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simpliao · 2 years

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that was the moment he realised ; (irl) schlatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six

summary : a weekend getaway vacation, just what the pair needed to get away from busy city lives. in just enjoying the moment, what once was a silly, dismissive thought to the male, now hits him straight in the face. and for once, he's okay with it.

info : fluff, mild swearing, she/her pronouns as well as reader being described as a woman (pretty girl), sappy, like really sappy but i adore it.

a/n : i actually adore fluffy schlatt, i always got the impression that he hides the fact he's the biggest softie out there to pretend to be more macho than he really is. considering i am sadly very much single, having some fluff like this is a comfort to me. so this is kinda just a comfort post where i have them gush about being in love. <3

The lack of any rustling but that of the leaves of the trees was a different, and almost bizarre thing to wake up to. Almost expecting to suddenly hear the burst of a car horn reminding him of his apartment being right on a busy street; and yet this peace remained. Pure rays of light slipped through the blinds, filling the bedroom with a gentle golden glow. Under his arm, Y/n slept cuddling into his side for warmth; the rented out cottage wasn't exactly the best insulated. With the utmost care, he slinked his arm away from her, mindful to not jostle her awake. Her form wrapped up in a French linen comforter, disheveled sure, but to the New Yorker she was too damn gorgeous for her own good. His eyes lingered before retreating from the room, short steps leading down into the open concept living room and kitchen.

Today was Sunday: the end of the weekend and their last day before they had to go back. It was oddly serene, seeing the living spaces highlighted by morning shine. Just checking the fridge, it was already pre-stocked with bougie shit that he didn't recognise. Even the milk was some kind of unpronounceable brand, acting as if it was above all the other milk brands. The memory of Y/n sometimes buying these kinds of things didn't pass him, a smile grew to his lips as they'd debate if fifteen dollars for specialty cereal was really worth it. That was when she has initially moved in, now he didn't bat an eye when things around their home moved around or suddenly gained new items that he was unsure about.

She slowly changed what was once a stinky bachelor pad into a presentable home, warm and cozy, especially when she made it a point to hang up pictures of the pair and establish a colour scheme for interior designing. Just thinking about it made him homesick, he even started letting her come to the office and change things around just so he could have reminders of her in his space. Although the two started their relationship in private, only really friends and family knowing and teasingly keeping it out of public eye for the sake of privacy. It was ultimately in vain since despite it being Schlatt's wish, he ended up spilling it to his viewers after having her show up in countless streams and endless twitter interactions. (All painfully flirty.)

Considering Y/n was also a public figure, some part jealously irked him when fans would inevitably ship her with other people. Getting it out in the public at least made that mostly die out, his liberal use of nicknames like 'my girl', 'sweetheart', 'doll', and 'pretty girl' even in front of the camera cemented the pair's bond. Considering the two's interactions were thousands of times cuter than her platonic interactions with friends, her fans ate that shit up.

"Good morning." Speaking of which, she groggily came down the stairs with a tired yawn. His shirt dressing her body, and despite what anyone else might've thought; all he saw was a goddess that descended from those steps. “Did I wake you? I was going to get started on breakfast.” Which wouldn’t be anything fancy since Schlatt wasn’t exactly the best cook. “It got so cold without you. I figured if I couldn’t sleep anymore might as well follow the heater downstairs.” She huffed out, fully descending the stairs to approach her boyfriend. Sitting atop one of two barstools of the kitchen’s island. He snuck glances in between of gathering things from out of the fridge. Her features highlighted by early light, easily one of the most angelic things he’s ever seen. Her eyes heavy as she was still in the rices of fully waking up, yet still remaining with a lazy smile as she watched from a short distance. “Take a picture.” She mused, rubbing her eyes slightly whilst teasing the male with one of her devilish smiles. “It’ll last longer.” “Oh shut up.” He dismissed despite holding one of his own.

The scene was serene, Y/n's gaze glued to her boyfriend of close to two years. While he always noticed her far off looks, he never realized it was because she was completely enamoured by him. Always watching over his figure, habitually dressed in basketball shorts and sweatshirts. (Of which she stole constantly, never bothering the brunette considering he adored seeing her wrapped up in his clothing.) Eyes always fixated on his face, whenever the pair were alone she got the privilege of seeing him in his softer side. Grins teasing at times, but commonly genuine and so loving. His intensely dark brown irises so filled with love whenever they met hers, always feeling like when she first fell for him; the butterflies never left. Where could she even begin with his curled caramel brown locks? Her fingers twitched, yearning for the pair to snuggle up and put on a movie; giving her the perfect opportunity to run her hands along his scalp.

In the grand scheme of things, they hadn't been together very long, neither having knowing each other long before completely falling into this state of love. What started as limerence grew to real, seldom true love. In such a simple scene, where the New Yorker had prepared (mostly uncooked) scrambled eggs and (slightly burnt) buttered toast, retiring to a seat beside his lover where the two chatted about whatever came to mind. The pair always having gazes filled with such enamour, adoration like their partner had hung the stars and moon.

"You know, I kind of wish we could stay." Y/n had spoken offhandedly, spooning the yellow mass onto one of her slices of toast. She followed up her comment soon after taking a bite, "I love this cottage... But, I wouldn't mind spending forever anywhere as long as I'm with you." Forever. The word poignant and sticking within his mind, spending forever with her, it was a thought he always briefly had. His insecurities drowned it out, fear of falling out of this kind of honeymoon, fear of her no longer looking at him like he looked at her. He feared that later down the line she wouldn't see him the same, he was scared to commit to her.

And yet, with her affirmation of always wanting to be with him, even if she spoke it in passing with it seemingly escaping her lips and being forgotten soon afterwards, it filled him with some kind of comfort unlike perviously when it'd fill with with anxiety and dread. Rather than worriedly question and wonder about the future, if she was his forever, from this moment on he realised just what kind of bliss that would be. Memories flashed his mind of what they had done this weekend, of what they'd done during the entire duration of their relationship... How it showed no sign of ever slowing down from the past two-ish years of their love. How he wouldn't trade all the money in the world for his darling, his pretty girl.

Just looking at her now, soft smile directed towards him, a kind of beauty he couldn't form into words radiating off her. He could spend forever like this. Mornings of home cooked breakfasts, afternoons working alongside each other and evenings of either going out or staying in. Everything seemed to make him excited, he craved to experience it all, experience it all with her at his side. She was his certainty, she would be it. His number one, his forever.

"Yeah..." He muttered out softly, pushing the mug to his lips to take a sip of bitterly black coffee. "I could spend forever with you too." Just seeing the way her eyes slightly squinted as she smiled made his heart burst, his hand found itself reaching over to brush his thumb over the edges of her lips to rub away crumbs. "You eat like a baby, you know that?" "But I'm your baby." She grinned, letting his hand linger on her cheek as his stare was nothing but overwhelming tenderness. Yeah, she was his. And in that moment he decided that he'd be sure to make it official, more official than just the common titles of boyfriend and girlfriend.

Because, that was the moment he realised... This was the girl he was going to marry.

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lowkeyrobin · 1 month

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Ho there i was wondering if I could get a badlinu x reader where he's streaming with like a q&a with reader and its just like reader and him moments

yesss 🙏🙏🙏 I've finally found my people FREDDIE BADLINU SWOONERS RISE THIS IS OUR TIME ; I'm glad to be leading the fanfiction revolution for Freddie because like.. I've been here since day one, I'm glad to be leading this army of Freddie fans on tumblr. one day we shall rise and dominate the champions- ; anyways sorry this is so fuckin short lmfao 💀🙏

BADLINU ; q&a stream

summary ; youre streaming a q&a with freddie

warnings ; language

word count ; 451

y/s/n = your ship name

masterlist

"Freddie, I swear to God-"

"Ow!"

"Dude! My lamp! You better fix it"

"I'm sorry!"

"Guys, forget the Q&A, start a new hashtag. #BadlinuHateClub2024"

"Y/n!"

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃

You and Freddie sit silently and smile towards the camera, only blinking as your chests heave up and down, heavily breathing. Your lungs work overtime as your faces are cold, yet Freddie's is red, showing off that there was some sort of physical activity that ensued beforehand.

"Hello, welcome home- welcome back," you greet, breaking out into laughter as you fail to speak. "Sorry, sorry! Welcome back to stream, I'm joined by Freddie Badlinu as per usual, we're doing a Q&A"

"Hashtag BadY/nQ&A on Twitter!"

"Send us questions!"

You let a few minutes pass before opening Twitter on your desktop, pulling it up for the stream as well.

"When did we meet?" You speak, reading a tweet aloud, looking to Freddie for him to answer.

"Ninth grade algebra" He lightly smiles, "They couldn't do any of the work and failed like, all the tests and I felt bad, so I passed them notes with answers on them"

"Can confirm that happened" You laugh, "I'm shit at math, he's the only reason I was able to graduate"

Freddie spots another as you scroll, stopping you to read it. "When did you start dating and why?" He reads, "Uh, I mean, we started like, kinda going out in our junior year, it wasn't like, dates though. " He begins.

You join in, giving him some room to scroll for another while you talk. "We were like hanging out more and stuff, and officially, they morphed from hangouts to dates, and it just kinda happened." You shrug, "Undefined love, as they say"

"Who says that?"

"Me."

He nods, quickly finding another good question.

"Fanfic stream when?"

You both burst out laughing, speaking over each other with smiles painting your face.

"We need to find a y/s/n fanfic first"

"I'd gladly write a fanfiction to read on stream!"

"Please write us fanfictions! Good ones that we can binge for a year!"

"Make it a mafia au!"

"What!?"

"No, no, no, make it like, based on that one song, uh- You know what I'm talking about!"

"Meet Me In The Woods Tonight by Lord Huron? Or the other one?"

"Yeah, yeah! That one!"

"Get to work writers!" Freddie smiles, pointing at the webcam. "You have two months to write the best y/s/n fanfics and submit them to #y/s/n2024fanfics"

You hold your hands up in a prayer like motion, begging the viewers, "Please, content, money, please!"

"It's for the laughs, not the money!"

"It's always for the money!"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #mcyt x gn reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu #badlinu oneshot #badlinu #minecraft youtubers #twitch streamer x reader

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noxiwrites · 2 years

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more smutty karl content during mrbeast challenges pls i beg 🧎‍♀️

Loving these ideas 😫😫 I wrote this in one sitting so forgive me if it’s not my best but let’s go anon !!!

Hide and seek

Summary; in which you participate in the 100 person hide and seek challenge and Karl finds you.

Warnings; dom Karl, semi public sex, fingering, teasing, caught sex.

You're gripping your breifcase for dear life as you're running throughout the mall- trying not to follow the other 99 people who are also spreading it like they're going to die. There's a few people in front of you but they eventually filter off until you're on your own, heading towards some stores at the back of the mall.

There's a vacant lot in the corner of the area, with the shutter rolled up just enough for you to fit under. You decide to hide in there, clambering to the floor and throwing your briefcase underneath before following right after it. The store is completely empty, aside from the counter right at the back and a door behind it.

There's only two possible hiding spots, whatever is behind the door or behind the counter. You dash toward them as your radio crackles in your earpiece letting you know that Jimmy, Chris, Chan and Karl are now on the loose to try and find you and the ten grand in your briefcase.

“They’ll never find me here,” you tell the camera, confident in your hiding spot.

You try the door handle, disappointed to find its locked, before spinning on the spot and observing the counter. It's like a hollow box, the top counter boxing in an area for you to sit under without being seen unless someone is stood in the spot you're in right now.

You clamber under, taking a seat on the old floor and placing your briefcase at the bottom of your feet. You know you're gonna be there for a few hours, in the back of the mall, in a vacant lot.

“No offence but the seekers aren't really that smart,” you say to your camera, giggling.

It's a few hours into the challenge before you hear any movement outside. You lock your phone instantly, stopping tiktok from playing as you hear the sound of a voice approaching. You can't quite make out who it is but they're getting closer, talking something about possibly finding someone in one of these stores.

You hope, for your sake, that they don't think there's anyone in here because there isn't anywhere else to hide so you're done for if they come in here.

Sadly, the voice draws closer and you hear the squeak of shoes as they slide under the shutter.

"I'd be really surprised if there isn't anyone in here, this is a good spot." You recognise the voice- It's Karl, one of your friends and the guy you've liked for forever. You'd like to think that he likes you back- but he's never made any moves and you're too scared to make any yourself so you're sort of stuck in a stalemate. With yourself.

His footsteps approach and you know you're dead meat as he walks around the counter- and tries the door.

And doesn't see you. He walks back around the counter, mumbling something to his camera about a wasted spot- and you have a small victory.

Until he stops.

"I never checked the counter space." you hear his footsteps approach again and he swings around the corner of the counter, pointing his camera at you in the space.

"I caught someone!" He laughs and you Huff, pulling yourself out from underneath the counter. Goodbye ten grand. Karl grins at you as you drop your briefcase on the counter and lean against it- and Karl is quick to turn off his camera and drop it on top of the brief case.

"You lost," He chuckles, joining you in learning against the counter.

"I know, this sucks. Why couldn't you just pretend I wasn't there?" You dramatically sigh, punching his arm.

“That’s not how the challenge works sweetheart.” He turns to you with a smile on his face, and you have to hide your shock.

There’s something behind his eyes- you can’t read it- but you think the mood has changed. You think.

You shuffle on your feet, deciding to take a seat on the counter and lifting yourself up.

“So is now like the time you take my briefcase and I’m out?” You ask, checking your phone for the time. It’s around 2am, and the incentive makes you yawn as you realise you’re quite tired.

He chuckles- you notice he does that a lot- and places his hand on your thigh.

Oh.

“Not quite. I wanna claim my prize first.” You think, at first, that he’s referring to the money you just lost, when his hand starts travelling up your thigh and rests on the waist band of your joggers.

“What’re you doing?” You ask, nervous.

His eyes meet yours. “Doing something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”

He leans forward, closing the gap between you and him and kissing you like he’s wanted you for years. He’s quick yet soft, other hand reaching for the other side of your joggers and slipping his fingers in the waistband.

You pull away, his lips plum and upturned in a smirk. “Is this really happening right now?” You’re not sure if you meant to say that out loud- but it’s there now, and he laughs at you.

“If you want it to.” You nod. Faster than you’ve ever done before you think- and he immediately leans back in to kiss you as he tugs at your joggers. You slightly lift your hips, allowing him to pull them down and off your legs. They’re thrown somewhere on the floor and he wastes no time using one of his hands to feel you through your panties.

“You’re so wet already,” he groans, fingers prodding at the wet spot above your entrance. He pulls away from the kiss to watch as he pulls your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down your slick. Your own hands grip the counter, biting your lip to keep in your gasp.

This is really happening right now.

His free hand grips your chin and forces you to look down, watching as he slips two fingers inside your hole. Immediately, as if in instinct, you clench around him and he groans again.

“So fuckin tight, all for me yeah?” It takes you a second to gather that he’s asking a question, and you nod your head, not trusting your voice.

The grip he has on your chin becomes tighter. “Speak to me, tell me how good this feels.”

You know he’s demanding- and he adds another finger to the two to make you feel more. He knows exactly what he’s doing too, bending them in the come here motion to make you reach your peak.

“Tell me.” He curls his fingers with each word, hand pushing up your head to make you look him in the eyes. They’re completely blown out and you imagine your own are too.

“So good, oh god,” you whine- hand moving to grip his arm as he pushes his fingers in harder and faster.

“Come for me, give it to me.” He pulls you in for another kiss, freeing your chin to reach underneath your top and gripping your boob.

“Every time you wear something where I can see these, drives me crazy.” He murmurs on your lips, squeezing your boob. You think back to the few times you’d noticed him staring when you had your boobs on display- the exact effect you had wanted from him- and it makes you giggle.

“What’s so funny huh?” He removes his fingers from you, again gripping your chin.

“Tell me, or I won’t let you cum.”

You swallow, moaning as he touches your clit and moves his fingers around it slowly.

He’s keeping you right on the edge and you whine, grasping his hand to try get his fingers back inside you to finish you off.

“Tell me.”

“Fuck- I just think it’s funny that you go crazy for my tits- oh god.” He chuckles and slips his fingers back inside you, faster than before.

“Good girl, so obedient aren’t you. Finish for me.” You do as told, finally falling over the edge of your orgasm and cumming around his fingers.

“Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” He muses, slowly finger fucking you through your orgasm. You let out a final moan as he withdraws his fingers, wasting no time unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his legs, along with his boxers.

He’s very hard, too slightly pink and wet with what you assume is precum.

He jerks himself off a few times as you shuffle towards the edge of the counter for easier access, and the both of you gasp as he finally pushes in. He leans his head against your own and the both of you share a breath.

“I’m not joking when I say I’ve dreamt about this- literally nothing compares.” He tells you, testing the waters as he pulls out and pushes back in slowly.

“You feel so good.” You whine, hands grasping at his back.

“I’m not going to last like this, I need to fuck you.” He tells you, hips setting a faster pace before you even have time to agree- not that you were going to disagree to begin with.

There’s nothing making noise around you and all that’s invading your ears is the sound of his cock going in and out of you- getting impossibly faster as his groans become higher and higher. If anyone is hidden nearby they’d definitely be able to hear- but you’re too busy approaching your second high to care.

“Let me know when you’re gonna come.” He pants, pace becoming erratic. You can tell he’s definitely close himself.

It only takes a few more thrusts before you’re wailing out that you’re cumming- Karl filling in quick succession- the both of you fucked and breathing heavily.

Eventually, he pulls out, pushing your panties back to the side to keep yours and his cum in there. He tucks himself back into his pants and then pulls you from the counter, helping you back into your joggers.

“I found someone !” He exclaims into his radio, waiting for a response as the both of you head towards the shutter.

“We know Karl, we heard you both,” you hear Chandler cackle through the radio, and your cheeks burn as you walk back, hand in hand with Karl.

#karl x reader #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #smut #karl jacobs #karl smut #mcyt smut #minecraft YouTuber

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noki-is-soup · 2 years

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DTKQ Reacting to Reader on Their Period

Warnings: Periods, ig? Swearing (Small amount)

Pairings: cc!Dream, cc!George, cc!Sapnap, cc!Karl, cc!Quackity (All romantically)

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Dream- He has had girlfriends in the past, so he pretty much knew what to do. He seems like the type to have products in his bathroom just in case someone needed it. Yet, even if he was prepared, no one could prepare him for the swings of depression you get. Sometimes, you never were sad or had mood swings. Other times, Dream would have to be the award winning boyfriend he is x1000.

“You’re really hot, you know that?”

Secretly loves when you walk out in a huge sweatshirt (most likely his) and he gets to cuddle you.

Sapnap- The EXACT OPPOSITE of Dream. He almost acts as if he’s never heard of someone getting their period in his life. It was pretty amusing watching him frantically look up what to do. He starts giving you tips, even though you have been dealing with this since you were young.

Like Dream, he would shower you in compliments, yet his are more questionable

“Damn, you’re so hot, dude. Like, I wanna make out with you right here, right now.”

Literally a human heating pad. Whether he’s laying on top of you or y’all are just normally cuddling, it will definitely make you feel better

George- Like Sapnap, freaks out about what to do. He would be calling Dream and asking him what to do, even if that was super embarrassing for you. Dream probably realized the embarrassment you were feeling, and decided to mess with him, as a way for George to make you feel better.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Of course. Cuddling with them makes it go away. Yeah. Don’t leave them alone for a second.” (He may try to torture you a bit because what’s the fun in only George getting messed with?)

Other than that, George is honestly really sweet about it and run to the store any chance you need it.

Karl- Even if he hasn’t had much experience in dating, he still knew what to do. Karl doesn’t have anything at his house, but he definitely would make store runs with you. He would be even more touchy than he already is, basically hanging off of you any chance he got. Random gifts would also appear around the house. Small, cheap things like rings, stuffed animals: anything that would make you feel better.

“Do you like it? I can always return it if you don’t.”

SO MANY SMALL KISSES <3333

Overall, super adorable.

Quackity- Would use distractions as a way to help. Inviting Karl over, random game nights, or even just going on drives. He would try his best, and that’s what counts. If you didn’t want to do anything high energy, you guys would just chill in bed or on the couch watching Tv shows or movies. If Karl was with you guys, he would have so much energy, you would be subjected to a video game night instead.

“I don’t care if you feel like shit! We’re playing Mario Kart!” (You still beat him anyways)

Probably one of the highest energy weeks you have every month. He tries to fill it to the brim with plans.

If you want to be alone, he would probably just sit at his gaming desk, talking to someone, until you want to hang out again.

You can always ask me to write stuff <3

-Noki

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theeyoungalabastor · 1 year

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Technoblade and his Apprentice: The Shattered Totem- Kill or Be Killed (Part 1)

Part 1, Part 2

(Art by: Jammie on Twitter)

Where does this take place?: The Arctic Empire, New L'Manberg, The Greater SMP

What event takes place?: Technoblade's and (Y/n)'s execution

Character pairing: Piglin!Hybrid!Technoblade and Bear!Hybrid!Reader

Information on chatacter(s): Both hybrids have a human like form but when feeling threatened both are able to shift into a bigger more animal like form that will add onto both strength, agility, and height (height to look more intimidating)

WARNINGS: Blood, character death, descriptive but mild gore, angst, explosions, murder, manipulation, foul language, freezing,

Status: Platonic, Angst, Fluff, Familial (Technoblade sees reader as a sibling)

Pronouns: They/them

Word count: 7,306 (7K)

Page count: 21.4

Summary: Having been included with the aid of destroying L'Manberg with Technoblade both the Piglin man and dear reader soon become the main target for a certain quartet. Nailing wanted posters to the wooden poles around New L'Manberg the ensemble set off with the intent of having the duo pay for their crimes. Public Execution.

A disk spun on its needle, the haunting like melody soaking into the wallpaper that layered the drywall surrounding them. A fire cackled not far from their pawed feet, hot flames lapping away at the charred wood, it's fuel radiating just enough heat to warm the bear hybrids toes. Shadows dancing with each flicker of the orange blaze.

E/c eyes drifted to the compass that sat heavily in the palm of their hand, it's sheen surface shining with the loadstone enchant which only became more apparent with the fire's illuminance glinting faintly off of the glass surface, it's red pinpointing north.

Nervousness gnawed hungrily at the pit of your rather empty stomach as the thick skin of your thumb traced the letters dug into the cold iron back, careful not to damage the devices surface with your keen talons. Ever since The Blade himself handed you the device it had been clipped to your belt safely. Every so often you would spare a glance in hopes the pin would click, directing you towards your friend's new home.

At times you would stand timidly at the end of the dock where you last saw the other hybrid, where he told you he was going to retire from everything.

The conflict.

The government.

The violence...

"Y/n..." Technoblade stare at the sun that began to rise above the horizon as if it were to be his last, tired eyes tracing over the water line as the ball of flames arose giving birth to a new morning. His hair reeked of soot and gun powder from the recent events, here and there a patch of his roseate fur was littered in dark splotches from where clumps of dirt and gravel had landed during the nation's destruction done by the hands of its own founder. But the hybrid seemed to pay no mind to his tainted coat but more on the effervescent ball of flames that bathed the smoke-filled firmament in ravishing hues of orange and gold.

He lost the man he considered a brother. Wilbur. To his own father. Impaled through the chest by a glistening diamond sword, if Techno didn't know any better, he would have mistaken the glittering blade as the one that Tommy had gifted the winged man on their last Christmas together.

"Yes Techno?" Your voice was dry, hoarse even, noticeably wavering and damn near dead of all emotion, along with the dull sheen that glossed your e/c eyes. His ruby hues drifted to meet your own. Pain pooling deeply in those blood tinted orbs. Not only did The Blade lose a brother, but you had also lost something as well.

Your home.

And your friends.

You lost their trust the minute you turned to face the Piglin hybrid, hand held out demandingly as he had already placed two of those ebony skulls atop of the four blocks of inklike sand that wept, but their cries fell onto deaf ears as he afforded his gaze to your stony features. The third skull sat in his clammy palms, ready to slam onto the last block of soul sand; but he hesitated, looking down at your outstretched hand that itched to feel the smooth bone of the skull. Without a second glance, he placed it into the heel of your palm with a firm nod.

That is probably where the two made their mistakes.

"I think I'm going to retire." His words were stern but soft as he glanced at you almost as if you were a kicked puppy cowering with its tail between its legs. Your eyes remained on the still waters that skipped across the shoreline, the sound was painful reminder of what once was. "Where will you go? Will I see you again?"

Technoblade knew you didn't hold what happened against him, especially knowing his unexplainable hatred towards governments, I mean shit. Look what it's done. He lost his brother for God's sake, to the unquenchable thirst for power that he had at the tip of his fingers.

Techno shook his head, unsure. "I honestly don't know, wherever the wind takes me I guess." Digging a hand into one of his pockets the taller male ferreted around before fishing a handheld object from its depths. You watched with a quirked brow as the taller man held out a large hand, gesturing for you to take what sat in his grasp.

"For when things go south. Go north."

At first when Techno said those words, you didn't think he meant literally, but here you were, eyes glued to the red needle that pointed north. Ever since the day of Wilbur's passing you didn't intend on living in L'Manberg- or NEW L'Manberg that is- after Tubbo took the title of the shattered nations president you had turned away from that unfinished symphony. You now resided within the barrier of the Greater SMP, atop the hill of where a certain tumultuous British boy's home was dug into.

Some people blamed you for the way things went down, Technoblade unleashing the hellish three headed beasts with the help of your traitorous hands, the TNT that tore the nation's structure, sending everything skyward. They blamed you for helping the Pigman fight against the government that drove his brother to insanity. The Government that exiled its two original founders or the same one that drove the once great leader whose eyes shown with pride's son to destroy the very walls that were made to protect him.

You glanced towards the dingy window another content smile splayed at your thinly lined lips.

You remembered the time Technoblade- the man to who you looked up to with much pride- taught you how to correctly plant potatoes.

"No, you don't plant them like that, they'll grow wonky." Pulling the vegetable from its hole, the one that you nonchalantly dug and tossed it into. You looked at the taller man that towered over you with a deadpanned expression, the six-foot something man paid no attention to your bored expression. Reaching into his pant pocket the fucia haired man ferreted for a moment. "Why? This is just a waste of fucking time they're just potatoes, nothing to get fussy or even get excited over." You spoke with the roll of your eyes and a shrug before standing beside Technoblade, dusting your soil caked fingers against your filthen and slightly tattered pants, perfect for farming.

"Yes, they are just potatoes, but these potatoes' are what is going to fuel out battalion and keep our bodies from shutting down on themselves." Pulling a blade from his pocket the other dug its sharp edge into the middle of the vegetable and skillfully cutting it in half. Glancing at your curious figure his long tail snapped back and forth with entertainment. Just a moment ago you were groaning about how potatoes weren't much to be excited about and how planting them was a waste of time.

Extending his hand towards you he held the small handheld blade in his scarred clad hand. "Cut them in half, we need to ration as many as we can so there's enough for everyone." You glanced up at the older man with uncertainty glinting in your (e/c) hues, a brow quirked to add into your iffiness.

Chuckling softly Technoblade bounced his extended hand expectantly with a soft groan. "Are you gonna take it or not? I'm trying to do a whole bonding moment with my apprentice- and my arm is starting to ache." Now it was his turn to deadpan at your stiffened figure below him. Your round ears flickered as you jumped, fingers softly surrounded the blade, face bloomed with blushing embarrassment. Clutching the blades handle you glanced innocently up at the other, eyes glinting with questioning.

Crouching slightly beside you Technoblade placed a large hand atop of your shoulder, a finger directed to the bottom of the knife. "Use this part the knife, it divides the meat in the potato better, but when you plant it make sure the small roots here-" He let his acute nails poked at the white spikes that protruded from the plants skin. "-Plant that part in the soil, make sure the cut part is facing the surface so that when it grows the plant's stem can break the surface better." Nodding you watched intently as he explained.

"Alright." Reaching into the small potato bag that hung from your hip you pulled out another potato as Technoblade turned away from you to plant the potato that he took from your hole and planted both halves in his own dug holes before scrubbing his palms against the knees of his pants as he covered the crops.

You held the potato gently, eyeing it with a faint smile before digging the tip into the skin.

That was when the days were long and grueling but empty of most problems, the most you had witnessed within the walls of Pogtopia was Wilbur's constant and rabid mental decline that plummeted like a stone in water.

Blabbering about being the villain and that if he couldn't have L'Manberg, then no one can. And with that, it was blown into the sky with the help of two shape shifting hybrids.

You clutched the compass, pulling it to your chest. Not many ever forgave you for helping destroy the same thing that they were all fighting to protect, throwing all of their work down the drain like expensive wine. Sometimes it ate at the core of your brain, no matter how badly you wanted to apologize to the children that had to face the wrath of the man with big dark horns, or even witness the once lively leader loose his ever-living mind to the nagging voices and now a boy sent to exile by his own friend, the one who he saw as an actual brother.

Is this how Eret felt? When he expressed his remorse for the final control room?

Heaving a sigh your e/c eyes drifted out of the window as your mind settled on the boisterous blonde's home, one that use to bound pridefully down the prime path that just so coincidentally happened to lead up to his doorstep, chest puffed, and head held high. It was eerily quiet without his high-pitched laugh or passive aggressive threats. A spark of memory flashed through your mind as you recall a conversation with a certain winged man.

"That kid, I'm telling ya, he's given me more gray hairs than my own son." He chuckled humorously as he watched his adopted blonde son clash his skull against the firm horn of his friend. Crying out in pain before rubbing the soon to be bruised spot that blossomed due to their recklessness. Tubbo on the other hand, clutched his stomach that grew tense with laughter a few breathy taunts leaving his cavernous lips.

He spoke about how incredibly corrupt that government was, how it tossed the presidential titles around like it were a game of Ga-ga ball, and whose ever feet the ball just so happened to hit was the new ruler of the damned nation. The blonde man spoke of how that government drove his one and only son to dementedness and now cast the other aside, doomed to bare exile with the ghastly apparition of who once was. After your departure from L'Manberg, much like Technoblade, you gifted the two a compass that led to your home located just off the prime path, a way to locate you faster when needed.

A content but solemn smile tugged at the edges of your lips as you began to reminisce the better times, the times you were still considered a 'good person' but you too, had shoved the goads of violence to the back of your mind. Now, you did not have the voices that sang out in demand for blood, but you did have the invasive or intrusive thoughts that would dance around your mind like a ballet dancing the nutcracker. They were tempting, urging you to wrap your large palms around the throat of anyone who stepped foot on your doorstep, watch as their lively eyes glazed over with the thin sheet of death or maybe see your clawed fingers tainted with the said crimson whine.

This is what war does to a person.

No matter who they are.

A person could have the kindest heart and brightest eyes that one has ever seen before being tainted by the trauma of war that could make any man go berserk.

But it's not the memories that were left behind that made these impulses bubble to the surface, it was the blood that stained your tongue during it. Once an animals tongue collides with the copper relish of blood, it lingers like honey, like a craving even. And that is exactly what it was for you, a nagging craving that had turned sour as of the recent months. You blamed the damned hybrid side of you, the rabid bear.

The snap of the fire awoke your dazed figure back to reality as you glanced over, eyeing the glowing ember that sat on the waxed wood of your floor, with a groan you heaved yourself to your pawed feet before padding towards where the smoldering chunk of charred lumber lay, nonchalantly kicking it back into the hot pit to smolder into ash.

'Get ready my dearest friend they have bound my wings, they've found you.'

Gaze snapping to the communicator that sat atop the end table next to the hard leather cover of your recent read the screen illuminated. No one ever messaged you unless they wanted something from you, or it was an emergency.

Nimbly dancing around the furniture that littered your path, your large, clawed manus lifted the device to your line of sight. It was from Philza. The text a whispered message.

>(Y/n) whispered to Ph1lzA< What do you mean 'they've found you'? Who is it?

Panic slowly installed itself into the core of your stomach as the whisper sent, jumping around like an energetic puppy being taunted with an afternoon walk.

Who found you?

What did they want?

They bound his wings?

Did he mean Chat?

Seconds felt like eons as your (e/c) hues stare daggers into the electronic device. If looks could kill, that communicator would be fine ribbons.

>Ph1lzA whispered to you< The Buther army, they found your compasses. I don't have much longer for they are confiscating the communicator, be safe m8.

Shit.

The Buther Army, a battalion of men who seek vengeance on the ones who've wronged them, and it looks that you were one of the people at the top of that list.

Your rounded ear flicked as a stoic expression stoned your features into a thin but serious line. You needed to prepare.

Instantly your hands got to work, thumbing through the pages of your brewery book, collecting the needed supplies to whip up the potions you would undoubtably be needing to face multiple men alone. The house reeked of panic as your lip pulled into a focused snarl, revealing the sharp edges of your canines, jabbing the stick to your grinding bowl against the fragile blaze rod you spun the wand, crushing the rod into a fine powder to then be turned into strength potions.

Your dark tinted armor sat on a nearby armor stand prepared and enchanted, ready for usage, in the stands hand a glistening netherite sword that shone with enchantments, in the other a bow that too sang with advanced enchants. (Technobalde had helped you find the best enchantments and how to get them).

A nearby stand bubbled as the brewing came to a finish to which you swiftly slid into your hotbar, storing the rest in the slots of your inventory. Minutes turned to hours as your grueling work was done.

Fixing the strap of your armor your pawed feet slid into the metal of your boots that had been tailored by the great Puffy herself, lords bless that woman's soft soul. With the dusting of your shoulder to rid of the red stone dust, gun powder and blaze powder you were ready, body reverberating with fluctuating anxiety that gnawed at the core of your mind, clouding it with blurry cotton.

They were bound to approach you first since you were undoubtedly closer to the reconstructing nation built off of corruption and pain and you were sure Philza had messaged Technoblade to inform him of the approaching battalion that approached your home radiating malice.

Fixing your sights on the carpet that sat at the foot of the rocking chair that you sat in just moments ago you eyed the fabric remembering what lied beneath. Swiftly making your way towards the said furniture you tossed the carpet aside revealing the trap door it concealed.

A growl left your throat as the front door vibrated from the vigorous pounding as the lock held it in place.

"(Y/n) Step out of your home and surrender your weapons." A venomous voice demanded firmly as the sound of metal on metal made it to your rounded hybrid ears, four, that's how many shadows' you'd counted from beneath the door.

The power behind each knock grew potent as you slipped down the hatch, the voice of Quackity being deafened by the banging door.

Grabbing the legs of the rocking chair you swiftly pulled it over the hatch as it rested on your head against the cold metal of your helmet. At this point the knocking was no longer but the hard thud of a boot colliding with the now splintering wood you lowered the hatch still covered with the carpet down. And with that you began climbing down just as the door was thrown against your wallpapered walls.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" The duck hybrids voice reeked with sour venom as he spoke, you could hear the group of boots thumping against the floorboards over your head. "WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT BEAR!" His voice seethed hatefully.

Your boots hit the stone of the tunnel that stretched farther than you would have liked but this here hall of cold stone is what divided you from being captured and possibly killed and freedom that shown just beyond that faintly glowing opening just a few yards away.

"Look at this," Fundy spoke deathly close to your hatch as the sound of furniture being tossed aside like a child's toy made it to your ears a deep odious chortle radiated the bird man's throat as the hatch was thrown open. Thats when the two of you made eye contact. A snarky smirk pulled at the corners of your lips as a two fingered solute was directed to the seething Quackity clad in netherite armor.

enraged vociferation erupted as you slid a speed potion from your belt and popping the cork before again glancing up at the winged man who scaled swiftly down the ladder, earth brown hues that burned with a dangerous fire still locked on your form. With a playful chuckle and wink you downed the vials contents that took effect almost as soon as it made contact with your lips, legs pumping, creating distance between you. Capture. And freedom.

The illuminated opening approached rapidly as a crazed adrenaline-filled grin spread across your features. Blood pumped loudly in your rounded bear ears. But as fast as it came it was gone as your euphoria only lasted a few moments; the familiar sound of hissing sounded faintly, even the sound of racing blood and thinning adrenaline it made your whole world slow almost to a stop.

As if time were being manipulated as said, it seemed to slow as you frantically tried to stop your speeding form from the now crumbling wall, the shards blooming from beside your head, the sight just out of your prefrail vision as your armored hands lifted to shield your face.

Like the flip of a switch time returned, your door to freedom slammed shut as your fingers brushed its closing knob. So close but again, so far. Your body was flung back to skid across the stone floor, a few hot morsels slicing through the flesh of your cheek. The sound of shattering glass made you curse loudly as the contents of your potion bottles spilled against the cold floor. Your shock was momentary as you regained your composure, jumping back to your pawed feet clumsily.

The exit was blocked by debris.

There was no way out.

Ringing enveloped your erratic senses, vision blurring together.

The exit was blocked by debris.

There was no way out.

You had to fight.

Guess it's time to sooth your hunger, your thirst for blood.

Turning to face the four who stood in the narrow hall, you lifted your netherite blade in comparison to their four diamond axes that were too raised, ready to strike.

Quackity's chest bounced with entertainment as your form took a battle stance as he lifted his axe, directing the point towards your now bulked form obscured in tainted and matted fur as you huffed, still out of breath from running."(Y/n) (L/N), you are under arrest for the assistance of destroying L'Manberg and being associated with Technoblade. You are here by sentenced. To death..."

"That's great. That's wonderful, but you gotta get outta here Wilbur." Technoblade stated firmly pushing a finger to his temple to sooth the raging voices that roared in his ears whilst pulling the blade from its place on his mantal. The pale skinned ghost turned to face his younger brother as stress knitted into the skin of Techno's brow. "They're gonna come, they're gonna see you- and they- I don't know what they're gonna do to you-" Technoblade turned swiftly to another brewing stand, removing the potions from their spots on his counter, "-I don't know what they're gonna do to me but- I don't think it's gonna be good." Fixing the round vials to his belt, Technoblade lifted the shawl from its hook before swinging it around his shoulders, locking the chain that held it in place.

Ghostbur held his fist to his chest anxiously as he hovered over the wooden floor of his piglin brother's cabin. Technoblade turned to face the transparent male with a sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder before opening the door. "Alright, there are some bad men Wilbur that are coming to get me-" The pink haired male's words halted in his throat as the said ghost exited close behind the taller male. Swiftly making his way towards the spruce fencing that lined the staircase Ghostbur leaned over with wide oxy eyes. With a gasp the man pointed a directed finger to the open field of snow. "Techno look..." Scarlet hues following the older of the two's finger to the open tundra the piglin froze with furrowed brows. "It's a sign!" Wilbur turned back to his younger brother excitement swirling in his glossy black orbs. "Blue!"

"Ghostbur, I need you to take that sheep." Using the tip of his sword to point tot he said animal he looked the ghost of Wilbur Soot in the eyes before speaking again. "And get as far away from here as possible."

Ghostbur's features shifted happily as he excitedly heeded the others warning. "Can I have a leash?" The man questioned innocently rubbing the knitted cuffs of his yellow sweater anxiously. He did NOT like the way the pinkette was acting. The said male rushed back into the house as Ghostbur sat atop of the plywood that connected the fencing rails.

"Yeah, I can go far away," glancing back towards the taller male he watched as Technoblade's large pink ears flicked prudently. "Would it be easier for you if I went far away?"

"Uhh, I just want you to be safe Ghostbur!" Technoblade replied as he lifted the top to another chest, ferreting frantically through it before jumping to another letting the lids fall closed with a loud thud.

"I'm always safe Technoblade, I'm already dead." The ghost floated towards his twin who hastily shoved the lead into his transparent hands, "what are they gonna do? Double kill me?" The brunette chuckled humorously at his own joke but stopped as he saw the glint of desperation in the other man's crimson hues.

"Ghostbur, it's stopped snowing- go as far away as you can or go and hide over a hill or something, alright?" Leading the ghost out of the door he raked a clammy palm through his infrared locks as the said other contently bound from the lifted porch, lead in hand as he approached the animal, latching it to the lead and softly tugging it towards a nearby hill cameoed in thick pine. "Bye bye Techno, have fun preparing for the event!"

Returning back to sporadically searching through the many chests that lined the walls he retrieved what he saw fit for battle, the paranoia that devoured his mind making things all the lot harder.

Were they only going after him?

What if they hurt Ghostbur?

Was Phil okay?

Were you okay?

It had been a good long while since the God of Blood had fought another, it had been too long since his hands knew the form of his hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword tainted with blood. Maybe if things weren't as he seemed it wouldn't come to that, maybe he could negotiate with the ensemble to prevent spilling blood. He was a retired man, he sworn against violence a long time ago and sought refuge within the snowy tundra to live out his retirement.

Chatter awoke the man from his thoughts as a pink bore ear flicked towards the source, crouching low the man clad in red and netherite tip toed his way towards the window where the voices seemed to grow louder. Using his index finger to lift the cloth of his drapes Technoblade peered through the thick sheets of glass softly blanketed with frost and fog.

Swiping a hand across the glass he peeked into the night where he saw Ghostbur chatting contently with the netherite wearing men. "He got captured IMIDIATELY, I've never seen a man get captured to quick holy Hell." The said ghost glanced towards the cottage every so often he gave a polite wave before pointing excitedly towards the windows.

"Shit, no, no don't wave at me- NO, DON'T POINT AT ME! DID HE JUST TURN AND POINT AT ME!" Pinching the bridge of his nose Technoblade groaned out in despair before sighing heavily before again peeking out the window, a bead of sweat dripping down his chin.

"Oh crap, they have full enchanted netherite- I thought they were broke-" The man chuckled to himself before lifting the curtain a bit higher to see what was happening despite not being able to hear the conversation. Almost instantly Ghostbur's face brightened impossibly bigger as he frantically waved at the man in the window.

Dropping the curtain, the man pressed the heels of his palm into his eyes with a groan of complaint. Standing from his crouched position he pulled the curtain all the way open only to cry out in complaint as Ghostbur ran enthusiastically towards the cottage.

"HEY TECHNOBLADE! They say they're gonna kill you Technoblade-" Opening the wooden doors Ghostbur invited himself in approaching the nether beast.

Technoblade lurched forwards to catch the door handle as Ghostbur again made his way outside, "Ghostbur- why- why are you leading them over to my house Wilbur- why are you doing this?" Ignoring his brother's words of betrayal Ghostbur turned to face the others scarred face. "What would you like me to say back to them?" Glancing towards the hill that the group of now four stood Technoblade eyed them wearily.

"Uh, how about you look at them and tell them that I'm not here."

Ghostbur's brows furrowed tightly. "But that'd be lying, I don't like lying!"

"We- THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME WHY ARE YOU NOT OKAY WITH LYING!? Aaand they're all here- and their all right outside my house- Thanks Ghostbur" standing on the flight of stairs Technoblade puffed out his chest as he clutched the hilt of his sword closer unsure to use it or not.

"Oh, Hello again Technoblade." Quackity's lips pulled into a wicked grin as Tubbo fixed the handle of his hatchet in his hand.

"Uh, hello guy's, why have you guys come all the way over here- to my humble abode?" The said man descended the stairs where he stood a few moments ago as he eyed the Four before him. Quackity, Fundy, Ranboo and Tubbo. Where was the third?

Tubbo stepped forwards with a slight tremble in his stance as he spoke with a wavering voice. "Technoblade." He inhaled. "You need to pay for your war crimes."

"Woah, woah, woah, that was in the past man, alright? That was a different Technoblade. I'm a changed man now! I'm in retirement, I'm a good person now Tubbo." Here he went, negotiation, maybe he would be able to change their minds with assurance.

Quackity hummed in denial whilst shaking his head, nose scrunching with malice as he lifted his axe to point at the man who stood before him the sheen of antipathy grew thicker with each passing second. "Techno, you and (Y/n) exploded L'Manberg with fucking-"

"You two literally spawned withers EVERYWHERE!" Tubbo cut in, placing a firm hand to the ravenette's shoulder.

Shrugging the brunette's hand away the duck hybrid stepped forwards slightly, mock understanding lacing his already ill toned voice. "I'm sorry Technoblade, but you two need to be brought to justice for that. And there is nothing I can do to change that" The male shrugged boldly, spinning the blade of his axe in his hand.

"Okay- Listen you guys, I've gone through so much effort over the past months to change my violent ways, I have reformed alright?" Lifting an empty hand to his head an index finger jabbed into the flesh of his temple as he spoke again. "The VOICES demand blood, and I- I have been denying THEM! I've been fighting back! PLEASE, please don't make kill all of you." Letting his hand drop the other that held the hilt of his sword directed to the four who stood before him before backing away a step. "Please just leave."

A tenseful silence fell upon the men before one spoke again. "Technoblade, please just come peacefully..."

Quackity lifted a hand to silence the president of the broken nation as he nodded firmly with a nonchalant shrug, "you know what, yeah, how about you show us around? Show us what you've been doing while in retirement. Let's do this peacefully."

Technoblade tensed at the raven-haired man's tone as he side stepped away from the four, swiftly approaching the far side of his house hesitantly sliding the sword into its spot on his hip. "I- huh- Well I have Bees' here, aren't they nice?"

Tubbo's eyes lit up slightly now with relaxed shoulders at the mention of his favorite mob, approaching the small makeshift bee farm he placed a hand against the glass as one shimmied its chunky body from the hole of its hive to nuzzle into the flowers that lined the wall. At the sight of this the four others openly approached the bee farm.

With a few wary backpedal steps, the pig hybrid turned on the ball of his heel, sweat gathering at the hair of his brow as he began to run from the distracted battalion of four.

After a few moments and a few feet away shouts of panic instilled as multiple footsteps followed behind the taller male who then skidded to a stop, hands raised in mocking surrender. "Hey, hey, hey, it was just a joke-"

"You know what, fuck it Techno, we tried to do this civilly, but we won't let you out of here in one fucking peice, we are going to fuck you up techno. It's either going to be the easy way or the hard way. We're going to go back to L'Manberg and you're going to come with us. There's no other way around it." Quackity spun his axe skillfully as he took a battle stance.

Technoblade's brows knit together tightly as the voices began to chant.

Blood for the Blood God.

Blood for the Blood God!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

His top lip pulled into a snarl revealing the sharpening canines, his figure seeming to take on new heights as patches of fur bloomed across his skin, the armor that sat loose across his stature grew tight as he revealed his full glory.

It was time to sooth their hunger.

With a huff from his snout and the snap of his jaw's he growled. "If that's how it is... I CHOOSE BLOOD!" Ripping the leather belt from his waist he slammed it down, the glass splash vials that lined it shattered coating the beast in its contents as his muscles bulked, eyes grew dilated with speed and the screaming voices, followed with his body ached with regeneration. Technoblade ripped the sword from its sheath as he sprung, blade raised high with the intent to kill.

The sharpened edge dug into the handle of Quackity's axe before unloding it from the wood and hacking down again as the said bird hybrid spun away, avoiding the deadly strike.

Panicked shouting ensued as the group of four scattered, slipping against the sheet of snow.

Turning his attention towards a certain fox featured boy Technoblade dug the hooves of his feet into the frozen forest floor, launching himself forwards delivering an armor crumbling blow. Clutching his now aching ribs Fundy scrambled to escape the beast's power whilst crying out about how God damned heavy, he hit even with the performance enhancing potions.

Sliding just a few feet away was Tubbo, axe at the ready as he charged the pink coated beast that snarled, clouds of hot smoke bellowing from his nostrils as he too charged, scarlet hues glazed with the intent to annihilate to cut down each and every single one of the men who dared disturb his retirement and force him back into the ways of violence, forcing him to collapse under the pressure of the voices to sustain their unquenchable thirst.

Fear replaced the once confident look that crossed his face as the boy turned to run, netherite boots sliding against the frozen ground. A cry of panic escaped the ball in his throat.

"BIG Q DO SOMETHING, BIG Q!" The hook in his boot caught the root of a tree, sending the president tumbling to the forest floor, diamond axe raised as Technoblade's sword collided with the base of the smaller blade, applying pleasure to the hilt of his sword the Piglin beast snarled as Tubbo's arms trembled under the unbearable weight as his emerald hues met with the dilated pair that danced with pain.

Strings of curses fell from Quackity's lips as he glanced about, looking for something to use for leverage, knowing full well he could use his gift but that was needed for more drastic measures.

The blade of the hybrid's sword dug into the flesh of Tubbo's shoulder as he cried out, struggling to push the massive creature away from him in order to escape, but it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, his attempts always went down in vain.

The familiar sound of hooves awoke The Blade from his stoper, snapping his head to the sound he saw Quackity perched on the back of a rearing Carl who whinnied in displeasure before shaking his head in a final attempt to rid of his new rider.

Panicked, Technoblade tore his blade from the other's before turning to face the ravenette.

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT HORSE QUACKITY!?"

"Technoblade, stop what you're doing, stop right now-"

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, stop what you're doing. Get away from that horse Quackity." Lifting the blood tainted sword, the oversized beast directed it to the man who stirred the reigns of his stallion with a grin, satisfied that he finally found a weakness in the Legendary Technoblade.

"No." Quackity stated with a slight jerk of the reigns that willed the horse into a standing still as he held the handle of his axe to the horse's beige fur. "You get away from them Technoblade. If you pull any shit, I am going to kill Carl. I will fucking slay him if you don't get away from them."

The piglin beast's breathing stuttered as he widely stepped away from the two other hybrids.

"Technoblade, I am going to kill your horse-"

"-Why would you do that?"

"Unless you cooperate."

Technoblade's eyes narrowed as he hesitantly stepped away from the raven-haired man who sat atop his noble steed. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to drop your shit, drop your shit Techno and Carl doesn't get hurt."

With that being said the beast formed man threw his axe into the snow.

"All of it, this is not a negotiation. Drop it all"

Technoblade glanced down at the blood slicked blade that sat light in his large palm before he huffed in what seemed to be amusement. "I can get a new horse if I need too. It doesn't matter." (I know he wouldn't really say this, but for plot's sake, he is.)

Quackity looked slightly taken aback at the statement as the war criminal before him readjusted his grip on the swords hilt. With a stunned huff followed by demented and amused laughter the man on the horse shook his head with a nod.

"For some reason, I knew you'd say that. So that's why I brought you a gift, Technoblade." Digging the heel of his boots into the horse's ribs Quackity approached a small thicker part of the forest where he stopped and turned to face the oversized hybrid.

Lifting a hand, the beanie wearing man spoke with wallowing pride as the gift was shoved from behind the thicket, the sound of chains rattling filled the tense thick air. "May I present to you-" Watching as it landed limply in the snow, Quackity slid from the horses back before hopping towards the thing like a child who was told they could have whatever they wished at the candy store.

Skidding to a stop, Quackity planted both feet on either side of the figure before gripped a fist full of hair, tugging the figures blooded face up from the soiled snow to reveal who it was.

"YOUR ONE AND ONLY APPRENTICE, TADA!!" He sang in excitement that he was finally able to reveal his plan B.

(Y/N) grunted painfully as Technoblade's breath caught in his throat.

Their (h/l) (H/c) locks were matted with dark and now frozen blood that had dripped down the crown of their head before drying, their nose busted and bloodied as clots of blood plugged each nostril, both lips that were now blue from the cold were split so deep that he was sure he could see the younger one's gums that were too painted crimson from their harsh faceplant into the icy ground as shallow and stuttering breaths wheezed past your swollen. The once nice thin clothes that they wore were torn and tattered, tainted with their own crimson whine, you had not been dressed to embark on a trip to the frigid tundra. Your hands were bound behind your back by a pair of copper cuffs. (Copper is what keeps shape shifting hybrids from shifting into their animal form)

But what made his blood turn cold was how deathly pale you were. From what he could see you lost quite a bit of blood while on your way over but the bruises and deep cuts that littered your figure did not make you look any better in any way shape and or form.

Quackity held the handle of his axe with bubbling excitement as he glared challengingly at the shifted man. "Drop your shit Technoblade..."

Technoblade was frozen where he stood, eyes glued to your weakened form. You looked to broken, your (e/c) hues that once glistened with courage and power now sat dull and defenseless, he could have sworn that he saw guilt swirl in those dull eyes of yours.

Gripping the tufts of hair in his hand tighter Quackity lowered the sharpened edge of his diamond axe to rest tightly at the ball of your throat.

"Or I will kill this kid, right in front of you."

"Don't..." Your voice came out hoarse, tone just above a whisper, but he was still able to catch it. "You still have time to r-run."

Tearing his gaze from your shivering form, Technoblade dropped his sword.

His potions.

His crossbow.

Trident.

Golden apples.

All of it, before finally unlatching the hold-knob of his cloak and tossing it to the side and finally letting the glistening crown that sat atop his head clatter to the forest floor alongside his netherite armor.

His hands raised in surrender.

Quackity's brown eyes burned with victory as he removed the weapon from your throat, both of his feet from either side of you were no longer there, letting your head again fall into the snow you were then hoisted up from under your shoulder. Whimpering painfully, you unwillingly leaned against the ravenette for support as he danced giddily before his energetic facade dropped to look Technoblade dead in his rage filled eyes.

"So here is what's going to happen Technoblade, (Y/N). We are going to take you both back to L'Manberg to face trial. Alright?" His voice seethed as the other person he was supporting weakly lifted their head.

"Sounds like... Bull shit..."

Tubbo stood, lips pulled into a thin line. "They just insulted our government..."

Technoblade snapped his head to face the ram. "Oh, we just insulted your, oh your government has been insulted. OHHH!"

I had to put a few of Technoblade's funny moments because I am missing the hell out of that man.

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