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moonculus · 2 years

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12 DAYS TIL TECHNOMAS!!!!

༉‧₊˚ # ‘12 DAYS OF TECHNOMAS’ masterlist!

. ˚₊ ꒱ multiple au!techno x gn!reader

━━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ by DREAMWVRLD

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christmas is here, and i’m very excited to be announcing a new series for you all… thank you for all of the support! i hope you enjoy a new fic every single day from the 14th-25th of december! each fic will be christmas related, AND every one will be a different au! i really hope you all enjoy <3

× &﹕SUMMARY ! ◞

12 days, 12 aus. celebrate christmas with everyone’s favourite anarchist pig and tumblr’s c!techno writer.

× #﹕WARNINGS & INFO ! ◞

subject to each chapter; however some will include themes of blood, death, implied smut— and downright fluff for all 12!

× %﹕SCHEDULE ! ◞

updated once a day from 14th-25th december!

× £﹕STATUS ! ◞

started: 1st dec 2021

ended: ongoing!

× 🌲﹕MASTERLIST ! ◞

01 | WINTER WONDERLAND

. ˚₊ ꒱ pirate!techno x siren!reader

summary; when the S.S. Sleepy sets sail, technoblade never intends to find anything other than treasure— let alone the prettiest mythical creature he’s ever met. (DEC 14TH)

02 | SLEIGH RIDE WITH YOU

. ˚₊ ꒱ prince!techno x servant!reader

summary; nobody can shift prince technoblade’s heartless ways, until a servant he’d never bothered learning the name of shows him how to care. (DEC 15TH)

03 | HALF THE WORLD AWAY

. ˚₊ ꒱ c!techno x guardian angel!reader

summary; unused to death, technoblade struggles to understand why his immortality has failed him now: and who is responsible for ruining his christmas. (DEC 16TH)

04 | HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

. ˚₊ ꒱ c!techno x gn!reader

summary; after months of being cooped up in the prison, technoblade manages to make it home to his lover just in time for christmas day. (DEC 17TH)

05 | BABY IT’S COLD OUTSIDE

. ˚₊ ꒱ piglin!techno x researcher!reader

summary; y/n’s mob research leads them to the nether, where they meet a piglin hybrid whose never set foot into the overworld: and especially not during the winter. (DEC 18TH)

06 | MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

. ˚₊ ꒱ college!techno x college!reader

summary; techno brings a friend home for christmas, and his family are making it a lot harder to keep his crush on them a secret. (DEC 19TH)

07 | JINGLE BELL ROCK

. ˚₊ ꒱ band kid!techno x gn!reader

summary; the twins next door have started their own band, and you can’t help but be curious as to when the oldest one got so good looking. (DEC 20TH)

08 | LAST CHRISTMAS

. ˚₊ ꒱ bartender!techno x gn!reader

summary; seeing your ex again isn’t the greatest experience: luckily, your new bartender friend shows you what a man with a heart looks like. (DEC 21ST)

09 | FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK

. ˚₊ ꒱ c!techno x enemy!reader

summary; the two of you hate each other’s guts- but for the festive season, perhaps you can learn to get along. (DEC 22ND)

10 | ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

. ˚₊ ꒱ ceo!techno x assistant!reader

summary; your boss has always been super shy around you, and at the staff’s annual christmas party you finally find out why. (DEC 23RD)

11 | DO THEY KNOW IT’S CHRISTMAS?

. ˚₊ ꒱ c!techno x gn!reader

summary; technoblade has never let his emotions show: but christmas is around the corner, and y/n is determined to make him feel anything. (DEC 24TH)

12 | THE POWER OF LOVE

. ˚₊ ꒱ c!techno x gn!reader

summary; in order to save your lover’s life after a war, you plead to spirits you had never believed in until now. (DEC 25TH)

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moonculus · 2 years

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screaming crying throwing up /pos

12 DAYS OF TECHNOMAS

12 FICS, 12 AUS. 1 FIC A DAY UNTIL XMAS DAY.

COMING 13TH DECEMBER.

(this idea is trademarked by @dreamwvrld . any use of this idea is prohibited unless asked for permission by me)

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moonculus · 3 years

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techno x reader ~ a woeful goodbye

warnings: none

pronouns: they/them

notes: i have risen.

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after rising tensions from the butcher army, technoblade concluded you could no longer travel with him.

you had both been avoiding the conversation for some time now, the idea of splitting up clouding every conversation, every glance, every touch. now, in the dimly lit cabin, all had come crashing down.

“it’s my life too,” you mutter.

“that’s why i’m doing this- don’t you understand?” techno rebuts.

“i’m safe with you, tech. you can’t push me away because you’re scared.”

the piglin stands up from the table abruptly, his chair scraping behind him. his long, pink hair was disheveled from hours of running his hand through it. he takes a short breath to calm himself before saying anything too difficult to take back.

“enough. you will not be joining me come tomorrow’s sunrise.”

“try and stop me.”

you both know he could very well stop you. instead, techno turns away from you frustratedly and strides to the door. you shake your head. technoblade doesn’t always have the best ways of communicating his feelings, and anything that may put your life in danger is a risk he will do anything to avoid.

when you hear the door slam shut, you let out a sob. you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him -not just for each other’s company- but with tech’s short temper, you feared for his safety quite often. he never fails to remind you, technoblade never dies. alas, a simple mantra could not calm your trepidations.

you finally give up waiting around for the piglin to come home. you decide to go to sleep instead. and surely enough, as soon as your head hits the pillow, you fall asleep. life on the run truly is exhausting, after all.

your eyes snap open at the rustle of someone approaching your bed. your hand goes to the sword under your mattress, but pauses when the bed dips down. technoblade’s all-too-familiar scent overpowers your senses as you relax into the bed. tech lies down, carefully draping an arm over your waist and nestling against you.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs, assuming you’ve fallen asleep. you take no mind of this, as thoughts crowd your mind. soon, you fall asleep in the piglin’s arms.

sure enough, when you wake, technoblade has left. his little belongings, gone with him.

☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽

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moonculus · 3 years

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AH ily too much <3 /p

I was wondering what your Favorite C!Technoblade Fics are? I need some recommendations but I'm unsure where to go since I've read everything from you

hi! thanks for reading all of my stuff— heres some of my favourite techno fics! you can also find my other faves under the tag ‘kays recs’ which i have used on this post for other recommendations! <3

• orpheus and eurydice

by @earthtooz

slow burn with shy!techno realising his feelings for the reader. hurt/comfort themes. absolutely amazing. great sbi dynamic too!

• to waltz with death

by @earthtooz

another work from earth because they are one of my fave smaller writers. have a lot of great work and they portray techno really well. this is a ball!au that’s charming and makes your stomach fill with butterflies hehe.

• you owe me!

by @inniterhq

high school!techno! really sweet and fluffy, a nice au for techno with some shy!techno and good sbi content. artemis is my c!techno twin, if you like my techno stuff you’ll love hers.

• the art of gift giving

by @inniterhq

really super cute fluffy techno! good dialogue and idea about his love language being gift-giving. another great one from artemis that i really enjoyed.

• royal mauve

by @yamturds

really fluffy drabble for techno, realistic portrayal of him which is timid and fluffy. well worth a read. yams is a great writer and has multiple other fics for techno too.

• a part of the collection

by @ray-ray-writings

epic original idea for the ‘final battle against dream’ part of lore that includes techno. some hurt/comfort themes with protective techno who goes out of his mind without the reader. so so good.

• the best man

by @moonculus

techno wedding au! if you liked my ‘bachelor’, you will fall in LOVE with this. incredible dialogue thats absolutely amazing and fits techno well. another of my fave smaller writers!

#dreamwvrld

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moonculus · 3 years

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༉‧₊˚ # ‘STARSTRUCK’ masterlist!

. ˚₊ ꒱ professor!techno x teacher assistant!reader

━━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ by DREAMWVRLD

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thank you for 1.5k followers! i have worked so, so hard to bring you this series and i hope you enjoy it! thank you for your overwhelming support for me and my work. this is all for you! <333

× &﹕SUMMARY ! ◞

the ancient history department gain a new teaching assistant, and professor technoblade hates how captivated his students are with them instead of his class. at least, he thought he hated it..

× #﹕WARNINGS & INFO ! ◞

enemies to lovers relationship, college!au relationship (teacher x teacher), cursing, suggestive themes, mentions of violence (greek mythology), gn!reader, tba!

× %﹕SCHEDULE ! ◞

updated every sunday!

× £﹕STATUS ! ◞

started: this sunday (25th july) !

ended: ongoing!

× 🌲﹕MASTERLIST ! ◞

01 | FIRST IMPRESSIONS

summary; as the first day of a fresh term starts, students and a certain history professor notice the addition of a new staff member: an extremely pretty one. (SUN 25TH JULY)

02 | TEACHING THE TRADE

summary; coming soon.

03 | CONNECTION: ERROR

summary; coming soon.

04 | STARTING AGAIN

summary; coming soon.

05 | BETWEEN THE LINES

summary; coming soon.

06 | JUST A RUMOUR

summary; coming soon.

07 | HELPING HAND

summary; coming soon.

08 | WINTER FORMAL

summary; coming soon.

09 | HEAVY HEARTS

summary; coming soon.

10 | PROFESSIONAL?

summary; coming soon.

11 | MORE LIKE ME

summary; coming soon.

12 | ADULTING

summary; coming soon.

13 | FINAL RESULTS

summary; coming soon.

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@luhvs @clout4techno @dysfunctionalcrab @basilly @bozowrites @ttakinou @god1ngs @moonculus @spooki3stboi @yamturds @inniterhq @libbynotfound @cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc @cherios @jschllatt @jaybirdsing @bloodgoddarlin @allywritesforfun

#YES OMFG #dreamwvrld

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moonculus · 3 years

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sorry for being m.i.a <3

i have zero motivation so pls send requests <3 x2

#mute moon

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moonculus · 3 years

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traitor ~ techno x reader

angst

warnings: none

pronouns: they/them

notes: i’ve written so much angst this past week- i’m going to try and post at least a few fluffs this week to even out the upcoming storm >:))

☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽

you pulled your coat impossibly tighter around you; the icy tundra winds stinging your cheeks. you had been determined to reach your destination before nightfall. alas, you had severely underestimated the dangers of the voyage. you had already dodged angry polar bears, slipped into frozen ponds covered with snow, and lost your favorite scarf in the process. some would say this was an awful lot of trouble just for one man- for anyone. but, you knew he was worth it. he would always be worth it.

finally, your eyes caught the gleaming light of a lit cabin in the distance. you prayed it belonged to the infamous pink haired man; but, honestly, you would settle for any place that held some warmth.

you slammed your closed fist against the door as hard as you could, it being more of an ice block against the wood. you could see your foggy breath in front of your face as you started to sway. adrenaline had finally met it’s match as the cold enveloped your body. your vision began to black out, and you felt yourself fall to the snow covered ground.

the impact you had barely braced yourself for never came. instead, it was replaced by two arms around your body, lifting you. you fought the tundra’s death grip on you for as long as you could before it took your consciousness mercilessly.

you woke to a calming warmth hugging your body. you desperately wished to stay that way for forever, but the fact that you had no clue where you were finally hit you.

you sat up abruptly, the wool blanket falling from your chest. you took a second to look around and take in your surroundings. a lit fire crackled mere feet in front of you. a few trinkets- maybe trophies- dotted almost every surface in the area. your wet clothes had been stripped from your body, replaced with the same material the warm blanket was made of.

“you’re awake,” a gruff voice stated.

an all too familiar voice.

“i am,” you swallowed, turning your gaze to the man.

techno was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and one leg crossed over the other. his bubblegum colored hair was braided loosely down his back, a faded scar cut across his bottom lip. he stared at you unmoving for what seemed like eternity, before he pushed off the frame, striding to you.

“you were practically frozen. what are you doing out here?” he muttered, searching your face for wounds.

“i- i came here to apologize,” you forced out softly.

he averted his gaze, his expression pained.

“i’m sorry, techno. i’m so, so, sorry. but, please, understand. if i hadn’t told them, they would’ve hurt dream. they would’ve killed him,” you continued.

“you sold me out!” he shouted, turning back towards you.

“you don’t understand.”

“what do you care? they would’ve killed him either way,” he sneered.

“i don’t! i love you, but i had a debt to pay to dream. if i didn’t, he would’ve killed you and phil.”

“dream would’ve died, and you would’ve been free!”

“no! this was what dream asked of me, i couldn’t refuse!”

“i loved you,” he muttered.

the past tense of the word you two had once used daily made your heart break as you stood.

“i would do it a hundred times over. dream promised me he had a plan to save you. he promised no harm would come to you. if you hating me is the result of my decision, i accept the consequences.”

“you seriously trusted him?” techno’s voice broke.

“i had no choice.”

“you could’ve trusted me!”

tears filled your eyes as frustration clouded your senses. you would never see the other’s side. and deep down, you both knew it.

“you betrayed me,” techno whispered.

“techno-”

“please. leave.”

“tech, let me explain!”

“i’ve heard enough. thought i could trust you. you’re a traitor. just like everyone else,” he snapped, turning away from you.

your head spun as you tried to form words; tried to say something- anything. you thought you had saved him. you never expected him to be happy about it, but at the same time, you wouldn’t have expected he would toss you aside.

once again facing the freezings winds, you knew you would never stop loving the pink haired anarchist. there was no right answer here, but you knew you had done the best thing for him. no matter how much it hurt.

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moonculus · 3 years

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helloo, could I please request something with techno when he finds out that the reader is insecure about their thighs because they have stretch marks? kinda became an issue for me and I personally think that he'd find them really cool since he has scars himself :) it could be small headcanons or whatever you want!

fluff

warnings: slight nsfw (non-descriptive kissing)

pronouns: they/them

notes: ty for requesting! all bodies are beautiful anon, i hope you learn to embrace all that makes you special <3 have a great day!

☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽

it had been a long, stressful day. everything piled on top of each other, issue after issue. you were surprised you hadn’t snapped earlier.

you stood in front of the mirror, picking apart every aspect of yourself until you felt empty. you were constantly bringing others up- complimenting them, making sure they knew they were beautiful. but when it came to you, you never seemed to bring the same energy. you sighed, your eyes becoming teary. you pulled your t-shirt as far as you could over your shorts before heading to your bed. as if on cue, you heard your front door creak open, the whistling wind and blustering snow weaving through the cabin.

you blew out the already dim candlelight, hoping your partner would assume you had been asleep for longer than you laid awake.

techno came in as quietly as he could, shedding his cloak and crown. with a grunt, he sat himself on the side of the bed. your side of the bed.

of course he knew. he seemingly knew everything about you.

“what’s made you upset, darlin’?” he questioned, rubbing circles on your bare thigh.

on instinct, you pulled away from his touch. he immediately lit the candle by the bedside, his face etched with concern.

“did i do something?” he asked softly.

you sat up, folding your legs underneath you before grasping his hands in yours.

“no- no, of course not.”

“who did?”

you ran a hand down your face, biting back tears.

“no one, love,” you assured him. “let’s go to sleep, yeah?”

“why’d you pull away from me?” he pushed.

you sighed, feeling insecure in his relentless gaze.

“i just- i’m just not feeling so great about myself lately.”

techno was taken aback by this. he had always held you in the highest of viewpoints. in his eyes, you were perfect.

“you’re beautiful,” he said seriously. “what could you possibly not love about yourself?”

you shuffled in your spot, keeping your eyes glued to the spot in between you.

“my stretch marks- don’t they bother you?”

tech pulled your legs out from under you, and with one motion, had you straddling his lap. his hands rested on your hips as he stared up at you lovingly.

“in all honesty, i’ve never seen them as anything but who you are. they’re normal, darlin’. they’re signs of growth- why wouldn’t i adore them?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted you before you had the chance to input your rebuttal.

he lifted his loose tunic with one hand, showing his own marks lining his ribs.

“see- twinnin’.i grew like a weed in my teen years. my body didn’t have the chance to catch up,” he shrugged.

you could cry at how caring this man was. physical appearances never seemed to bother him- he loved who he loved. you threw your arms around his neck, grateful for the pick me up. you dotted kisses all over his face. he had no idea what this meant to you.

“i love you, darlin’. every part of you.”

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moonculus · 3 years

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the technoblade baby drabble was so good!! <3 :,)) i loved it sm!

ah that means so much!!! thank you, i appreciate it!! <333

#moon mail #ttakinou

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moonculus · 3 years

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terrible things ~ wilbur x reader

angst

warnings: death, weapons, kissing (all non-descriptive)

pronouns: implied she/her

notes: inspired by the song, terrible things by mayday parade. i apologize in advance <3

☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙　☽

that’s when i met your father, the boy of my dreams. the most beautiful man that i’d ever seen.

“mommy?”

you looked away from your coffee cup to meet your child’s bright eyes staring back at you.

“yes, honey?” you asked, smiling softly.

“what happened to my father?”

immediately, you felt your heart tighten. you had put off talking about your husband for as long as you possibly could. phil, techno, even tommy. everyone who cared for you worried about you. you had thrown yourself into caring for your child, barely even giving yourself time to feel.

“when you’re older, baby,” you tilted your head sympathetically.

the daughter clung to your leg, pouting up at you with puppy eyes. the same her father would make whenever he wanted a hug or kiss from you. you were never the disciplinarian. to be honest, neither of you were. you hoisted your daughter onto your lap, preparing yourself emotionally.

“well, since i was your age, i was convinced i would be a leader. no one could ever tell me i needed a husband, i thought boys were frivolous. while my friends would talk about crushes and cooties, i would talk about sword skills and the inner workings of our country. i never thought i’d need anyone. until i met your father…”

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you swung your wooden makeshift sword at a tree, grunting as it was stuck in the bark. you pulled at the handle, kicked at the stump, and eventually plopped down in the grass beside it, frustratedly.

“need some help?” a soft voice asked you.

a small boy your age crooked glasses and a yellow sweater he seemed to be quickly outgrowing.

“no. i can do it myself,” you huffed, brushing yourself off and attempting to pull the sword out again.

“my dad says it’s always best to accept help, even if you think you don’t deserve it.”

“my dad used to say if you can’t do things on your own, you shouldn’t do them at all.”

“your dad’s wrong,” the boy shrugged, leaning against the tree.

“do you mind?”

“i’m wilbur,” he grinned, sticking his hand out for you.

“i’m tired of this,” you folded your arms against your chest.

“well, tired of this. do you want to be friends?”

“my dad said friends make you weak,” you muttered, shifting from foot to foot.

“your dad’s wrong,” he repeated, smiling. “anyways. sometimes, everyone needs a knight in shining armor.”

with a swift hit to the handle in exactly the right place, the sword fell to the grass. your chest rose and fell as you glared at the weapon.

“thank you,” you mumbled.

“i’ll take a friendship as an apology.”

you rolled your eyes at him, a smile threatening to cross your face.

“fine.”

wilbur’s face lit up with a toothy smile.

“but,” you began, pointing a finger at him. “only because i owe you.”

“oh, of course,” he nodded, stifling a grin.

“y/n. my name. i’m y/n.”

“y/n,” he repeated. “i like it. i’ll see you around, y/n.”

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“and then what happened?”

your curious daughter that had been squirming in your lap, now settled, relaxing in your arms.

“well, a few years passed, and we became practically attached at the hip. inseparable…”

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i can tell by your eyes that you’re in love with me

“stay together- be safe!” phil called after the two of you, as if you would’ve gladly left the other alone.

“we will!” you chorused, already bolting away.

the once short and underdeveloped boy had grown into a lanky, somewhat scrawny teenager. stretch marks dotted his knees from an unexpected growth spurt at twelve. he had long since ditched his glasses, claiming that he was too mature for his crooked lenses. suspiciously, he had adopted the spectacles back once he had overheard a conversation between niki and yourself in which you told her you thought boys with glasses were cute.

the two of you flopped onto your backs at the same willow tree you had first met. it had become a memorial of the start of your friendship, a place you visited often.

clouds drifted through the sky, the both of you pointing out ones that looked like ducks and cats.

“d’ya ever think about your future?” wilbur asked you out of the blue.

“yeah. i’m gonna be a ruler. you can be one of my royal consorts,” you shrugged.

“what’s a consort?”

“i dunno, i heard my mom use it once. i suppose it’s like an advisor of some kind. you’re my second in command!”

“well, i’m fine being your second. as long as you don’t let it go to your head,” he nudged you, smiling.

you rolled your head to the side, meeting gazes with wil. his eyes searched your face, and for a second you were confused. you had barely even acknowledged the thought of crushes- you didn’t know what they felt like. later on, you could assume it felt a little like this.

the two of you leaned in, connecting your lips gently. neither of you had any clue what you were doing, it was both of your first kisses. as soon as it began, you pulled away. you didn’t miss the blush creeping into wilbur’s cheeks, just as he didn’t miss the smile you tried to hide behind your hand.

“i- crap. i li-“ wil stammered.

“i know.”

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“ew, cooties!”

“you’re right, cooties. that’s why you never kiss boys,” you pointed at your daughter.

“anyways, we loved each other. we had since the day we met, just were too young to know it…”

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im asking you, please. you know that i love you, will you marry me?

“gods, you look beautiful, honey,” niki cooed as she placed flowers behind your ears.

“you think so?”

“i know so! wil is going to be speechless.”

“we haven’t been out for weeks, with all of the battle preparations,” you sighed, placing your face in your hand.

“don’t remind me. there you are, perfect!” niki smiled, squeezing your shoulders gently.

“thank you so much, i owe you.”

“oh, hush. you owe me nothing,” she dismissed. “now, hurry! he’s waiting.”

there was a calm breeze as you walked to your willow tree. the air smelled floral and familiar, like it was curated just for you. you heard the soft strum of a guitar, and your steps quickened.

a grin plastered itself across your face as you saw your love, surrounded by blue petals and lanterns, plucking the strings of his instrument. it was a scene out of a movie as you took a seat in front of him. he smiled at you softly, not speaking until the melody finished.

“i love you,” he began, clasping his hands around your own. “i have loved you since i’ve known you. you are my muse, my meaning. without you, i’d perish beyond means. i promise i’ll care for you when you’re sick, when you take up half of the bed, when you insist on midnight walks- i’ll take it all.”

by now, tears of happiness were falling down your face, you practically already nodding.

“y/n y/l/n,” he started, pulling out a dark ring.

you interrupted him, throwing your arms around his neck and all but tackling him to the ground.

“will- you- marry- me-“ he laughed in between kisses. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

“yes, yes. of course it’s a yes, you idiot. i love you,” you smiled.

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“but if you lived happily ever after, where’s dad?”

again, your heart felt pained. your eyes filled with tears as you squeezed your daughter’s hand.

“sometimes, it was just never meant to be…”

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please don’t be sad now, i really believe, you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

you were married as soon as possible, only your close friends and family invited to the wedding at the willow tree. a few months later, you were expecting. once you told wilbur, he was ecstatic. your family was growing. alas, the past few weeks had been strained. wil had grown further apart from you, feeling as if he were worlds away while he laid next to you. it all became clear, all the pieces clicking once the three of you stood in the final control room.

“wil, please. you’re going to have a child- you have me! you can’t do this, think of everyone,” you pleaded as phil held your arm.

“i’m sorry, my love. truly. i wish there were another way. i will never stop loving you. never,” he smiled sadly, his fingers dancing across the button that would annihilate your entire nation.

“it was never meant to be.”

phil held you close as you sobbed, his shouts at his son drowned out by the sounds of explosions. once the dust settled, you saw your boy, the same one who had always had the brightest eyes, dull and lifeless as he stared at you.

“i love you,” he mouthed as he nodded at phil.

you didn’t quite understand what was happening, not until it happened. your hand flew to your mouth to muffle your screams as the man’s blade plunged itself into it’s target. you scrambled to your lover, his soul already left his body. you cradled him in your arms as long as you could before his father had to carry you away from him.

from that day forward, you pledged to throw everything you could into daughter- the legacy of your late husband. you swore you’d never leave her.

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don’t let it get you, i can’t bare to see the same happen to you.

“he’s gone?” she breathed out, tears falling down her little face.

“yes,” you sniffled, failing to hold back your own tears. “yes, he’s gone. but he loved us very much, even if he never got to meet you.”

your daughter clung to your shirt, not fully understanding everything. you would explain to her later more in depth, when she was old enough to understand.

“you were his unfinished symphony. his little melody,” you smiled down at her.

melody would learn to understand her father through stories from you, her uncles, and her grandfather. the two of you continued to visit his final resting place- the willow tree you had buried him at. for a while, it had only reminded you of misery, memories you’d never get to relive. but, ever since melody had been born, the tree was rejuvenated. it even seemed to sway as if it were listening when you spoke.

your wilbur, his love, and your baby, melody.

your symphony.

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hi!! hope you're doing well!!

i would like to request a techno x reader where the reader doesn't really want kids but techno does, idk, it's been stuck in my head for a while and as one who doesn't want kids, i wanna see how you write this one :D

love ur works vv much and male sure to take care of yourself!!

i wrote this a drabble- i hope you don’t mind! just figured it was easier since i will forever picture techno as a guy who would drop kick a child without hesitation /j

thank you for the support <3 have a great day !!

~ fem!anatomy implied

“listen, i know you don’t want babies, but-”

“no buts,” you hushed him. “so much could go wrong. plus, you’re not exactly without enemies, mister ‘blood for the blood god’.”

“it’ll always be your choice, darlin’. i’d never push you. just know, i would protect it with my life. i would never let anything happen to the two of you,” he defended.

“this sounds an awful like convincing me to push a turkey sized creature out of me,” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“adoption is an option!”

“we’re not really in the business for babies, tech. we’re constantly moving,” you hoped he’d drop it soon enough.

“is it me?” he asked softly.

your heart panged with guilt for a second, fear that you had caused him to feel insecure. you strode to him, cupping his jaw with your hands.

“it’s never you. i love you, technoblade. i just- i don’t think kids are for me,” you smiled, trying to lift his spirits.

“i love you too. plus, a baby would kind of ruin my reputation as an orphan obliterater,” he chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“you’re not upset with me?” you muttered meekly, afraid of the answer.

“of course not- are you kidding me? it’s your body, darlin’. anyhow, we can always get another dog.”

his cloak muffled your laughs as you nestled into his chest. you were his first priority. forever and always.

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moonculus · 3 years

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Can you please do a part two for the best man? I really loved it it was amazing!!! Also I hope you have a great day!!!

hi! thanks for asking! i appreciate the support ! here’s the thing, i kind of feel like i’ll ruin it if i make a second part rn. i might make a second part in the future, but as for now it’s a standalone! i hope you have a good day anon <3

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moonculus · 3 years

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fate ~ techno x reader

angst

warnings: slight gore (non-descriptive), weapons, death

pronouns: they/them

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thundering steps. threatening snarls. traitorous looks.

you were hiding behind a chest, biting your fist to keep quiet as silent tears spilled down your face. minor cuts and scrapes littered your skin, bruises dotting your arms. you’d always known this would happen- techno would lose control of his own mind. you two had even spoke of the risks and consequences of you getting closer to the man.

“it’s not safe for you. i’m not safe for you.”

“that’s not for you to decide,” you exploded, tired after the same argument you’d had for weeks.

“why are you being so stubborn? this is for your safety, i’m trying to help you.”

“i don’t want your help, tech. i just want you.”

you grasped his hands in your own, your eyes searching his face, silently pleading. his pained raspberry eyes met yours with a sorrowful look.

“you don’t understand what’s going to happen,” he muttered.

“we’ll do this together,” you pulled him into your embrace. he hesitated for a second before holding you tightly in his arms.

“darling,” he began.

“yes?”

“if something comes up, you have to promise to leave me. i won’t be able to do it myself; i won’t be able to leave you. i know that. you have to put your safety before anything else-“

“stop it. i’m not going anywhere.”

“-and if it’s too late,” he continued, his voice straining as he held you impossibly tighter.

“if it’s too late, you have to promise to kill me.”

and here you were. you intended to keep your promise, even if it dragged you down with it.

the growls grew closer, and you stepped out of your hiding place, desperate for one more attempt at drawing technoblade out.

the man was disheveled. his normally bubblegum eyes were practically blood red, his always neat hair strewn across his face. he was panting heavily, blood splattered across his white tunic and part of his face.

“tech,” your voice wavered as you tightened your grip on your sword.

he slowly stalked over to you like a lion to its prey. you were terrified; not of him, but of what you had to do.

“please, come back to me.”

for a second, the blood god façade faltered. you could see your technoblade. the man who took arrows for you, who let you wear his cloak all around town. the man you loved. as soon as it appeared, it disappeared. the pink haired man lunged for you, snarling as his weapon came to swing down on you. you choked on a sob, plunging your blade into his stomach before you had a chance to rethink.

the blood red eyes slowly faded into that all too familiar watermelon color. techno’s hands fumbled for your shoulders as he fell to his knees. what a sore sight. the presumed immortal technoblade. lying at your feet, a final blow in his gut. you collapsed beside him, cradling him in your arms.

“i’m sorry- tech, i’m so sorry,” you choked, frantically brushing his hair behind his ear.

but, the man wasn’t angry with you. he wasn’t scared. he wasn’t regretful. in fact, he looked relieved as a small smile spread across his face. he delicately cupped your face with one hand, tracing circles on your jaw.

“you are everything to me,” he mustered. “please, don’t hate me.”

“this wasn’t you, technoblade. it’s okay to let go now.”

you were practically ripping at the seams as you stammered out words of comfort. you both knew how this was going to end. nevertheless, love does not choose its victims. your fates were decided long before you met.

you were never meant to be.

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moonculus · 3 years

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uncle techno (headcanons)

note: i’m having slightly domesticated techno brainrot

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techno is well known as the blood god to adults, but to their children, it’s uncle techno.

parents need a night off? uncle techno.

kids can’t get a ride to baseball practice? uncle techno.

they’re bouncing off the walls and just won’t go to sleep? uncle techno through and through.

techno loves to pretend he’s too proud to be reduced to the duties of a glorified babysitter, but in reality, he adores the little ankle biters.

at any family reunion, tech will take the young’ns to a different area- like a garden or a playroom.

he basically lets the kids do whatever they like (within reason).

whether it be creating flower crowns to place atop his head,

using him as a jungle gym,

or even wearing his infamous cloak and crown.

while techno’s babysitting, he aids to everyone’s particular needs.

one kid wants the crust off of their sandwich? done.

one wants ice cream instead? done.

one will only eat if techno let’s them hold his sword? done, but with caution.

techno’s form of getting the children to sleep is by telling them greek myths.

by now, everyone knows the stories of prometheus, icarus, pandora’s box, and theseus.

he barely even needs to pull out the legends anymore.

he can just walk into a room of rambunctious tots, and they’ll immediately mellow out.

probably because technoblade intimidates the shit out of people

techno does not believe in babying.

he treats the children just as he would any adult, if not a tad better.

he will tell a child how it is, no matter how harsh.

he honestly barely knows better than to tell a kid the frog they found on the side of the road hopped away.

all in all, techno can act way too high and mighty for someone who’s at the parent’s beck and call when it comes to their children.

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