hiding their face into Techno’s body, clinging to him. Techno went still, not knowing what to do. He slowly patted their back in an attempt of comfort. “..It's okay…?” Techno said, unsure if that would be any help to console the child that was currently clinging to him. It seemed to work because slowly the kid stopped crying ‘TECHNOSOFT…..PROTECT…..BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD...TECHNOPROTECT…’

When the kid was calmed down enough techno tried to pry his shirt from the kids tight grip but they wouldn't budge. He had almost had the kid pried off of him but the kid looked as if they were about to cry again and decided not to try anymore. Techno signed and looked down at the clinging child and said reluctantly “Seems like you’ll be traveling with me for now, since you obviously can't take care of yourself..” ”The name is Technoblade.. You got a name?” he asked. “(y/n)...” the kid muttered out , it being muffled due to their face still being pushed into his pants. Technoblade didn't see the point of searching anymore due to the addition to his party and for the fact that there wasn't much of anything. “C’mon kid.. You need to let go. I can't move properly with you clinging to my leg like that” Techno told the kid. The kid looked reluctant but did so now only holding Techno’s wrist. He let the kid do it. Pulling the kid along he navigated his way with the help of his modified Pip Boy to the entrance he came in which happened to be the vault door that is in mangled bits. He gently pulled the kid along to the opening where they both could see a dirt tunnel with sunlight at the end. “Let's get going, kid” Techno ushered them along the path to the dirt tunnel until they exited. Techno shielded his eye from the sun with his hand. It didn't affect him much since he only was down there for a couple of hours but it affected (y/n) the worst since they were hiding their face into Techno’s body. Once their eyes got used to the brightness of the sunlight they slowly peeked out and removed their face from techno’s body. Checking his surroundings he looks down at his Pip Boy’s map to see how long it would take to get to the nearest town. His main mission was to get back to L’Manburg so he could get his payment for the job he took. The closest town was a few hours on foot and L’Manburg was even longer, being a couple of days away. He sighed looking down at the kid, the kid looked back up at him. “You ready?” Techno asks and the kid nods their head aggressively giving Techno a toothy bright smile. ‘I'm so done for’ Techno thought, feeling his heart squeeze tighter than before.

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It was 2 and a half hours into the walk when (y/n) started to slow down tiredly. Their eyes drooped tiredly, not wanting to walk anymore they tugged on Techno’s sleeve. Techno stopped and looked down at them. “What?” Techno asked. (y/n) looked up and made a grabbing motion upward, signaling they wanted up. “mm..sleepy..Teh-no bade..” they muttered tiredly and pouted. Internally he totally wouldn't admit his heart absolutely melted at the kid's sleepy actions and how they said his name. He almost didn't pick up the kid but he fought against that thought and picked them up in his arms ,holding them with one. Once in his arms the kid nuzzles into his neck.

‘TECHNODAD...DADNOBLADE...AWWWW…..SO CUTE….LITTLE DUCKLING..TIRED LITTLE ONE...’

His heart almost certainly exploded. ”It’s pronounced Tech-no-blade” He quietly corrected, smiling slightly down at the kid that was slowly falling into slumber. For the short amount he has spent with this kid he just knew he wouldn't be able to leave them, no matter how hard he would try. He’d protect and care for them until he couldn't anymore.

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The trip was quite chaotic but they finally made it to L’Manberg. He comes to find out on this trip that once (y/n) got more comfortable with him they seemed to be more talkative and even more curious than before. They were quite the chatterbox, babbling about anything and constantly asking questions about anything and everything even if they aren't the best at speaking. Usually the senseless talking would annoy him since he had grown up with Tommy but he found it endearing in a way. It grew to be the same thing with Tommy as well. Now that they are at the destination he can get his payment for the job ,maybe buy some things for the youngling and pick up some more bounties and jobs. Currently the kid is perched on his shoulders having the time of their life, them having never been up so high. They were giggling lots, gripping onto his dull pink hair to stay upright. They were quite the duo as they were gaining a ton of stairs. A little human getting a shoulder ride from a 7’8 mutated half pigman that is known as the Blood God. Techno could care less since he can just give a small glare and they would run away due to his status around here. He needed to get his payment jobs from the broker at the Las Nevadas bar so he could get back on his way but he first needed to drop off the kid at his home. Techno proceeded to change course to his residence. He started to walk off in the direction of his house. The little one on his shoulders had long since gone quiet until they piped up with a question.

“Where are we?”

“We’re going to my house”

Once his eyes caught the sight of the door to his home he lifted the kid off his shoulders and set them down on the ground. Pulling the keys out to the lock, he opens the door and guides (y/n) in. Once he closed the door behind them (y/n) let go of his hand and ran off to explore their new environment. Not long after he soon heard the tapping of claws on wood coming rapidly towards him. The thing that had been making all the running towards him had come into sight as his dog Floof came barreling towards him. Crouching down with a small smile, he meets the dog on the floor and gives him all the pets he couldn't give him when he was out. Once he looked up he noticed the kid tugging at his sleeve while looking at Floof in curiosity and slight apprehension. “..What's dat?” they asked, still looking at Floof. “This is Floof, my dog” “Oh” they nod in understanding. “He won't bite, don't worry. ”He reassures them. The apprehension from before completely disappears and courage is shown as they bend down and pet the dog the same as how they saw Techno do it. Techno looks at them in straight fondness unexpectedly. Honestly he thought he didn't really like children all that much but when he met the little one somewhere deep inside instantly would kill for the kid and it got attached. ”I'm going to go out for a bit, be good both of you and stay here, ok?” He tells them. (y/n) and pulls their attention back to Floof and gives it all their attention. His mouth upturns slightly and he proceeds to leave his home to get his money for his bounty.

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Under the Floorboards Part XIII:

(Technoblade x reader) Previous Part // Next Part

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Aether’s head snuggled into your chest as Technoblade shuffled beside you in your bed, a month or so had passed and Technoblade’s birthday had just come to pass. The entire syndicate had come together to celebrate and it was a touching sentiment. Technoblade never did have many friends, so when Ranboo and Niki came to you expressing that they wanted to have a celebration you were ecstatic. Technoblade seemed to enjoy it, although it all fell apart rather rapidly when Quackity arrived. He demanded you take Aether inside and your son clung to your chest, however not before Quackity got an eyeful of the both of you.

“Well hello. Who’s this little guy huh?”

“Back off.” Techno hissed and you placed a gentle hand on the swell of his back, “(Y/n)-”

“This is Aether. Our son.” You smiled tensely, “Not a lot of people know about him yet.”

“Princess-”

Quackity hummed, spreading out his duck wings and sticking out his tongue at Aether. His tongue poked out from the corner of his scar and he had a glass eye. Aether, however, didn’t flinch or tense at the man. He stuck out his hooves and poked him on the nose, he uttered a soft, honey-filled hello.

“We match.” Aether pointed to his empty socket and Quackity’s eye widened a little and he stood back up, adjusting his tie, and cleared his throat.

“Cute kid. I need to have a few words with your husband if you don’t mind,” Quackity glanced over at Technoblade who gave a stern nod,

“Princess. Take Aether inside okay? I’ll be in, in a few.”

“Just call if you need me.” You told him, taking his cheek in your hand and planting a kiss on his lips, “Don’t get into too much trouble.” Technoblade’s cheeks pinkened and he grumbled under his breath. Quackity’s jaw dropped at the way you magically tamed the beast and you headed inside your son in your arms. He gave Quackity a little wave over his shoulder and the man felt a twinge of remorse go through him.

But he had to do what needed to be done.

You felt soft lips press against the top of your head and your eyes slowly blinked open, “Tech...no?”

“It’s too early Princess, go back to bed.”

“It’s still dark outside…” You murmured reaching out to tug on his cloak, you didn’t even register he was dressed. “Come back to bed, you know Aether doesn’t sleep well without you here.”

“I’ll be back before you know I’m gone.” His large hand brushed your hair back off your forehead, “go back to sleep.” You whined and his face looked pained, he brought his hand down to your own and gave a light squeeze. He pressed a kiss to the ring that was stationed on it, “I love you.”

“It’s still dark outside.” You repeated weakly trying to fight off the sleep that was taking hold of you.

“I know. I just need to write something down…” He watched you grumble and your eyes drift close once more, “I love you.” Technoblade repeated needing to get a response before he left you both.

“I love you too.” You smiled sleepily nuzzling back under the covers, “Aether says he loves you too.” Technoblade laughed lightly, and kissed his son’s hairline,

“Tell him I love him more.”

Technoblade watched you lull off into sleep, his smile fell into a frown and he cursed softly under his breath. If he was walking into a trap made by Quackity he probably would never see any of them again, his heart ached in his chest at the thought. Technoblade pulled out a small bracelet with an emerald attached to it and wrapped it around Aether’s tiny wrist.

“Protect your mom, kid.” He ruffled his hair and Aether snuggled closer to her chest, Technoblade adjusted the crown on his head and stepped down the ladder slowly. Techno wanted to avoid as much unnecessary noise as he could, as he entered the sitting area Steve picked up his head and huffed. “You too, watch out for them buddy. They’re gonna need you.” He swore Steve was giving him a disapproving look, “don’t look at me like that.” Technoblade sighed, grabbing a book and quill. He dipped the feather in black ink and scrawled a note out to his lover relaying his plan to her, apologizing for having to leave her for so long. But he made sure to remind her that she was strong and could overcome anything she put her mind to, he tore the page out and rested it on top of some of the papers leftover from last night. With a deep breath, Techno grabbed his sword before stepping out of the house, Phil greeted him outside. He was leaning against the door of his home, his wings were pulled close to his body, hat tipped downward covering his eyes. Phil looked up hearing that Technoblade closed the door, “I don’t need a lecture.”

“Well you’re getting one anyway mate, what kind of dad would I be if I didn’t lecture you?”

“You’re not my dad.”

“Still. You have a wife and a kid at home, you’re walking right into a trap. You’ll probably never see them again. I’m assuming you haven’t told them of your plan?”

“Absolutely not. She’d convince me out of it, she’s very persuasive.” Techno sighed softly running a hand through his hair, “Plus...if I get stuck in the prison I want her to try and live a normal life the best she can. You’ll keep an eye on them too right?”

“Mate.” Phil sighed, shaking his head, “I got Wilbur to keep an eye on now that he’s revived. I’ll do my best, I love both her and Aether like they’re my own. But…”

“I understand. Just don’t let her do anything stupid, she’ll die if she tries to break me out.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Technoblade nodded and gave Phil a hard pat on the back, “Stay safe.”

“You too mate.”

Technoblade took one last look at the house before trudging through the tundra towards Pandora’s box.

~~~

You woke up feeling cold, not used to waking up and feeling a chill of the Tundra air on your body. Your brow furrowed and reached out to the space beside you, eyes cracking open you saw the only one in bed with you was Aether. You tried to remember if Technoblade told you he was going on a mansion run or something last night, scratching your scalp you sat up on the bed. You made sure not to wake your baby as you slid out from under the covers, the room looked untouched, but Techno’s crown and cloak were gone. Worry started to worm its way into your heart, he usually would wake you up early to say goodbye if he was doing either one of those things. You vaguely remembered catching him awake last night but couldn’t recall what he had told you. Sliding down the ladder you saw Steve asleep at the foot of it, no food was in his bowl which made you frown once more.

“You hungry buddy?”

The polar bear grumbled looking up at you with steel-blue eyes, slowly he got up from his resting spot to walk along beside you. For the first time today, you smiled, you scratched behind the bear’s ears. Steve seemed to relax and lean into your familiar touch, he seemed just as stressed as you felt, maybe just maybe, he was feeding off your negative energy. You tossed him some meat in the air and he caught it in his mouth furiously digging into the flesh,

“Atta boy.” You hummed, opening the trashcan to swipe the leftover trash into the bin from yesterday, papers and leftover food fell into the bin with a soft thump. Steve suddenly growled facing towards the door, his face was stained with blood, you knew that meant someone was fast approaching your humble abode. You looked down at your nightgown and flushed nervously, maybe it was a good thing Technoblade wasn’t home. There was a knock at the door and you cursed under your breath, you hoped the knocking wouldn’t wake Aether. You walked over to it and opened it, you knew if needed Steve would protect you. At the door was a young man with a mop of curly brown hair, with a pair of round glasses resting on his face. His sweater was yellow and had a large sewn-up tear in the center, Wilbur.

This was Wilbur.

“Hello love, may I come in?”

To say you were a little shocked was an understatement, word had spread that the man was revived from the dead recently. Technoblade didn’t seem to give two shits that he was revived but you knew the full story from Phil, ultimately you were happy the older man had his son back, you couldn’t imagine ever losing Aether like that.

“I...sure.” You stepped to the side and the man walked in looking around your shared home with your husband, “could I interest you in some tea? Coffee?”

“Tea would be lovely, thank you. Mind if I smoke?”

Steve seemed to answer the question with a low growl and Wilbur turned to face the bear, he paled slightly and you laughed uncomfortably.

“I guess that’s your answer, sorry.”

“I can see why Technoblade likes him.” Wilbur scoffed, shaking his head, he glanced over to you, “either way it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I heard some wonderful things about you from Phil, not to mention you’re gorgeous, how did you end up with Techno.”

Your stomach squirmed uncomfortably, your brow twitching in annoyance. You handed Wilbur his tea and sat across from him at the table, your tongue pressed against your cheek. “Now, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hm?” He raised a brow taking a sip of his tea,

“How’d I end up with Techno? What’s the meaning? I love him.”

“I mean obviously, you married the bastard.” He laughed, eyes twinkling with some form of twisted delight. “Well first of all Techno’s more pig than human. He has an insatiable bloodlust, hates children, and has never expressed more of a tolerance for anyone other than Phil and himself. So how did you do it? How did you tame the beast?”

You suddenly wished Ghostbur was here, you decided you much preferred him other than the man in front of you.

“I didn’t ‘tame’ anyone. He isn’t an animal, even when he’s in his piglin form he still isn’t a beast. He’s kind and caring, swore to protect me and our son with his entire life, so have the voices.” Wilbur paused a minute slamming a hand on the table,

“Hold on rewind. Son?”

“Mom!” A loud voice echoed from upstairs and you tensed, you probably shouldn’t have said that. “Where are you?”

“Downstairs Aether! We have a guest!”

There was loud fumbling from upstairs and the sound of rapid footsteps padding around the room. You flinched a little at the noise, “Sorry he gets over-excited.” He seemed to be in shock, still recovering from the fact Techno did have a son and that Phil never shared this information with him. Fumbling down the ladder was a little boy, no older than ten, his pink hair was messy and curled furiously. His one eye was missing and he seemed to suffer from vitiligo around the same eye, he had pig-like ears and tiny tusks.

He was a little recreation of Technoblade save for the rainbow clips that held his hair out of his eyes, and the red poppy situated behind his ear. The overalls he wore were half-buttoned and caused you to tut, “Aether.”

“I couldn’t button ‘em with my hooves…” He murmured shyly and you walked over to clasp them together. “Still don’t know how to use fingers yet,” Aether murmured, peeking around your body to get a glimpse of the guest. “Woah! Who’s he?” His eyes lit up in wonder, “we match too! I’m matching with everyone mama!” He pointed to the stitching on Wilbur’s face that seemed to snap him out of his stupor.

“It seems we do, Aether right?” The boy nodded happily “I’m Wilbur,”

Wilbur smiled and Aether looked lost in thought for a moment like he was trying to see where he recognized him from.

“I like your bracelet, may I see?”

Aether blinked looking down at his wrist a small emerald gleamed in the sunlight. “Oh, sure. I don’t know…”

Wilbur took Aether’s wrist in his hand and traced the emerald. “Ah, is this one of Technoblade’s friendship emeralds? He really thinks of you as a son huh?” He watched Aether’s entire face flush red as his ears twitched in embarrassment. Suddenly, he blurted,

“Oh! I know where I know you from! You’re grandpa’s son? He talks about you all the time!”

You paled a little nervously glancing over at Wilbur, his actual son, just to see how he’d react to that one. All Wilbur responded with was a tilt of his head, a small smile came across his lips much to your surprise.

“Let me guess he spoils you rotten huh? He spoiled Fundy rotten as well, the old bastard.”

Aether looked over at you hesitantly, you raised an eyebrow, “Go ahead Aether. Does grandpa Phil spoil you? I think Techno and I would like to know as well.”

“It was nice meeting you, Wilbur!” Aether rushed out and grabbed onto Steve’s fur pulling the bear towards his room. You crossed your arms clicking your tongue,

“Well, that’ll be a conversation for later.” You watched him disappear and Wilbur chuckled softly, you turned to look over at him, his eyes held some sort of fondness. Maybe just a little bit Aether reminded him of a young Fundy, full of life and innocence.

Wilbur would mourn when he’d have to shatter it.

“Now, is that all you came over to say? I’m afraid Techno isn’t home at the moment, I’m not entirely sure where he ran off to.” You twirled the ring on your finger nervously, and Wilbur could tell you were anxious. “I didn’t know why he gave Aether an emerald...I’m happy of course, but I don’t know why he’d…” You trailed off rubbing your eyes, you just woke up and you already felt drained. You barely even registered Wilbur snapping his fingers like he had an epiphany,

“That’s what I wanted to tell you. Technoblade’s in the prison!”

The room went dead silent, and all you could hear was Aether’s tiny footsteps in the other room. You could hear a pin drop it was so quiet, Wilbur broke it with a low whistle,

“Oh? Did he not tell you?”

“Get your father.”

“Uh, what-”

“Get your fucking father.”

Wilbur stilled and gave a small nod of his head, he was always one to listen to a woman bossing him around.

Could you blame him? (Y/n) was hot and powerful? He’d let her fuck him...wait- no.-

“Wilbur. Now!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

You ran a hand through your hair, wanting to pull it out by the roots, you were married to a fucking idiot. A crazy fucking idiot.

Good thing you matched his crazy and his idiocy.

You ran up the ladder skipping a ton of rungs on the way, you tossed off your nightgown and threw on something more presentable. Your shirt was an old one of Techno’s and it still smelled of him, all burning wood and cedar, with hints of cinnamon. You threw on a pair of black cargo pants, and some boots. You paused momentarily, seeing your crown on the nightstand.

Fuck it.

You placed it on your head and grabbed a netherite dagger Technoblade has made specifically for you.

The only thing you didn’t grab was a totem of undying.

Phil greeted you with Wilbur by his side at the entrance of the house.

“(Y/n) what’s going on?”

“I need you to watch Aether for me.” You commanded, grabbing your bag from the side table, filling it with potions and valuable items. “Don’t know how long I’ll be gone, but my husband is an absolute buffoon.”

“Slow down (Y/n)!” Phil exclaimed grabbing you by the upper arm, “Where are you going-”

“Prison.”

“Fucking what. You can’t do that if you get trapped there too? What about Aether.”

“Too? I didn’t even tell you- hold the phone.” You snarled, tearing your arm from his grip, “How did Wilbur know Technoblade was in prison before me, did you know?” Phil was quiet not looking at you, he was looking at the ground, “Philza Minecraft did you fucking know he was going to do this?”

“Language (Y/n).” Wilbur chimed with a teasing smile on his face, you only turned your harsh look towards him.

“Shut the fuck up you zombie freak,”

“Don’t call him that.” Snarled Phil, the usual calm-headed man, blew up at you, “He has a name and it’s Wilbur.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck! The father of my son is in prison!”

“He’s not even your real son!”

Your face fell and your heart shattered, a look of realization dawned on Phil’s face and Wilbur looked shell-shocked. “Shit-” Phil muttered he seemed to be looking over your shoulder now, you turned your head to see Aether peeking his head around the wall. He was in his piglin form but that didn’t stop the tears from flowing out of his eyes. “Kid I didn’t mean-” Aether ran into your arms and you held him close to your chest, grip tightening around his small body,

“Get out.”

“(Y/n) please just listen-”

“Get the fuck out of my house Phil.”

“(Y/n)” Phil tried to take a step towards her but Steve blocked his path. The usual passive bear was practically snarling at the old man. “Listen to me, I promise you I didn’t mean-” He reached out a hand and Steve snapped at him, if Wilbur didn’t pull him back his hand was probably completely gone.

“Dad, we should go.”

“But-”

“Now,” Wilbur urged, pushing his father out the door. You were left alone with a bear and your very strong, very real son.

“I love you.” You spoke softly, “You are my son and I love you, you’re my entire world. You’re your father’s entire world.”

“But I’m not- I’m not really your son. Phil’s right.” He cried pressing his hands to his eyes, his little body shook and Steve curled up around the both of you.

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” You assured cupping his cheeks in your hands. “If we didn’t consider you a real son, your father wouldn’t have given you that emerald,” You kissed his cheek, whipping away the tears.

“Why is dad in prison?”

“Cause he’s stupid.”

You blatantly stated and Aether laughed softly at the deadpan look that appeared on your face.

“Mom?”

“Hm?”

“Are you gonna break dad out of prison?”

“I’m certainly going to give it my best shot.” You laughed fondly peppering his cheeks in kisses, “but you can’t come with me just in case.”

“No! You can’t leave! I want to help!” Aether demanded gripping onto your shirt tightly and you winced. “What if you don’t come back either…”

“That won’t happen.” You assured your son chewing on your lower lip, “but...I need to find you a babysitter in the meantime.”

“Ranboo, Tubbo, and Michael?”

“No...they’ll send you over to Phil.”

Aether scrunched up his nose and his eyes grew wet all over again, “No. I don’t want to go there.”

“You won’t be going, not now, not ever again, go pack an overnight bag okay?” You ruffled his fuzz, “I have a plan. It’s a long shot but maybe it’ll work. Do you remember Mr. Foolish?”

~~~

As you entered the brightly lit desert you realized just how unprepared you were for any type of hot weather. You had told Aether to pack some summer clothes but even still you weren’t sure if he was fully prepared for this type of heat. You were sweating something horrible, in Technoblade’s button-up, but Aether seemed pretty alright, you glared hotly at him.

“How’re you not sweating?”

“I lived in the Nether mom, remember.” The smile he sent you was blinding, you couldn’t help but smile back at your son.

“I seem to have forgotten there wasn’t a time where you haven’t lived with us.” You cooed sweetly at him and he blushed tucking his head in the crook of your neck, “what? I’m serious! You’ve always been my baby poppyseed.”

“You’ve always been my mom!”

You wanted to sob, what did you do to deserve him? You went to snuggle into your son, but you were distracted by two little children peeking around one of the lamp posts. They looked very similar to Foolish, except one had a little bow in their hair.

“Well hello there!” You called waving one of your arms in the air, they both tensed considerably at being caught. “I’m (Y/n) and this is Aether, we’re friends of Foolish do you happen to know where he is?”

“Oh! Dads-” The bow-haired totem slammed a hand over the elder one's mouth, looking rather fearful of the newcomers. You tried to appear as motherly as possible and without trying to scare the kids you took a step towards them. This time they didn’t tense just eyed you wearily,

“It would mean a lot if you ran and got him for us.”

They looked at one another before nodding and scampering off in the sand.

You and Aether didn’t have to wait long, because over the dunes came Foolish he looked worried until he saw your figure.

“Welcome (Y/n)! It’s good to see you! For a moment I was worried you were BadBoyHalo and his gang once again.” The giant man wrapped you and your son in a comforting hug, “I’m almost relieved, to be honest. Welcome to my summer home!”

“Thank you, I’m afraid I’m not here just to visit, there’s something rather serious I need to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” He blinked in surprise, tilting his head much like a puppy, “Are you alright?”

The pained smile on your face told him all he needed to know, “What’s wrong?” Foolish didn’t know why he cared so much for your safety and wellbeing. Maybe it was the kid on your hip or the fact that you had such a strong connection to his fellow God, but either way, he was worried for you.

“Technoblade’s stuck in the prison. I don’t know why or how, but I intend to find out, but I need someone to watch Aether.”

He rubbed his chin nervously, “What about Phil?”

“No. He’s not allowed near my son, you’re the only one I can trust right now.”

Foolish didn’t ask you to clarify, figuring it was none of his business but the serious look on your face made him worry for the relationship between Technoblade’s eldest friend and yourself.

“I’ll give you whatever you want in return.”

“Three stacks of gold.”

“Deal.”

“Aether, you be good for Mr. Foolish okay? He’ll take good care of you while I go get your father.” You smiled fondly as you placed him onto the sand, he shuffled awkwardly,

“You’ll be back soon right?”

“As soon as possible.” You held out your pinky finger, “promise.”

Aether grinned and interlocked his pinky around yours, “Don’t get hurt!”

“Never do,” you snickered, pulling away from him, “If you need anything call...I should be around.”

“I will. Aether do you want to meet Jr and Finley?”

“Sure.”

You watched the giant shark totem depart with your son and you took in a deep breath. You pulled out your map and headed towards L’manburg and Pandora’s Box, ready to throw hands with whoever got in your way. The trip took you almost all afternoon but eventually, you knew you made it by the fatigue you felt as you got close enough to the looming prison. You stood at the entranceway and grit your teeth, the air seemed so thick around this desolate place, you hoped Techno was alright. You stepped into the obsidian walls, a giant nether portal sat in the center of the room, you pressed the bottom on the wall and a voice cackled over a speaker telling you to enter the portal. Stepping through you ended up face to face with the Warden, you were pretty sure his name was Sam, and he didn’t seem all that surprised to see you standing before him.

“State your name and business.’”

“(Y/n) (L/n).” You held your head high and your hand going to rest on the blade on your hip, “Technoblade’s wife. I’m here to see why you imprisoned my husband.” Sam scoffed at you and his grip tightened on his trident,

“You seriously have no idea why he’s in here?” Sam droned tapping his foot on the black floor. “He’s the only one who could break Dream out of Prison if he wanted, and he would too. They’ve worked together in the past and Technoblade owes him a favor, therefore for the betterment of the server he’ll be imprisoned indefinitely.”

Your body tensed and a chill was sent down your spine, “Indefinitely?”

He sighed but nodded his head, “He’ll most likely never see the sunrise again. Unfortunately, I can’t let you visit him either, considering he has a murderous cellmate. My apologies.”

“Are you shitting me!” You snarled slamming your hands down on his desk, “That’s utter bullshit! You can’t just lock someone up for a crime they didn’t commit, yet, let alone wasn’t going to commit in the first place! That’s a dictatorship!”

“Says the anarchist.”

You glared hotly at the creeper hybrid in front of you, he looked like he rehearsed dismissing all your pleas and complaints. “You can’t let me or our son visit him, he’s my husband and a father, what do you expect us to do?”

“It’s simply protocol, sorry.”

“You’re not sorry. You’re probably getting off on this you sick fuck, tearing families apart.”

“Do you know who you’re married to?” The warden laughed dryly, his eyes flashing at you, “a terrorist. Who’s blown up and killed more people than I can count? You don’t think he deserves to be in prison for that? To atone for his crimes against the server. Technically you should be thrown in too, for even associating let alone marrying the man.”

“You can’t jail me for marrying someone! Also, the ends of all of what he did justified the means. I was-”

You refrained from admitting you were also present when Phil, Dream, and he blew up L’manburg for the second time. “He was betrayed by the people of the country. Plus, even for the favor Techno wouldn’t have broken Dream out, he kidnapped me and threatened to kill me.”

“I’ve had enough of your pointless babbling (Y/n).” He rubbed his temple wearily, “The answer is no. I’m going to give you one more chance to turn away before I’ll have to take drastic measures.”

“What’re you going to do? Lock me up to fucker? Leave my kid an orphan.”

“Not exactly.” He took a step out from behind his desk trident in hand, “But you do have canon lives now. All I can say is word travels fast about those types of things on the server. I can take one away,” Sam snapped his fingers, “Snuff you out just like that, you’re a little thing. It’d be easy to break you if I needed to teach you a lesson.”

A chill went down your spine, he wouldn’t, kill you, would he? You didn’t have a totem on you, you tried to think of what Technoblade would do in this situation. He’d probably tell you not to risk it, that he wasn’t worth it and that you being alive mattered more to him than his freedom.

Then again he always was a hypocrite.

If you were in prison right now the man would go through hell to get you out or break you out. He’d slaughter the Warden when he even suggested he wouldn’t be able to visit you and tear down the walls of the prison before anyone could tell him otherwise. Techno would do so alongside the help of the entire syndicate, including Phil. Hell, he’d even do it with Aether in one of those baby harnesses, and get out without a scratch on him or your son.

You made up your mind.

“I’d like to see you try.” You snarled at the creeper hybrid you hissed right back at you, he aimed his trident high preparing to strike you down with it. You steeled yourself ready to dodge at a moment's notice, Sam moved to throw the trident and instead threw a dagger right at your heart. Luckily, you were prepared for something to be thrown at you so you dodged it just barely. Sam launched himself over the desk and you wielded your dagger, you blocked the blow from his trident. He pushed back against your blade and you stumbled backward, it was enough to cause Sam to lose his balance. While he wobbled you kicked him hard in the chest, with his armor on it didn’t cause much damage or do much to wind him. Recovering fast his hand gripped your ankle and tossed you much like a ragdoll. You fell and landed against the floor with a loud thump, luckily you avoided damage to your head; using a technique Technoblade had taught you in many of your spars. Since you had no trauma to the head your grip tightened on the dagger and you were able to get to your feet rather fast. Although Sam already had the trident aimed at your chest, you felt the prongs penetrate your body with such momentum you could feel the skin tear where they entered. In fact, the force was so great it skewered you against the wall. You let out a cry of pure agony as blood spilled down your chin, you felt every fiber of your being screaming at you as you struggled to catch your breath. Sam walked over to you cooly and grabbed your neck within his large hand squeezing it tightly, you whimpered not getting any air into your lungs at this point. With his other hand, he pulled out a small communicator,

“Attention all prisoners, we have an unwanted guest at the prison today.” The intercom crackled to life around all of you, but it was more of a buzzing to you than anything else. “State your name, little rat.” He released his grip on your neck briefly,

“Suck my dick-” You let out a pained scream as he twisted the trident that was in your chest. “(Y/n)! It’s (Y/n)! Please stop!” You coughed as blood sprayed all over the floors and Sam’s armor. Under his gas mask, you were sure The Warden was grinning madly, happy that the situation went in his favor, he couldn’t wait to see the look on Technoblade’s face. He could practically hear him screaming your name and causing a blood-thirsty fit in the cell.

If he was lucky maybe he’d kill Dream in the process.

“Why did you get in trouble today?”

“I don’t fucking- AH!”

You swore your entire chest was open, your entire body was burning in white-hot pain, how you are not dead yet is a miracle in and of itself.

“Seems she’s a little indisposed at the moment,” He mused, having way too much fun torturing you until the light left your eyes. “She’s here because she wanted visiting hours to see her husband. I informed her of the dangers and strictly forbid it, drastic measures needed to be taken. Isn’t that right sweetie?”

His hand clasped itself around her neck again, “Don’t mess with me or this prison ever again. Technoblade is never getting out of here, you’ll never get visiting rights and you better get used to it.”

Your vision began to turn black and you felt his nails dig into the skin of your neck, “please…” you wheezed as a nauseating feeling began to overcome your body. You began to feel lightheaded at the lack of oxygen and blood in your body, you wanted to cry. Fat tears fell down your cheeks in rapid succession as you tried to claw at his hand desperately looking for some sort of release.

“Don’t come back here.”

He only squeezed harder and you felt like your eyes might pop out of their sockets, to add insult to injury the man ripped his other hand into your chest and you tried to scream, but no sound came out. A figure appeared behind Sam, a gorgeous woman with flowing black hair and a veiled hat.

“Come with me, my child, it’s alright. I’ll make sure you get back to your son safely.”

Her voice was soothing, you didn’t feel any pain, her voice made you feel at home like you had a warm blanket and a nice cup of tea. “Good girl, slip away with me, you can trust me.”

And you did. ~~~

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