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dearestestella · 2 years

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Techno and fem reader request :)

Friends to lovers

Idk if i sent one in thats like this- sorry if i did

Techno and reader are just chilling on the couch, technos reading a storie and reader gets cold so tech offers her his cape,

Well they go to bed in different rooms and reader cant sleep so goes to technos room and quietly knocks, he opens the door clearly woken up and she tries to play it off like she was giving him back the cape, but when he felt how cold her hands are he pulls her into the room, laying down and pulling her on top of him to go to sleep

'' cold ''

PAIRING: techno x reader

DESCRIPTION: techno notices you are chilly, and even though he had offered you his cape before you went to bed, that wasn't enough. so you climb into bed with him.

AUTHORS NOTE: ahhh, i did receive your other ask! this is so cute, love thisssdsbjfhdfbh

The night breeze was cold as it washed over your skin, tugging the blanket close to you as you kept glancing over at the open window. Techno liked it colder, even if you did or didn't, it was almost creeping towards the end of fall. The leaves alarm you with warm, soft autumn colors descending to the concrete streets as they dance in the wind.

Techno noticed your behavior, blanket close to you as you shivered slightly, your eyes glued to the window as he left out a soft laugh. The man reached over to close the window, hand closing it before he fell back into place, looking down at you. "Better?" He asked, Techno's arm returning to the back of the couch behind your head. You smile and nod, rubbing your legs together to get some friction of warmth. The pig scoffed before standing, giving you the blanket as you watched his every move. The man had been gone for quite some time, leaving you to watch the movie, mind wandering to where he might have left. Did he storm off? Was he upset or was he just grabbing something?

You tapped your foot impatiently, about to go and search for him, but you retreated once you heard his hooves return back to you. You tilt your head as you saw his cloak in his hand, and you give a confused smile as he approached you. "Going out?" You asked, but Techno shook his head, sitting back next to you as he tapped your shoulder so you'd lean over. Once you did, Techno wrapped the cloak around your shoulders, hoping you'd find warmth now. And you did, the smell of your friend's cape filled your senses. Techno had a soft scent, subtle, but still there. It smelt of soft roses but was still slightly damp due to the snow it had traveled in previously...bless his heart, but you still sat cold. Warmer, but still cold.

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The movie reached an eventual end, credits rolling as you let out a hefty yawn, Techno followed as he stood up, his height growing as he stretched. "I'm going to bed," he said lowly, marching over to his bedroom as his figure lurched over with a sleepy aura. All you could do was chuckle, when he is tired, he is definitely tired. "Night." He said before closing his door with a click, you raised a hand and waved him off before stretching yourself, the coat falling to the couch. You looked behind you, forgetting the soft fabric had rested upon your shoulders. You lean down, picking it up with your hands as the sight of it brought a smile to your face. Techno was very, very sweet, even when he didn't seem like showing it. He usually put his affections towards actions and gifts, words you would receive not so often...but when you do, you know he had very well meant it.

You wrapped the cape back around your shoulders, letting out a small shiver before heading to your bed. Even though you let the sheets envelope you in its warmth, you still felt a cold. You groan as you kick your feet around, hoping to get some friction, but was still met with a disappointing outcome. You shot from your sleep, lifting from the bed as the still laid at your shoulders. As you headed to your door, opening it and approaching Techno’s door, hesitating.

You didn’t know if Techno was ever fully comfortable with you sleeping with him, but you’ve never asked…but I guess there’s a first for everything. You let out a sigh and knocked, hearing a small ‘come in’ before you entered. Your head popped through, the sight of Techno rubbing his eyes and leaning on his one arm brought a small smile to your lips. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whispered, Techno scoffed, shaking his head.

“M’still awake, can’t you tell,” Techno comforted you with sarcasm. You roll your eyes as Techno tilted his head to the side a bit. “What do you need?” He asked, voice a low rumble as it accompanied a rasp, sleep at his tongue. You shrug, playing with your hands as you leaned against his door frame.

“I was uh,” you muttered, making Techno hum; indicating for you to continue. “Gonna return this.” You said, a quick smile at your lips as you took off the cloak, sending a shiver down your spine as you were met with the cold again. Now, as you tried to dash out of the room, embarrassment burning your cheeks, Techno furrowed his eyebrows.

“Uh huh, that right?” He said, leaning over and his back slouching. “You always steal my clothes, you obviously didn’t just come here to return it.” Techno chuckled softly while you stood nervously, playing with your hands with your body against the door frame.

“Would you like to sleep with me?” He finished your sentence, making your throat go dry at the thought of being rejected. The pig chuckled, his hand grabbing the sheet and lifting it, inviting you over. “C’mon.” Your eyes lit up as you walked over, closing the door behind you before you sat on the edge of his bed. Techno’s hands moved to take yours, his fingertips gliding over your cold knuckles. “Pfft, you’re such a liar.” Techno concluded before looping his arm around your shoulders, motioning you into his bed. You hummed with a comfort as Techno rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face while you snuggled up to him. “You were still cold?” He said, your head on his shoulder as you looked up to him with tired eyes.

“Yeah,” you whispered, half asleep. “We live in the damn snow.” You murmured in his arm, the pig ruffled your hair and dropped his head back to sleep.

“That’s fair,” Techno grumbled before sighing, sleep enveloping the both of you. The man then heard your soft snoring, mouth agape as your head leaned against his arm. The pig smiled, rubbing your arm. “Night, you dork.”

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- deacy! <3

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dearestestella · 2 years

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comments literally makes me so happy, I get so excited I let out happy stims bc of it sjshshsdh

"I'm sorry for the long comment on your fic-"

Please don't be?? I mean, you actually take the time to write paragraphs about something I wrote?? It's so cool?? I cry happy tears when I get comments like this on my fics??

Here's to the people who write long comments on fics, you're one of the reasons I keep writing 💫

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dearestestella · 2 years

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LMAOO IM DEFO GONNA WATCH THIS TEAM

Somebody said that this team it's on a double date, and now I can't unsee it 😂

But also, I'm so happy I get to see Skeppy on MCC for the first time! YaY!

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dearestestella · 2 years

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Cheesecake Deal

in which wilbur eats your cheesecake.

[pic from @/pictures-of-wilbur]

hihi! here is one of the prompts from the list i posted! [find that here] this one was requested by @pebblebrainlovejoy and it is “that is illegal you are literally describing something illegal.”

my requests r open btw pls send some in im dying 4 wil content </3

word count - 687

warnings - slight gore / torture reference first paragraph ??

“Wilbur fucking Soot. I am going to skin you alive and cut off all your big toes one by one, and force you to eat them and then gouge out your eyeballs. What the fuck is wrong with you?“ You stormed into his home office, standing at the doorway with your arms crossed.

"Hi my love.” Wilbur gave you a smile. “You just described something highly illegal in front of thousands of people on Twitch.tv/WilburSoot.”

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dearestestella · 2 years

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"he really loved you guys a lot. even if you hated him; if you gave him views, he loved you. no, he loved his audience a lot to the point of ignoring advice because he really really loved you guys a lot.

and im sure he'd be embarrassed as shit to see the outpouring of love. if i know technoblade, he would have been so embarrassed but he'd love it. as someone who embarrassed technoblade on the daily, i know he'd hate it.

he'd say "i should do this more often"

i only knew him three years, but i enjoyed every single year. i'm so thankful for those three years, and every adventure.

12 million subs; if he was still alive, he'd be rubbing it in tommy's face

i have one request of you before we go away; i want you all to do your best to remember him for as long as you can. not just because it's good to do, but because we're gonna keep making inside jokes about him, and if you don't remember him you won't understand.

please, remember him.

and maybe when one of you are a big streamer, you can say your big inspiration was technoblade, and it's true. you can say it and i'll hear it.

one of us!"

wilbur ❤️

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dearestestella · 2 years

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You alright? ~ c!Technoblade

Summary: Techno lost a fight, he has to make it up to his pride for letting you see him like that.

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: c!Technoblade / gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of blood

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The floor whined painfully, every step paced by was wearing down the glossy varnish.

Four hours, it had been four hours past the time he was supposed to be back, and the sinking feeling in your stomach seemed to sink you further down the hardwood beneath your feet, quiet footsteps slowly turned into a quick, worried pace, stomping down your heel harder with every passing thought. You tried sitting down, taking down the clock, every distraction under your roof, and each time without fail, it would only take a few minutes before you began to circle the entire room in a worried haze.

After an eternity of spiraling in and out of paranoia, the door finally swung open, your head turning with inhuman speed, half expecting Phil to burst in and confirm every fear you’ve created for yourself in the past four hours. But it wasn’t, long, peach pink hair beamed back at you, a brightness in the mess you were about to notice.

As your eyes trailed down his body, the blood stains only grew in size, a thick red coat on both his hands and a matching blemish on his chest, beneath his now torn-up shirt. His breathing was frantic, eyes widened at your presence, and maybe losing battles hurt his ego, but nothing could compare to how he scathed at the sight of you.

Racing against him as he took a step back, about to turn and exit, hide until he's well and pretend you never saw him wounded; you pushed past him, the dark wood unforgiving once you jumped to slam your back up to it, painfully but effectively closing the door you had been willing to be open the entire afternoon. Head-turning to the side, his eyes sent a deathly stare your way for a moment before they followed the motion, scanning the surroundings he's witnessed at least a million times.

You scoffed at his behavior, not only was he hurt, he was being arrogant too, tension thicker than the crimson still spilling through his grip. “What the hell happened?” you took a step forward, but slow like the ones you’d take near a dangerous animal, as to not set them off, not wanting to set him off either. Physically, the man supposed to be the bigger person was now sulking back, avoiding the direct eye contact you were trying so hard to establish, to get him to speak about how he got to this state.

Minutes passed like hours as you waited for a response from him, only for him to sound a quick “Lost.” followed by a shrug, unclear if he meant to shrug at the self explanatory wounds, or to shake off the defeat. “Lost?” dragged out and mumbled you acknowledge his hesitation, urging him to speak to you. And yet he caught no hints, shoulders raised and eyes wide he shook his head at you, signaling a loss of words. “Right,” growing impatient you spoke again, determined to at least help the man before you, no matter how capable he might be, “take a seat,” you gestured to the couch, careful not to leave the doorway before it was safely out of his reach.

He sat down, quiet and avoidant, yet he leaned in your touch like it was the last. You slipped the cape back first, examining his back for any further injury, relieved at the blank white woven cashmere. A nervous tap emerged from below, his knee bouncing in a worried rhythm, heightening the stress of the situation in an almost taunting manner. Your brows furrowed at the action, in a frantic attempt to decipher the attitude he was having with you. “Take this off.” tugging at the shirt, and yet again met with a silent compliant Technoblade.

Once you had the space to assess the damage, a warm, damp cloth cleaned up the seeping blood down the left side of his ribcage, alongside some splatter here and there. The next step was disinfection, only if you got the deep gash to halt the rapid flow, coming to the only viable momentary solution. He got a warning first, partially still asking for permission to hurt him further in the name of remedy, “I need to stop your bleeding.” you already had the folded material on him, hesitating to press it down, doubt fading once he nodded, adjusting in his seat.

As soon as pressure pushed against his wound, his body jolted, wincing for a split second, but he refused to let it show, a slow, noticeably shaky breath exhaled instead. You heard it, guilty conscience tightening its hold on your guts, pulling you away from him. Your hands hovered patiently, waiting for his pain to subside so you could continue the work. He seemed unfazed, looking straight up at you, what was once a sharp glare softened to a frightened, almost disappointed look, something inside him wished he didn’t flinch, but alas. Sparks set off where your hands had been, skin burning for more, cooled down by the missing warmth of your touch against it.

“Sorry.”

He nodded again, not breaking his silence. Despite his best efforts to stay in line, and keep the stoic act up, the thump against his chest seemed to quicken with every gentle move you made.

There was a warmth he couldn’t decipher, almost melting him inside, at least that’s what he felt, your fingers left indents on his heart like silver on ice. What he didn’t quite catch was your own flustered shake, slightly twitching as you swiped alcohol-soaked cotton across his flaming skin. He never showed any further reactions, only tightening his jaw every once in a while, unnoticeable to any other, tell-tale sign he was silently taking it all to keep whatever part of his dignity he felt necessary.

While you finished pinning down the bandage you wrapped he pulled his hips back, sitting straight, eyes focused on the way you carefully puppeteered the thin metal between the tight netting. In a moment of pride, you shot up quickly, standing up from your previous crouch just a little too fast, your vision closing in before you could admire the work you spent so long on. In the split second your brain looped you out of reality, your body found itself losing balance, falling forward and into the well-prepared hands of the man who had just minutes ago put his pain in yours. His forearms pulled you toward him, sitting back down, his hands floating parallel to your lower back, the heat his hands exuded pinpointing their location for you.

Once the static lifted off your vision you realized what had happened, looking down at the way your legs stretched across his lap, and though it’s never happened before, you found yourself comfortable in his embrace. He gulped hard, the sound catching your attention “You alright?” the signature egotistical smize had returned to his face, already glowing at the fact he got to save you too.

You smiled at him, well aware of his recovered honor, only nodding at him as he had done to you. Beginning to stand up, and away from his hold, you tried your luck in getting away from him. But he wouldn’t let you get to freedom so easily, pulling you back down instantly, which got him a huff and side eye from you, enough to keep him entertained. “Let’s sit a while hm?” his touch now finally present where it was supposed to be, his thumb moved back and forth soothingly, a subconscious effort to win you over. Considering it was the first compound sentence he had said to you in a long while, you gave in without a second thought, nestling in his shoulder, closest to his neck.

It wasn’t long until you felt his jaw press against the crown of your head, the weight of his comforting you further. “Thank you, by the way.” his voice hummed against your hair, you kept your silence going, accepting his gratitude with a content sigh, savoring the time you spent like that.

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a/n: this is a wip that's been in the works for a while, I couldn’t bring myself to finish it in these past few weeks, but it’s done now, enjoy!!

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dearestestella · 2 years

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Thor x Daughter!reader, Loki x Niece!reader

Word Count: 406

Requested By: @goddessofreality

heyy! i don’t know if you’re doing requests or not (if not that’s fine!) but could you maybe do one with thor and his daughter please? just where they have a really close relationship and she’s close with her uncle loki too! i love your work, thank you!! :)

A/N: This is my first time writing for Thor

Ever since you were little, your dad has been your best friend. You were the only child in the palace so you didn’t have many friends. For school, you stayed in the library and you had tutors come to you. It wasn’t too bad since your dad made up for the lack of kids your age.

Any time you weren’t doing school and he was doing any royal duties, he was with you. The two of you would go on walks around the palace and around the city. If the weather was bad or neither of you felt like going anywhere, you stayed in and played games.

At times when your dad wasn't available, your uncle Loki took his place. The things you two did weren’t as cool or fun as things with your dad seemed, but you loved the time you got to spend with him. He would show you lots of books and secret places in the palace that he used to get away from everyone. He made a habit of showing you new magic at least once a day. There were days when you could spend the whole day with him in the garden as he showed you magic.

As you got older, the time you spent with them was less but it was more meaningful. You had no problems telling your dad about things going on in your life or stuff you had seen during the day. After dinner, you would find your dad in his room and you would gossip with him about the day. Lots of times it ended up with him telling you some of the political secrets that you probably shouldn't know. Thor enjoyed this time as much as you did.

Since you were becoming a teenager, there were times when you and your dad didn’t get along. In those times, you went to Loki, who was always the best at calming you down, even when you were younger. He talked you down from your rage and let you calm down before he tried to offer advice. He knew how his brother could be so he knew how to help you in most situations when they came up.

Loki was also the one Thor went to when he didn’t know what to do with you. While Loki didn’t have kids, Thor’s reasoning was that Loki was a reader so he must know something. Nonetheless, Loki also helped him.

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dearestestella · 2 years

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PROMISE ME | technoblade

━━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ by DREAMWVRLD

. ˚₊ 🪀꒱ c!technoblade x fem!reader

summary: when techno’s hurt, he handles it himself. but one day he needs a helping hand, and you’re right there to care for him.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mentions of violence/death (brief), scars/marks, mentions of blood/wounds, suggestive joke, lots of fluff, hurt and good ol’ comfort.

based on: where do we go from here? - ruelle

. ˚₊ 🪀꒱ a/n: hurt/comfort techno fic go brrrrr. thanks anon for the request! you can see the full request here!

EVERYONE knew that Technoblade was reckless.

It was evident from the way he moved, or wielded his blade— Although skilled with impossible precision and accuracy, he still lacked a sense of carefulness for his being.

The days and nights seemed to blend into one, many afternoons spent training for fights, or participating in the wars themselves.

And every time he returned, he ended up wounded.

When Techno had first let down his guard for you, he’d been hesitant about letting you tend to his wounds.

His body had been littered with scars, of various lengths and patterns that painted his skin, an ever-lasting reminder of many dark periods of his life.

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dearestestella · 2 years

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aphrodite and ares.

c!technoblade x reader

summary: a piglin with stories and a warrior fall in love and learn what the consequences of love and war truly entail. wordcount: 3.9k notes: ty for requesting this! since i wrote so much, i made it a separate post haha heres where the ask was if anyones curious

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Technoblade loved Greek mythos, and it wasn’t a secret to anyone around. He often referred to you as “my Aphrodite,” and you would respond by calling him “my Ares.” Not a soul looked down on either one of your loves or power, and for good reason.

The piglin man was known as a fearless warrior, after all. He’d fought in more battles than any other living soul (perhaps not Philza) and knew his way around a battlefield to the point where anyone who saw might have thought of him as a dancer.

You were Technoblades greatest fear and companion. He taught you to fight, to bargain, to win, to love – practically everything you knew he taught you.

It;d been a while since you and Technoblade had begun your relationship, but Technoblade decided that it’d been too long for you to be known as simply his partner. You deserved a title, a name.

In his pocket a small, dark red velvet box. The inside was a silky cream-white, soft enough to be crushed by that of a butterflys touch. There was a ring inside: it had a golden band with a beautiful alexandrite stone with an oval cut and small white quartz wings on each side.

Tonight, he was going to ask you to stop being his partner.

Tonight, you would become Y/n Blade, betrothed to Technoblade.

He was confident you’d say yes; why wouldn’t you? He gave you a roof that you called yours, he warms you every night, he helps you cook meals – he even wants to begin a family with you!

He can recall warmly how you would cuddle into his broad chest, smiling as he read you a different mythos story every night. The last one he read was the tragic tale of Eros and Psyche, the forbidden lovers. He often said Eros blessed him with you, which always got a good giggle out of you.

“Eros is the god of love and son of Aphrodite, mkay? He’s also known around as Cupid.”

He was met with an acknowledging hum into his chest.

“And there was a woman – Psyche – and people used to say she was so pretty that she rivaled Aphrodite. Yeah, I know, crazy. So, Aphrodite hears this and gets mega pissed off and forces her son, Eros, to give her a potion that’ll make no man love her or desire to marry her.

“Eros, being the mama’s boy he was, gave Psyche the potion. But, since this is a tragic tale, Eros accidentally shoots Psyche with one of his arrows. Now, remember, this is Cupid; so what happens? They fall in love.

“Psyche had two older sisters who weren’t half as pretty as her, and she had to watch them get married and she was like “Am I just too pretty or something?” So, like every other Greek protagonist, she goes to the Oracle. You remember the Oracle, right? Okay, good.

“So Pscyhe goes to the Oracle and asks what to do and the Oracles like “Wear black, go to a mountain and stay there until someone who lives you picks your sorry ass up.” So, she does just that. Now, little does Psyche know, Eros asked this other god, Zephyrus of the Wind, to help get Psyche off the mountain and to Eros’ palace where she’d be aided by a buncha servants.

“Now, since Psyches human, she’s curious. She’s never even seen her husbands face but she knows he’s an amazing partner. One night, she got too curious and took an oil lamp and a knife, just in case, to try and see her husbands face.

“So she looks at him and is like “Wow, my husband is Eros, a literal god.” And a drop of oil from the lamp is just so swooned by Eros’ beauty that it wants to be closer and wakes him up. Now, imagine this: your wife is standing above you with an oil lamp and a knife. Little scary, yeah?

“Psyches now heartbroken because Eros left, so she tries to kill herself, but literally nothing will let her die. She tries drowning, but river nymphs take pity on her and wash her ashore. Aphrodite, being the almighty petty woman she was, gave Psyche three trials to try and get Eros back: first was to sort a mountain of poppy seeds, chickpeas and lentils into three piles. Second was to get fleece from a man-eating golden sheep. Third was to go into the Underworld and get Persephone’s box which had something that would make Aphrodite even more beautiful.

“She gets help on the first two and goes onto the third one. She gets the box and is instructed not to open it. Since she’s human, Psyche opens the box and finds out there’s no magical makeup; it’s just a curse for eternal sleep. Eros finds out and breaks out of the prison that his mom had him trapped in to try and get Psyche back.

“Turns out, magical love arrows are good revives. Eros takes Psyche to Zues and asks to be married and Zeus is basically like “Oh yeah, sure, look now you’re immortal.”

You were fast asleep on his chest, breathing even and content. Techno smiled, kissing your temple with a soft hum. This is what he’d wanted his entire life; you by his side in a warm home, telling stories. Maybe a couple of kids laying with Steve, tangled up in a group of limbs.

He glanced down to Carl, eyeing the way the horse was deadest on the home. Technos heart skipped a beat, afraid that Carl had noticed something that he hadn’t until you popped out of the door, welcoming them both home with a warm smile.

Techno hopped off Carl, opening the latch to his stall and guiding him inside. The piglin shut the latch, turning back to the door and opening his arms for you.

“Hello, darlin’.”

“Welcome home, baby.”

He pulled you in, kissing your cheek with loving eyes. His eyes always had that look that told everyone that he was just oh so in love with you. He’d venture the entire Underworld to save if you had to.

“Dinner’s ready. It’s your favorite; stew with sheep, onions, cabbage, potatoes, and turnips.”

His heart warmed even more, hugging you even tighter. He chuckled, kissing your face all over as he listened to you giggle. “Let’s go eat, Techno. Before it gets cold.” He groaned, not wanting to let go of you before reluctantly letting his arms fall to his sides as he followed you to the dinner table.

You placed down two wooden bowls filled with stew and sat beside your lover. He’d carved your entire silverware and plateware out of spruce trees right after you moved in. Once you both finished eating, you took the bowls and spoons to the sink, going to wash them before Techno stood up. He rested his head into the crook of your neck, pressing into your skin as if he was trying to savor your scent.

It made him happy to see you relax against his touch. He was your stone, the place you could go and not worry about anything, and that’s how he wanted it to stay for the rest of your lives.

You would constantly reassure him that you weren’t going anywhere, but you didn’t have the ability to see into the future and know where your fate laid. And gods, did Techno wish you did.

Not even a week later, the two of you stood in the snowy plains of the Arctic, fighting against a horde of mobs that came from gods know where. Techno was fine, he always is, and normally so were you but today you stood weaky. The blade between your hands was wobbly and chipped and he swore that it dug into your palms ever so slightly.

It worried him, and your safety was the only thing on his mind. He mindlessly cut through mobs, striking down zombies, skeletons, and even enderman with ease. While his back was turned, he heard you get cut by something – an enderman, he guessed – and fall in pain.

Fear overtook his mind as he cleared out the remaining mobs, dropping to his knees and holding you against his chest. He tore off some cloth, applying pressure to the wound in your stomach while his other hand wrapped around yours, engulfing it entirely. His eyes softened at the way you weakly curled your fingers around his, as if trying to prove to him that you were still strong.

“Oh, my love, don’t shed tears for me. I’ll always be here with you, in your heart, you know that-“

“You’re not dyin’ here, sweetheart. Trust me.”

With a soft shake of your head, you slowly lifted his hand to your lips. Techno noticed your weak attempt and helped, lifting his hand. You pressed a warm kiss to his palm and then his knuckles.

“If I come back, let’s get married, yeah?”

He let a dry, sad laugh escape him as he fished out the little box that’d been sitting in his pocket for the last week. “I think you mean when, darlin’…”

“Oh my gods, Techno-“

“Marry me?”

“Yes- a thousand times over, yes…”

He slipped the engagement ring onto your finger, giving your forehead a sorrowful kiss as he watched your eyes begin to close. He wanted to tell you to keep your eyes open – to stay awake. He wished he had, but that would have only prolonged your death.

He kissed the top of your head, cradling you against his chest as he whispered a soft ‘come back safe’ under his breath as he felt your body go limp against him. He let a pained scream tear through his throat, grasping your body tightly as he stood up and began to make his way back home.

You were going to return home – despite just losing your last life, he knew you would – and we was going to treat you like a divine goddess when you did.

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You didn’t think limbo would be this… lively.

By some power, you’d gained the ability to drift into others limbos. Most of them weren’t able to respond to you, which you weren’t surprised by since they were dead.

There aren’t many that you can truly recall, per se. Schlatt’s limbo stood out like a sore thumb: it was a childrens birthday party, with Schlatt sitting at the front of the table wearing a little party hat. He stared at a cake that seemed to be fresh out of the oven.

You quickly deduced that he couldn’t do anything but sit there and wait. The two of you had a short conversation, mostly about how long had been in limbo and how he was feeling. You asked if he knew where the exit was, remaking that you did have to leave. He understood, pointing you in the right direction and watched you walk away with solemn eyes.

You tried to talk to Tommy. Really, you did.

The poor boy was left in a tunnel, unreachable despite your best efforts. You could hear him crying, screaming – but nothing in this world let him leave. He could barely even move.

Wilbur was the easiest to talk with.

You stayed with him for what felt like weeks, telling him what had happened in the real world since he had died. He was absolutely fascinated by it and kept leaning in to hear more and more. Even if it was just about you and Technoblade, he was invested.

Eventually you told Wilbur about the engagement. He had a right to know, you would be his in-law soon enough.

He engulfed you in a hug, congratulating you on the engagement. You could tell he wanted to ask when the wedding was, but unfortunately, you were both a little bit dead as of the moment.

The two of you chatted for another moment laughing back and forth as you told him stories. He listened with such intensity, seemingly invested in every story. He even asked questions about the others, about Techno, Phil, even Tommy, which warmed your heart.

Your latest story was cut short by the sound of a man sobbing.

Wilburs face carried a new expression, one that shook you to the core. It reminded you of Dream: a maniacal, crazed smile that was bloodthirsty.

You turned to see Ghostbur standing on the edge of the platform, reaching out to save him. Wilbur grabbed the back of your shirt, holding you back as he shook his head. The man walked forward, pulling the ghost to the floor with a look of disgust.

Wilbur stepped onto the trains platform, laughing with his back turned as the doors slid closed.

The roar of the train as it left was deafening as it passed and it didn’t help the pain that pounded alongside the headache you’d gained. You could feel Ghostburs pain as if it was your own.

You turned, reaching out to comfort the poor ghost. He flinched before leaning into your embrace, the tears that started streaming down his face making steam to float off of his skin as he sobbed into your collarbone.

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Techno hadn’t left the home much after your passing.

He often stood at home, caressing the ring that matched the one he put on your dying finger. It’d only been about a month, maybe two, since your death, and yet he still acted as if one day you would truly return.

Tommy got revived not too long ago you died. Techno still hadn’t seen him nor had he opened his door to anyone except Philza. The thought of seeing Tommy made his stress levels skyrocket, worried that the child get hurt again or worse, lose his life for a fourth time.

Phil tried convincing Techno to let Tommy in, to let Tommy help him grieve, but the piglin refused. He shut himself off entirely, mourning you the only way he knew how: work.

In piglin culture, when one of their clan passes, everyone mourns together. It’s one of the most important respects that a piglin can give anyone, is to grieve for them. Back in the Nether, piglins would shit themselves in or work themselves to death to craft golden items for the fallen to take with them so they never felt pain again.

Technoblade had never worked with gold that much, but he would do anything for you.

He’d crafted more than enough gold for you, but since you were his partner, his betrothed, you needed more; you deserved more. More items to take with you so you wouldn’t be hurt.

So you wouldn’t forget him.

His worst fear was that one day you’d get revived, but you wouldn’t recognize him at all. That was why he was doing this – making gold for you to remember him by.

Technoblade let Tommy inside once.

The boy wandered around, commenting on the different pictures Techno had hung around. He stopped on one of you, remarking on how you looked so similar in limbo.

That caught Technos attention immediately. It had Technos attention, as well as the Voices.

The Voices were extremely protective of you. They didn’t like anyone even just looking at you, much less speaking of you. They would swarm in Technos head, chanting their demands louder and louder until it overwhelmed him to the point of no return.

Tommy nervously glanced to the hybrid, confirming what he had said to be true. The larger man sighed, relieved to know that you were at least living in some sense. That’s why you didn’t have a ghost version of yourself – you didn’t havea limbo! He understood now.

Somewhat.

Techno stood up, immediately suiting himself up with a plan. If Tommy was alive, then that meant that Dream had a power of some sort. A power he was going to utilize for his own gain.

The blonde teen reached out, calling to the man he once stood beside and called a brother. “Techno, don’t, it’s unstable inside the prison. It’ll collapse and trap you inside and you won’t get out. Trust me, it’s not safe.” The piglin stared at him before sighing, rolling his eyes and tossing his weapons into his inventory.

“Fine. Tell me what I should do then.”

With that, the piglin walked back and sat down, running his hands into his hair. He was going to get you back no matter what, he just had to figure out the safest way to do so. Not his safety, he knew that he was safe.

He worried for your safety first and foremost.

Months had passed and you still hadn’t been revived. Techno missed you more and more with every day that passed. The side you slept on was colder than the iced lakes of the Arctic, causing even him to shiver at night. He missed your embrace, your loving stare, even the annoying way you poke him at night to get his attention and get him to hold onto you.

It hurt to a point that not even he could withstand anymore.

Wilbur had been revived, he knew that much. The revived man had visited Technos home, knocking on the door and calling out to try and get him to open the door. He heard Phils voice, telling his son to leave the piglin alone to mourn.

So, Dream was able to revive two people. That meant this wasn’t a one-time-use situation. Interesting.

He kick himself free from the bed and onto his feet, dressing himself as quickly as he could. This was it – he was going to get you back.

An eye for an eye, a favor for a favor.

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Wandering limbos was much more boring than you’d ever expected.

You’d been through what you believed was four to five different limbos over and over again, but they started to get dimmer and dimmer. They dimmed to the point where you couldn’t orient yourself with where you were or what was happening.

Wilbur’s limbo had disappeared a while ago. Only Ghostbur remained there and time never truly seemed to move. The only thing that did move was a bright blinking light that dimmed sooner and sooner.

Tommy’s limbo was gone completely. As if it never existed in the first place, it was simple non-existant.

Schlatt’s limbo still existed. You often visited him, offering him company. He would ask you the same questions every time, and you gave him the same answers every time. You knew all he wanted was to return to the present, to see the people he considered friends just once more.

Currently, you were in the middle of making your rounds, walking towards Ghostburs limbo when everything suddenly blackened. It felt like Tommys limbo but a lot… warmer. You opened your eyes only to be met with an unwelcomed face: Dream.

Quickly, you scrambled backwards, having your back met with the icy cold obsidian as you tried to stay as humanly far away from him as possible. The blonde man laughed to himself, leaning back. He pointed a finger at you, grinning maniacally. “Why… why’re you…”

“I revived you, Y/n! You better thank Techno when you see him.”

“Thank Tech- what do you mean?”

“He traded in a favor – a deal, if you’d like – to revive you. Speaking of Techno, he should be here any minute now.”

The two of you turned to look at the gate of glass and netherite, one afraid and one overjoyed. Dream glanced over to you before shoving you behind him. He covered you with his body, blocking anyone from seeing you.

He grinned, talking to someone outside the gate. You thought for a moment; you knew that voice. You knew that voice very, very well.

It was Technoblade.

Dream wasn’t lying. Technoblade was breaking Dream out of prison.

There was an explosion and then Technos voice, clear throughout the ringing that came after the explosion. “Where are they, Dream? You were supposed to revive them.” The blonde prisoner laughed, shoulders shaking with his laugh. “Oh, right, them.” He reached behind him, grabbing your hand and twirling you around. He held you out for Techno with a grin.

Technos eyes widened, expecting someone who most definitely wasn’t you to stare back at him. It was you – you were alive. The two of you both ran to each other, Techno lifting you into his arms with a smile and laugh. He pressed a few kisses to your cheeks, relishing in the feel of your skin.

Dream rolled his eyes, waving his hand as if to gesture the severity of hurrying up the reunion. You wanted to hit him as hard as you could, but he did have a point. The alarm was going off and the three of you had to get out as you could.

Techno gave you both armor and weapons, tossing down some potions and dragging you both into lava. You questioned your lover on what his plan was with this breakout. His response was quick and simple.

“Get Dream, get you, get Ranboo, get out.”

You nodded, not allowing your brain the time to process what you’d just heard. You were still getting used to being alive. Again.

Techno used some TnT to blow through walls, silently urging it on to blow up faster as he pearled into the next room with you and Dream quickly following behind. You stared at Connor, baffled at the fact that he was in the prison. He waved hello to the three of your before Techno declared that he was going with you. The piglin tossed down some armor for him, almost identical to the ones you and Dream wore.

For the third time, he blew a hole into the wall of the prison, grabbing Ranboo and tossing him into the group of escapees. The rush to get out of the prison was apparent and Dream trying to leave Ranboo behind was most definitely not helping.

You clenched Technos hand, relishing in the fact you were alive with him, glancing around the prison as Techno escorted the two of you out.

As soon as you were out, Techno pushed you in the direction of Phil, whispering that he wanted you to stay with the winged man until Techno came back. You agreed, whishing him good luck and to promise he’d come back. He gave you a cocky grin, replying. “Well, I did promise to marry you, didn’t I?”

You stood back with Phil, waiting in silence for your lover to return. The blonde man laid an empathetic hand on your back, trying to offer whatever form of comfort you needed. He understood the pain you felt better than anyone, reuniting with your partner and then being torn away.

It practically broke his heart in half.

Phil sat beside you, rubbing one of your arms as the two of you waited. Techno and Dream rode in, with Techno swiping you onto his horse and holding you tightly.

You went through the portal, holding onto him until you returned back to the familiar snowy landscape. He rubbed your arm, helping you off Carl before demanding Dream returned the armor.

Dream stared at him before tossing down the armor and running off. Techno sighed, enveloping you in a hug that you most definitely needed. He pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, mumbling softly how much he missed you. You were definitely glad to be back, especially in your lovers arms.

He was your Ares, a strong warrior that couldn’t be stopped by even the smallest mouse. In return, you were his Aphrodite, a being so beautiful that no warrior could stand before you except the one at your side.

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okay sharp shooter techno and a reader who mainly uses a sword or an axe

they act like they hate each other because techno is much more meticulous and the reader likes to go into things gun a blazing, but in reality if they were ever paired up with another person they'd be miserable

and maybe the first time they met, it was because techno shot an arrow and pinned the reader to a tree by the collar of their shirt, and he still likes to do it on occasion just to piss the reader off

━━ ✧︰ a/n: i fell in love with this idea as soon as it came into my inbox. thank you for blessing me with this 🤲🏻

sharp shooting

‘archer!techno x axeman!reader’ drabble

cw: this is a gn!reader despite the title: that name is given to all people who wield an axe as their chosen weapon :) also: suggestive themes! (hints at smut, but there isn’t actually any).

EVERY day brings surprises for Techno considering his job: Yet the arrival of new people in his territory is one that always catches him off guard.

It’s not that he isn’t prepared for the ordeal— The male has scripted his response to warn wandering strangers that these woods are used for training, and can be extremely dangerous many of times. Especially considering his crossbow’s arrows are piercing the air at any given moment when he finally finds his targets.

Yet almost on purpose it seemed: People chose to overlook those words and simply go about their business with some sort of ‘death wish’, Techno assumed.

His boots crunch gently against the autumn leaves that cover the forest floor, using his heel to quietly kick a path free for him that won’t alert the ‘wooden target’ he’s currently trying to locate from memory.

Techno has always tried to enhance his training experience: Pretending that the inanimate objects he splinters with his arrows resemble an actual human enemy.

The voices have made that easy over the years, brain seemingly on overdrive as they cry for violence every second of the day. It’s hard to get used to— But Techno does a good enough job to satisfy them.

A sudden crunch from behind him causes the Piglin to halt, ears twitching to locate the direction of the sound. It goes quiet for a moment, and his throat lets out a grumble as he assumes the worst: Another trespasser has entered his grounds.

Letting his crossbow swing down towards his calves, the weapon bumps against his legs as he weaves between the trees towards the noise he had picked up on. He finds himself annoyed at the interruption of his training session, already thinking over the speech he’s going to give to whatever being has ignored the various ‘NO TRESPASSERS’ signs that are hung up along the barbed wire fences.

He barely makes it towards the edge of the treeline before a flash of light catches his eye, head turning to see the blade of an axe that disappears behind the thick trunks of bark that block his vision.

Techno smirks to himself knowingly, crouching slightly as he treads to try to blend better with his surroundings.

It’s a little hard to do with blush pink hair, so he moves quickly in order to catch up with his newest target.

He stays focused on searching for another indication of your whereabouts, identifying the axe he had seen as your own: Confirmed fully once he sees a tuft of your own hair peak through a gap in the low swinging vines that wrap around portions of the splintering bark.

Techno buries his feet into the soil to solidify his position, stabilising his legs as he brings his crossbow back up. His hands work effortlessly to load his weapon once more, finger dancing along the trigger as he watches your frame step out into the open for a brief moment.

The male wastes no time before retracting his finger to press down on the release, the whirling sound of his arrow piercing the air causing the slightest of shrieks to fall from your lips.

You tumble back as the arrow cuts through the collar of your shirt, pinning your body effortlessly to the tree you had stepped out in front of.

A scowl decorates your face as your boyfriend emerges from the treeline before you, a smug and annoyingly proud smirk adorning his features.

“You could have killed me.” You warn sternly, crossing your arms over your chest in feigned anger— You know his skills are far too advanced to accidentally murder someone.

When he wants to kill, he never misses.

Techno lets out a soft scoff, lugging his crossbow up to his shoulder with a slight swing of his arm, letting the weapon rest gently against his blades. “S’not my fault you’re terrible at sneaking up on me.”

His words stir on more irritation which he knows is a zone he shouldn’t step into— Watching you desperately try to pull the arrow that’s wedged into the tree behind you, yet it doesn’t budge.

He tries to stifle a laugh but manages to let it out anyway, the sound echoing out amongst the vastly open space, bringing the slightest of tints to your cheeks.

Despite the situation you’re stuck in, there’s still too much love for the male in front of you to actually be annoyed at his playful antics.

You pull at the arrow for a moment more as he stares you down, eyes curious and playful whilst he watches your lips part and shut: The words he wants to hear dancing across the tip of your tongue.

Giving in is the last thing you want to do— But with the sun gradually setting and the need for a warm bath and some hot tea brewing in your head, you realise that begging your Piglin boyfriend to set you free may be your only option.

Finally stilling your frantic tugging movements with a heavy sigh, you flutter your eyelashes at the man before you, a slight pout formed on your lips.

“Please... Will you come remove this from me?” You let out hesitantly, feeling your ego diminish with every word.

Techno’s eyebrows lift ever so slightly with no signs of movement to help, clearly egging on more of a response from you. With nothing else to lose, you tell him what he wants to hear.

“....Again.”

“Well— If y’say so, darlin’.” He lets out gruffly with another prideful smirk, forearm extending out to swing the crossbow back down to his feet, letting the weapon drop and bury itself into the shrubbery below him.

He stalks over to your body with heavy steps that tear apart the leaves louder and louder the closer he gets, the rosy hues of your cheeks increasing until he finds himself in front of you.

“My, my— What have we got here, heh?” He speaks gently despite the gravel tone to his voice, letting his fingertips dance across your collarbone before running across the length of the arrow that has you pinned against the tree.

You tilt your head to the side to avoid his irresistible stare— Grumbling under your breath when he chuckles softly, using his thumb on your chin and his finger hooked under it to bring your face forward again.

Your gaze settles upon him once more, watching his tongue dart across his chapped lips to wet them slightly, red eyes scanning over your face with a distantly hungry stare.

Gasping out the smallest of breaths you hadn’t realised you had been holding, you push a hand at his chest as a warning. “The only reason I let you over here was because I didn’t want my shirt to rip.”

Techno lets out a more hearty chuckle at that, leaning forward to nudge his nose against your own, fanning warm breath across your cheeks. “Has that been your excuse for the hundreds of other times you’ve begged me to save you?”

Pushing forward again until your chest bumps his own, the sound of ripping threads fills both of your ears as Techno’s lips part quickly, giving you a warning glare that accompanies his newfound cheeky grin. “Woah oh, careful darlin’— Lose any more of your shirts and you’ll have to start borrowing mine.”

Finally caving in and letting an inkling of happiness form across your face, you give him a silly smile. “Oh— The horror.”

The two of you laugh in sync, the sound melodic as it weaves through the air and dances amongst the trees, harmonising with the flocks of crows that squawk from above you.

The sound settles down after a moment, bringing about a comfortable silence as Techno stares down at you fondly. He lets himself get lost for a second before letting out a gruff groan, his fingers gripping around the shaft of the arrow and tugging it near-on effortlessly from the tree and your shirt.

Rolling your shoulder blade back to relieve the slight ache that had formed from being pinned against the rough bark, you push at his chest with the eye of your axe, watching him stumble back with a surprised yet impressed smirk.

“That’s for demonstrating your ‘sharp shooting’ on me, asshole.” You spit at him with no real distaste, pushing your back away from the tree to stand solidly on your feet again.

Techno reaches down to pick up his crossbow, swinging the strap over his head until the weapon settles onto his back. “Sorry— Can’t help but want t’catch my pretty, pretty prey.”

“Whatever—“ Ignoring the blush that rises to your cheeks, you roll your eyes before continuing on through the woods to the shared cottage you both reside in.

He follows along beside you, letting his fingers brush against your own gently. “I’ll make it up to you, lovely.” He speaks fondly, a contrast to his previous sultry tones. You let your eyes cast up towards his face, seeing sincerity across his features.

Giving him a smile, you nod your head. “I want to be read to tonight.”

“Got it—” Techno confirms in response, cutting himself off when he sees your hand wave in the air in front of him.

“And—” You continue quickly, stretching out the word. “—You owe me a sparring session with the axes.”

Letting out a groan, Techno tilts his head back in displeasure. “Wha— Fine...”

Smirking in victory, you stick your tongue out at him playfully before tilting your head forward again to continue on the journey. You let your fingers finally intertwine with his despite your feigned hesitancy to, his lips curling up into the faintest of smiles along your walk.

“Y’know— There’s only so many more times we can recreate how we met.” You remind the male, referring to your previous activities of him pinning you to the tree with his arrow.

He gasps, displeased with your sudden revelation. “What?! That ordeal is like— Sacred! Come on, darlin’— You know you secretly love it...” He trails off with that seductive tone of voice that has inevitably come back to haunt you, watching you kiss your teeth in warning.

“Tell that to my many ripped shirts— Your little game of hunting me down will become boring, T.” You tell him in hopes of getting him off your back, but it seems your boyfriend has other plans.

“Oh yeah? Guess we’ll just have to try out some new things along with it—”

His response earns a well-deserved shove from your hands, his chuckle echoing across the plain as you speed up your movements with blushed cheeks and tinted ears.

Techno watches you rush from him with a smile, your axe weaving beside your feet as you stumble to get home as fast as possible. A warmth fills his heart at the sight of his lover, coursing his veins sweetly like an addiction that he’s long-gone needing an antidote for.

And although you had been merely another trespasser on the first day he had pierced your clothing with one of his arrows— He was forever grateful that you had become the motivation he needed to train harder.

To protect his chance at a forever kind of love.

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