#technoblade x reader angst

[squishycheekanon]

I have a request: how would the Techno react if Reader dies but appears a few months later alive but very injured?

Now this inspired me.

Warnings: 18+, angst, suicide mentioned, hints at nsfw, blood, alternate timeline where she was never pregnant; adding Athena and Apollo into this would have made me cry so no. 

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Techno was distraught, it was against his nature to love and be loved and yet you taught him how. You were his everything and more. From the moment you shot him in those woods all that time ago, when the voices went quiet when your face came into his eyesight, everything changed for him.

He loved you more than life itself, so when Phil broke the news to him that you were dead, he lost it. Standing in the living room of the home you had shared together, rage burned through him, his shaking hands ripping, shoving, destroying. By the time he was done, Phil had witnessed something he thought he’d never see.

Techno was weeping, sobbing, screaming for you. A broken man wanting the only thing he couldn’t have. For months Techno barely ate, barely slept, contemplated suicide daily. How could he live without you? Why would he even want to? Without you there was no meaning to his life. It was like a huge hole had been punched through his chest.

The absence of you was everywhere he looked, the little touches you had slowly added to the house over the years. Your perfume, oils and lotions on the white vanity in the corner of the room. Techno remembers vividly, when you had talked about wanting one and he worked for weeks to build and paint one you’d love. He sat for hours carving intricate designs onto the legs and around the mirror just for you.

The wardrobe filled with your clothes, the beautiful materials you covered your body with, he was always envious of them, they got to touch you all the time. Dresses hanging there that hugged your figure perfectly, that made his heart beat faster.

The bathroom filled with your sweet bath oils and bath salts, countless times he had come home from fighting and you drawn him a bath and washed him clean. Countless times had he taken you apart in the sweet smelling waters and steamy room.

The bed was the hardest to deal with, it reeked of you. The mouthwatering smell he wanted nothing more than to roll around in, it was always present when he slept. It was a slight comfort to him, but always left him distraught. He thought about sleeping downstairs but had to remind himself that he had destroyed the couch.

More time passed, around six months now since Phil had told him about your death. He was a hollow shell of himself, he had lost a lot of weight and always had dark bags under his eyes. He was surprised he was still breathing.

“Techno!” Phil had screamed, a dreaded, fear filled, confusion dripping scream. Techno sighed, it took so much energy out of him to simply stand. Feet practically dragging along the floor, he shuffled to the front door sparing a longing look to his axe of peace. Whatever was on the other side of his door was dangerous if Phil’s scream was anything to go by, and he was happy to let whatever it was kill him.

Opening the door and stepping out onto the wood panels just before the stairs that led down to the snow, red cloak and gold crown nowhere in sight, The Blood God isn’t who stepped out to fight, but a broken man ready to die.

That all changed the second he saw you. You who had been dead for six months, you who he had mourned for six months, you who was bruised and covered in cuts with blood dripping from them. You who looked just as starved and exhausted as Techno did, in fact you looked worse.

“Sweetheart?” Techno’s voice cracked as he uttered the term of endearment he hadn’t spoken in so long.

“Tec.” Your voice was small and fragile, your hand reaching for him. The clothes you wore were torn and certainly not enough to keep you warm in the freezing cold snow you had trekked in to get home.

He ran to you, feet moving quicker than they ever had before all so he could take you in his arms and hold you close. “I’ve got you darlin’, I’ve got you, hold on to me.” He used all his strength to help you into the house, Phil running to your aid too.

You took in the state of your home and honestly it was alot better than what you had expected. Glancing at your husband, he avoided eye contact sheepishly, normally it would have made you smile. You don’t even think you know how to do that anymore.

“Let’s uh, get you upstairs.” Phil said awkwardly, helping Techno carry you up into your bedroom, and onto the bed. You sighed in pure relief that you body didn’t have to hold itself up anymore, that you weren’t on a nasty cold stone floor too but the soft, Techno smelling, mattress you had been dreaming of for six months.

You were so happy you cried. You cried ugly, hard, loud. Letting all your emotions out. Techno was there stroking your filthy, greasy hair and holding your dirty, sore hand. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m just so happy, I thought this day would never come. I had convinced myself that it wouldn’t. And yet here I am. Home.” You sobbed out the words, looking at your husband through your tears blurred eyes, just about making out the crooked smile on his gorgeous face.

He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who had done this to you. But just seeing your relief to being in a bed, to being home, he knew you’d need time.

Phil went home after Techno had asked him to, they agreed not to tell anyone you were back until they figured out what had happened to you and by who.

Techno ran you a bath and took extra time and care into washing you off, he had to pull you out of the disgustingly mucky water and run you a new bath. This one you could soak in, allow yourself to relax, even when the clear water did dirty again, only a little this time though.

You saw the look in Techno’s eyes as he washed you and you knew, remembering the vow he made to you all those years ago; “I love you, it took me a while to say it I know. But I need to know you understand—“

“Understand?” You asked.

“How much I love you. I’d destroy empires for you. Pillage country’s for you. Kill for you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “If anyone ever even thought about hurting you, they’d be dead before they could finish that thought.” He growled, deep from within his chest. The ruby of his eyes shining brighter the more he talked about it.

“I understand.” Of course you did. You knew from the moment you said ‘I do’ exactly what that meant.

“You’re going to kill him aren’t you?” It was a question you knew the answer to but you still felt compelled to ask nonetheless.

“Yes.”

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[dreamcatcherrs]

all too well; c!technoblade x reader

!PLEASE READ!

this is an incomplete story I started on last year, and I never managed to finish it and probably won’t as I find it hard to write for techno anymore. but I figured I wouldn’t let the stuff I wrote go completely to waste, so here you go :)

+ based on taylor swift’s “all too well” ten minute ver. but techno actually has a reason to be an asshole unlike jake :)

++ if you know the song, you already know it’s gonna be an angsty and fluffy mess

stepping through the door to his cabin you let out a sigh at the feeling of the sweet warmth of his home surrounding you, quickly closing the door behind you to prevent the cold air from crawling up your neck. the cold from the snowy biome he chose to live in was no joke.

a pair of arms snaked around you from behind, cold lips placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. you giggled.

"mmm, I’m thinking rabbit stew for dinner tonight, whaddya say?" you turned around to face him, swinging your arms over his shoulders with a smile on your face.

"that sounds wonderful." your lips met his, cold and a bit chapped, but soft nonetheless, pulling away shortly after. he pressed his lips into a thin line, blood flowing to his cheeks as the voices went crazy for you in his head. luckily, for him, you couldn’t hear them, or else he’d probably die. he shedded himself from his cape, your eyes lingering on him as he did so, admiring his effortless charm, wondering how you could ever be this lucky.

once shaking yourself out of your daze you reached for the red scarf around your neck, unwrapping it and letting it hang from the railing attached to the stairs along with your thick and wooly coat that protected your body from the icy air outside.

walking into the kitchen, techno was already chopping up the potatoes, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and hair tied into a bun. the sight alone was breathtaking to you, and he didn’t even know it. you walked over to stand by his side, grabbing the carrots on the counter to start chopping them up. techno glanced at you without moving his head so you wouldn't notice, and you didn’t. 

you didn’t notice.

you grunted as you failed at your second attempt of mounting the horse, your leg just not long enough to swing over the saddle. about to try for a third time, a pair of hands landed on your waist, making you halt your movements.

“here, let me help you.” the warmth of techno’s fingers melted through the material of your clothes. you felt your blood rush to your cheeks. you uttered out a small “thanks,” letting him lift you onto the horse with little power needed from you.

you grabbed a hold of the rope attached to the horse to lead and stop him, waiting for techno to get on his horse again, watching as he does so with ease.

“alright, let’s go.”

you wanted to go for a ride together in the forest a few miles away from the snowy cabin you were held up at most of the time, for a change of scenery, or just to spend some peace and quiet time together if you will.

techno turned his head to look at you, seeing if you’d found your way around on the horse, meaning for it to just be a quick glance. but when he saw how you smiled sweetly at the horse as you ran a gentle hand over his fur, he couldnt help but to admire you. your were so… kind-natured. innocent, sweet. completely different from him, yet here you were - his. his heart tugged in his chest as the voices in his head kept repeating compliments aimed towards you.

“techno!”

with a last minute jerk to the rope, techno just about managed to miss falling down the deep ravine one block away from him. he swallowed, looking over at you again as you giggled at him. he recollected himself, moving on ahead of you casually to look calm and collected.

you reached the woods, the snowy path you’d been following slowly disappearing and being replaced by the beautiful array of colours from the autumn leaves. your eyes widened at your colourful surroundings, not having been used to this type of biome since you got into a relationship with techno and stayed with him. and as much as you loved staying with techno in the snowy biome, you still missed what you were used to.

distracted by the scenery, you didn’t notice the creeper sneaking up on you from between the trees.

but your horse did.

kicking his front legs in the air, you screeched, holding on tight to the rope as your horse started running with full speed down the path and away from the creeper. away from techno. now was the time you really wished you knew more about riding a horse. you probably should've listened more when techno helped you learn.

your hair blew back from the powerful wind, eyes squinted as you tried your best to make your horse stop, but despite your effort, nothing seemed to work.

suddenly, a hard tug to the rope you were holding, and everything stood still again, no more cold wind. techno appeared on his horse beside you, pink braid messy from the wind blowing into his face and brows furrowed. he quickly got off his horse, keeping a hold on the rope as he approached you.

“come on, boy, it’s okay. that nerd is far gone.” you laughed a little at his choice of words, noticing a little gunpowder on his hand as he reached out to you. “you okay?” his eyes drooped, a sincere look crossing his face as you placed your hand in his. warm, as always.

“yeah, I’m good. y’know, just glad I didn’t die from that,” you smiled, letting him help you down. he rolled his eyes.

“maybe you're being a bit overdramatic. I don't think you could die from that.”

your brows furrowed, arms crossed over your chest. overdramatic?

he swallowed.

“I mean, y’know, you’re the lover of the blood god, I think you're too strong for such a weak death.”

you squinted your eyes at him and shot him a small glare. he shot you a lopsided smile, letting out a breath once you turned around to get on the horse again.

victory.

he watched you struggle mounting the horse again. “d’you need help with that?”

“no!”

“ah! this is you?”

you picked up the photo from the counter, just in time before he could snatch it away from you. you quickly held it to you, sending him a mischievous smirk as you looked at it. he sighed.

it was a picture from when he was little, barely taller than wilbur who stood beside him in the photo with his arm slung over his shoulders, little tommy peeking at the camera between the two brothers. you felt a pang in your chest as your eyes softened looking at the photo. techno had his long hair in a braid, hanging from his shoulder and down his chest, tusks peeking out from under his upper lip, glaring at will as he pulled him close, a bright smile on the brunettes face. techno’s glasses were the same, but the scar that usually ran down the middle of his eye was yet to be seen.

it was… so precious.

“aww, look at you tech! even back then you hair was in a — braid…”

you turned, looking at techno with a faltering smile, watching as his cheeks and ears glowed a bright red. he itched his neck, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.

“tech? you okay?” you reached out, gentle fingers pushing a strand of hair out of his face, same hand cupping his face to make him look at you. he did, eyes gloomy and brows upturned.

“they hate me.”

your face fell, breath hitching at his words. how could he say that?

“what? honey, they don’t hate you. you’re their brother-“

“brother? what kind of a brother am I, y/n? a good one? a brother who leaves his family behind? I would understand if they aren’t very fond of me.”

your lips parted, eyes open wide as you listened intently, observing his icy orbs.

techno didn’t mean to suddenly unload his emotional baggage on you, but you seeing that photo - it reminded him of why the ones he loved were not in his life anymore, and it reminded him that you might become an addition to that list. as a man known for control and power, he has little of that in his head. he has no idea if the voices are gonna betray him again like they’d once done before and leave you, abandon you. lose you. his fears were coming out, crawling out of his mouth in no words and-

he sobbed.

head landing on your shoulder, he hunched over and clung to your body, releasing the tears he hadn’t cried for so long, years, into your shoulder. you found it hard to take in his sudden outburst, not having ever seen this side of the piglin before.

you quickly shook off your own feelings, knowing that now was a time where you had to think of him and only him. you placed your hands on the back of his head, over his hair as you held him close to you, kissing his temple. looking down at the photo still in your hand, you wondered what kind of past he must’ve had to feel this way, to feel so… alone. even when he still had so many people who loved him.

“techno.” you managed to pull him slightly away from you, teary eyes staring into yours as you wiped his tears on his cheeks away. “tell me what happened.”

he sniffed, unbuttoning the top button to his shirt for air. “which part?”

“all of it.”

they deserve nothing. they’re merely just another peasant who’s gonna end up stabbing us in the back.

techno stared at you as you slept peacefully beside him, hand still resting on his bare chest. he swallowed, eyes clouded with darkness. he squeezed them shut to get the voices to stop.

do it now. while they’re weak, disadvantaged. one stab through the neck and we’re safe, free. alone.

techno shot up from the bed, panting and clutching a hand over his heart. he groaned, wiping the sweat off of his forehead, but to no avail - his whole body was completely covered.

he hadn’t even heard you stir awake, the only thing he’d been able to hear being the voices, murderous, merciless voices roaming his mind.

“techno, what’s wrong?” you asked, but received no response other than the loud breathing he was letting out as he heaved. “hey.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, to which he immediately flinched away from your touch, as if you’d burned him with your fingertips. he stared back at you with wide eyes, backing away from you on the bed. your slight feeling of worry turned into a feeling much worse.

“get away from me,” he panted, moving further away from you once he noticed you trying to get closer.

“techno what’s wrong? talk to me, please! I’m only trying to he-“

“please just get away from me, y/n…”

you gaped at him as he stood up from the bed, claws scraping his scalp as he held his head, facing the ground. he heaved, shoulders moving up and down to his breathing as it grew louder along with the voices. he grunted, placing a hand on the wall as if he couldn’t stand up straight.

ignoring his words, you stood from the bed too, finding his health and happiness much more important than whatever reason he had for asking you to stay away from him. your heart started beating faster, anxious about him. what was happening? why was he acting like this? you’d never seen this happen to him before, and you were too desperate to know what was going on in his head to listen to his desperate words.

you grabbed his forearm, trying to get him to turn to you, but as soon as you did, the air from your lungs left your body as he pushed you harshly against the wall. a cold feeling on your neck, and without being able to move you could feel the blade pressing into your skin, a drop of warm blood running down your neck from where the blade had broken skin. you stopped breathing, looking into his eyes as tears fell from yours. he was still heaving, eyes black and hot breath fanning your face as he showed off his tusks from his open mouth.

“I said get the fuck away from me,” he growled, eyes unrecognizable as they stared into yours. you whimpered, clenching your hand around the wrist holding the blade to your neck. your nails dug into his skin, not wanting to hurt him, but fearing that not doing so would end up getting you even more hurt. though nothing felt as painful as what you were feeling right now. this man- beast, before you was not techno. it couldn’t be…

you cried out his name, closing your eyes in fear of what would happen. and then, the pressure was removed from your neck, a shaky pair of arms embracing you as the clang of the blade hitting the floor surrounded the room.

“y/n I- the voices I can’t-“

you gasped for air, pushing him off of you with all of your power and sobbing as you looked at your lover, disbelief coursing through you. your bottom lip shook as you cried, shaky hands clinging to your own body in a way to try and cope with what just happened. blood was smeared on your neck from the cut he made with the blade, his soaked eyes widening at the sight. he huffed, heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. what had he done? the one thing he’d ever wanted to do was protect you, and now he was the one hurting you. “y/n please, I’m so sorry. something took over me I- you know that I’d never try to hurt you, right?”

he inched slightly closer to you, tears that were forming in his eyes finally falling when you backed away from him in fear. you just cried harder at his words, smearing blood on your face when you placed your hands over your eyes, sobbing into your hands. words couldn’t explain how you felt - betrayal? shock? anger? sadness? none of them felt like the right word. all you knew was that you didn’t feel good.

and neither did techno.

he backed away from you, realizing that the only way for him to make you feel at least a little bit better, safer, was if you were far away from him. far, far away.

he was out of the bedroom before you had the chance to stop him, looking up from your wet hands to see him gone along with his red cape and sword. wide-eyed, you looked around the room, contemplating wether you should go after him or not. the man you loved, your soulmate. the man who just attacked you.

techno left hooveprints in the snow as he ran, away away away. as far as his legs would let him. he didn’t know what his mind could do now without his control. he didn’t know if he was capable of keeping you safe from himself. all he knew was that he could never hurt you again. not like this.

he reached the woods, huffing out a breath as he stopped by a tree to catch his breath. the need for oxygen in his lungs blocked out the sound of loud gallops coming his way.

you spotted his blood red cape, royal colour standing out from the dull trees. “come on, Carl. we’ve gotta get him,” you mumbled to yourself and the horse you were sat on, speeding up as you entered the forest. “tech!”

turning around with wide eyes, techno’s heart sped up as he saw you there, getting off the horse with ease. he took a step back. “y/n, please, I don’t wanna hurt you again,” he pleaded, holding his hand out to prevent you from coming closer to him.

you signed sadly, heart glowing with love so powerful that you swear he could see it through your skin. unfortunately, he couldn’t. so you needed to tell him, or else you were scared you’d never see him again.

“honey, please. let’s talk about this,” you stepped closer to him, attempting to get close to him without scaring him off. he didn’t step back this time. instead, he faced the ground, ears downturned in shame. he watched a tear fall from his eye and melt into the snow below him. “I know you’d never try to hurt me, tech.”

your hand was on his cold cheek now, lifting his head up to look at you. he did, tearful and pouty. it almost made you cry. you know he didn’t mean to hurt you, you could see it. but that just left you confused with what had happened. and something told you he was just as confused.

“please,” you begged, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you.” techno closed his eyes shut at your words, giving into your touch as he melted in your arms, crying softly into your shoulder. you let your tears fall silently as well, watching as the sun started rising in the horizon as you stood embracing your broken lover in the middle of the snowy woods.

he hadn’t answered you back then. he wished he’d been different.

your eyes lit up in excitement as you spotted a green and red figure from the window despite the blaring sun shining onto the snow, blinding you. you bursted out of the door, running towards the two men wearing barely any clothes. but you didn’t care. because he was back. techno was back, after a whole month since that night.

you threw your arms around him, crashing into his body. his usual warmth surrounded you. oh, how you’d missed that warmth. you shut your eyes, trying your hardest not to cry as the piglin embraced you back, bearing the same expression on his face as you did.

phil continued walking to the cabin, muttering a small “hey y/n” and then leaving you to it.

“you’re back earlier than expected,” you said, running a finger over his spine as you took him in.

“yeah… puffy said it seemed like I was getting better faster than we’d thought. so she sent me back,” he explained, monotone yet heart pounding incredibly hard for you.

you pulled away from him, cupping his face to get a look at him. he looked… calm. better. sending him to puffy’s therapy must’ve done something by the looks of it. but of course you couldn’t know since you hadn’t talked about it yet. but all you could think of right now was how much you’d missed him.

you placed your lips on his, kissing him gently to get used to his lips again. you’d missed his kisses, his presence, him him him. he kissed back, pulling your chest against his as he soothed his thumb over your chin. he tilted his head for a deeper angle, letting his tongue run across your bottom lip. you let him in, electricity shooting through your body, leaving you with a fuzzy feeling.

he pulled away and wrapped his red cape around you, resting his chin on your head. “I missed you so much, kid.”

and the words he spoke were true. he’d missed you so much that when he left you it felt like his lungs would collapse and his blood would run dry and like his whole body was shutting down. he loved you more than he’d ever thought he’d be capable of loving anyone or anything. like you were the sole purpose of his life, the end goal. you were everything to him.

and yet he had this feeling that he shouldn’t be with you. that he should stay far away from you, like you weren’t meant to be. it was draining and it was there with him whenever he thought of you or was in your presence - this breathtaking and anxious feeling ripping the love right out of his heart.

he squeezed you to him, kissing the top of your head. you smiled into his cape. “I missed you too. so much.” 

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[nerdysleepybunny]

Not requested, but here’s some Technoblade for y’all. A mix of angst and fluff. It’s currently 1 am and I’m too tired to get any actual fics out atm so y’all can get this little thing before I go to bed. Goodnight my sleepies. 💕

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): C!Technoblade

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Mention of death

Style: Hcs

Summary: You find out that Technoblade will be dying soon. You decide to finally confess your love to him whilst spending your last moments with him.

You walked into Technoblade’s cabin, seeing him looking out the window. His cape and crown were discarded, leaving his beautiful form on full display. His hair wasn’t in its usual braid, it was fully down, framing his scarred face. The man had heard the door open, but didn’t move or look towards the sound, knowing very well who was here.

You walked next to him, staring at the same view. He had been watching the sunset. It reminded you of him.

“Y/N.” His monotone voice broke the silence. The air was tense. He could tell you were holding back tears.

“I’m dying very soon.”

“I know.” He noted how your voice broke, and when he looked down at you, he saw how watery your eyes were. You refused to look at him, knowing it would instantly break the dam. It hurt him knowing how much pain you were going through. He never knew he could have such an affect on someone. He watched with a sad expression as you wiped your eyes before turning to him, not yet looking at his face.

“Technoblade.” You grabbed one of his hands, which was a lot bigger than yours. His heart shattered as he thought back to all the times you played with his hands, tracing the lines and scars, maneuvering his fingers to form a certain shape, cracking his knuckles, playing with the jewelry, or simply just holding it. It was a habit that he’d come to enjoy and even find a comfort in. You knew he wasn’t really one for physical affection, so you showed your love in small ways. And whilst at first they were difficult to get used to, it eventually worried him if you weren’t doing the small acts you usually did.

You played around with his hand a bit, before intertwining your fingers with his and bringing your other hand to hold his near your heart. You sighed, stepping closer to Techno.

“I love you.” The words stunned him. Sure, you’ve said them before, but those were in a platonic way. He could tell that this time was different. But now wasn’t the time for him to go through a whole rant of “there’s so many other people but you love ME?” He could tell that was the last thing you needed right now. So he accepted your words.

“I love you too.” He gently unwrapped his hand from yours, moving it to cup your cheek. Your eyes finally met his red ones, tears streaming down your face. Now it was Techno who was holding back tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner..” The piglin took his other hand to cup your other cheek, holding your face still as he leaned down and placed a gentle yet loving kiss to your forehead. A silent way of telling you that it was alright.

“When I die, I’d like to meet you again. And spend the afterlife with you.” Technoblade smiled and leaned his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration.

“I’d love that.”

You spent his final moments right by his side in his bedroom, watching the sunset, then the moonrise, then the stars. He retold you Greek myths, rambled about how he was feeling, how scared he was to die, and how sad he was that he had to leave you. You listened and comforted him through the whole thing. And right before he died, he gave you one last kiss on the lips, one that was passionate and long-lasting. The tears came right back, knowing what was about to come. He shared one last “I love you” before taking his final breath. You luckily managed to say it back just before he died, seeing him smile before he went completely limp.

You stayed in his bedroom for hours, holding him close to you and sobbing until his body went cold. You hoped that it wasn’t true, hoped that he’d open his eyes and laugh at the state you were in. But no. He was gone, and he was never coming back.

You took all of his favorite and personal belongings. His crown, his cape, his sword, his axe, his book of Greek myths, and The Art of War. You gave your lover one last kiss before burying him along with all of his belongings, stabbing his sword into the ground and placing his cape and crown with it. You surround his grave with his favorite flowers and potatoes, along with a sign that said “I love you. -Y/N”

You took Technoblade’s extra cape, vowing to keep it safe and never let anything bad happen to it. It was all you had left of him. You stayed at his cabin that night, sleeping in his bed. Well, tried to. You were cuddled up in his sheets and his cape, Techno being the only thing on your mind. The feeling of his last kiss to you still burned on your lips, wishing you could feel it one last time. You cried all night in his bed, not falling asleep until the sun came up. When you awoke in the afternoon, you expected Technoblade to be there by your side, before remembering the tragic truth.

He was gone.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Honestly just knowing that Alex’s heart no longer beats, he no longer breathes, and his body is now ice cold is just super scary. The sound of heartbeats have always been comforting but after losing him I’ve realized how scary and painful death can truly be. Now whenever I hear a heartbeat I’ll probably start crying and imagine it’s Techno- Anywho, it’s officially 2 am, almost 3 am. I spent way more time on this than I thought I would lmfao. But it’s time for me to sleep. Bye bye sleepies. <33

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[blackout174]

Disregard (part two)

Technoblade x Reader

Can be inferred as platonic or romantic

Tw: Arguing, Chase, Kidnapping, Dick kicking but he deserves it, Swearing.

Part 1

You hadn't talked with Techno for weeks.

Ignoring the buzz of your communicator, the letters that had been sent by crow, hell, even when Techno had apparently gotten Niki to come bang on your door, only to be met with a 'fuck off'.

You were just so god damn angry.

I mean, how could you not be? He never listened, and you clench your fist at all the times you'd have to talk to the others around and convince them not to go and try again to put his head on a stick. And when he commits more warcrimes it's even harder.

"Y/n? Hey it's Big Q, I wanna talk to ya."

You shoot up at the sound and the nickname. You knew to be wary of Quackity.

But he knew that after Techno threatened to take his other eye he'd...

Huh.

You had forgotten about that.

You sighed and after grabbing an axe, warily made your way to the door and cracked it open a smidge.

He leans to look at you and gives a smile.

You don't smile back.

"... What do you want, Quackity?"

He sighs and then oddly enough... chuckles.

You feel your hairs sick on end and you grip your axe harder.

"What's so funny? If you just came here to laugh at me then you can go fuck yourse-"

You cut off by a green hand yanking the door open and you feel a hard kick to your stomach.

You roll and regain your bearings quickly, just in time to fucking move.

You doge Sam and bring your axe down on this shoulder.

You see sparks and hear a hiss as you throw yourself up your stairs and towards your communicator, with Sam and Quackity right on your heels.

You clicked on Technoblades icon just as Sam made it up the stairs.

You have 23 new messages!

You roll out of the way and jump the railing back onto the stairs and you curse as you feel your ankle bend in ways it shouldn't.

You select 'New Compose'.

Y/n: trap, quackery and san dont liztem sj had hgyrsxiggd

You feel Sam jump on your back and you manage to click 'send' on your comm before you turn and flail.

He drags you up with your arms behind your back and in a last attempt to flee you raise your leg up-

-and kick him in the dick.

You feel the hold on your arms go slack as Sam yells out a 'FUCK' and you grab your comm and dip, Quackity right on your heels.

You run through the trees, a birch forest as you look at your comm once more.

You have 3 new messages!

TB: What? Whats happening?

TB: Y/n?

TB: Hang in there, Phil and I are coming.

You realize with your bad ankle that you'll never outrun Quackity.

Fuck.

Shitshitshit.

Wow.

You look at your comm once more and decide to send one more message.

Might be your last.

....

Technoblade wouldn't see that message till he got to your house with Phil.

He would shout your name and feel a sense of dread as he gets no answer back.

He looks about your house and sees things knocked down and broken, and he can just about smell Sam and Quackity it here.

He feels anger.

The voices swarm with cries of vengeance.

Find her

Gouge out his eyes

Blood for the Blood God

He finds a note with a poker chick sitting on it, and he just about snaps the chip in half.

'Meet at Pandora's Vault.'

:]

He finally, finally, checks his comm and he feels his heart drop.

You have 1 new message.

His grip tightens as he vows to get you back.

Y/n: Sorry.

-----------------------------------

I lied.

No fluff, only cry.

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[yourfriendlyneighbourhoodweeb]

If you guys haven’t heard, technoblade or Alex has passed away

I wasn’t his fan from the very beginning but in covid, around one and a half year ago, I started watching minecraft and the dream smp

Techno already became my favourite

Over a year ago he posted a video titles “where I’ve been”

Technoblade usually didn’t really upload and us the fans made that an inside joke but when we heard what happened, we were shattered to our cores

Technoblade has been suffering from cancer in his right hand for over a year, in the video he had told us about how he found about his cancer

Hearing the news, many minecraft players put up a purple ribbon on their skin, I don’t play minecraft so I just put that in my usernames, it stands for cancer treatment

Then he made another update video, telling us how he’s going for physical therapy

After that he also made a vr video, said that he woukd continue the series, in the video he sound3d so much better, like his health was getting much better

Did we speak too soon?

Today in my area, at 10 o’clock morning I opened my iPad to see if stranger things’ new episodes have been released

When I suddenly saw a notification from techno, I got super excited that maybe he’s gotten better

But then

My heart sank

Shattered into too many pieces to count

As I read the title

“So long nerds”

I immediately clicked on it, forgetting about stranger things.

We were met by techno’s dad and his dog floof.

He told us that technoblade had passed away. At 10 o’clock in the morning, I felt hot steamy salty tears run down my cheeks as I gripped my iPad, hoping it was all a sick joke

That randomly we would hear techno saying “TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIESSS” or “CANCER, IF YOU WISH TO DEFEAT ME, TRAIN FOR ANOTHER 800 YEARSSS” but that never happened

Techno had left a last message for us fans

His real name was Alex, which he greatly trolled us with “Dave”, he wanted us to live long and happy lives

And he told us something we never had heard from him, but we always knew that in our hearts

“I love you guys”

His dad’s voice cracked and he also cried

Telling us about how much techno was struggling to write these words for us.

I and millions of fans, his loved ones, family, friends all miss him dearly

He was an inspiration for millions of kids in the world.

For me, his humour stood above all, he himself for me stood above all

I always had his potato war series in my downloads, cause I knew that if I was ever really sad then his videos will definitely make me laugh when no body else can

I don’t have words to describe how I feel

My condolences goes to his family and friends, who lost him as Alex

We lost him as a legend, a god, an awesome human being, and as technoblade

Maybe only Alex has left us, technoblade will always be remembered in our hearts, he will always be part of our good memories, where I would stay up till 2 just to watch his streams because of different time zones

And now I’m here crying, literally sobbing as I write this, I haven’t been feelings very well but today when I heard about what happened, I sobbed hard.

I remember feeling so excited when I would always hear “startin the streammmm”, it brought me joy and comfort which I am really realising today.

I’m sure many others have too

“Blood for the blood god”

“If you wish to defeat me, train for another 300 years”

“Damce potato boy, DANCEE”

“I dropped out of college because minecraft was the only thing I had the intellectual capacity for”

“Welcome home thesuius”

“My chats is bullying me”

He truly didn’t deserve to go

At age 23, he had so much to live for

But even in those years, he made the best of them

I will never forget you king

Your iconic moments and quotes are forever drilled into our hearts

We love you too

Rest in peace king

Rest easy

o7

🎗💜

Fuck cancer!

“Technoblade never dies”

Technoblade truly will never die

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[amyelevenn]

lost cause

PARING: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

SUMMARY: Dream cashes in his favour to Techno - kill you.

WARNINGS: heavy angst, implied one sided love

A/N: one of my fave fics, hope you enjoy :))

1.2k words - M.LIST

Water sprinkled down from the greying atmosphere above, no bright blue skies in sight. There wasn’t an overwhelming amount of people out today, which was quite understandable given the light drizzle and absence of the sun. A gloomy day for a gloomy mission.

Today Dream had finally cashed in his favour to Technoblade. He had set a relatively easy mission for the piglin brute; Dream just needed Techno to take someone out for him.

The biggest issue Technoblade had was that it was you of all people. He – along with everyone else – hadn’t heard from you since you left and retired, and although he would never admit it, he was worried for you. the voices had managed to convince him you were already dead, but when Dream handed him your coords, he knew you may as well be.

Techno considered for a moment whether knocking on the door would be appropriate, considering he was here for your head after all. But before he could decide for himself, the door swung open.

There you stood, appearing rather dishevelled. You must’ve grown out your hair whether you noticed or not, but Techno knew it was longer than he had ever seen it. You had rather uncomplimentary dark circles dragging under your eyes, your usually fair complexion paler and sallow. You had seemingly lost some weight, skin clinging harshly to your muscles and bones.

The hybrid and his chat quickly decided that retirement was not a good look on you.

“Techno,” you say, appearing slightly out of breath, “what are you doing here?”

For a split second, the piglin felt… guilty? “I’m here to kill you.”

Your tired expression didn’t waver. “Ah,” you sigh, “that’s pretty sucky.”

Techno pulls his axe from his inventory, standing tall to appear as intimidating as possible. Chat are beginning to get riled up, excited for the upcoming bloodshed.

“Well, before you…y’know, would you like a cup of tea? Freshly brewed,” you offer.

Techno (and his chat) falter. Tea? They understood what we said, right?

“Eh, why not,” Techno replies.

You send him a soft smile, and scamper off to your kitchen. He lets himself in, closing the front door rather gently behind him. Putting his ‘Orphan Obliterator’ back in his inventory, he takes his damp cloak off and hangs it on the coat rack, then follows the sound of brewing through the house.

Within under a minute you are handing him a mug of steaming liquid, directing him towards the two comfiest chairs that face the wide window that overlooks the lake. You sit in the one beside the couch, leaving Techno to sit opposite to you and next to a crafting table.

Techno is about to ask what type of tea it is, but you stop him. “Mint,” you fondly smile, “I know it helps calm the voices. Plus it’s all I have.” He couldn’t help but notice the underlying gravel and hoarseness in you voice, it becoming rapidly apparent you hadn’t spoken this much in a long while.

“Thank you,” he mutters, taking his first sip.

“How’s your father? I haven’t spoken to him in a while,” you chuckle.

Techno doesn’t wish to talk about his father right now, but given that you are quite literally sitting in a room with your successor, he decides to indulge you. “Phil is doin’ alright,” Techno nods.

“Ah that’s good to hear. And your brothers? How are they?”

Techno snorts. “Dead and exiled.”

“Oh…” you reply, taken slightly aback. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be joining one soon,” you dryly chuckle, a weak attempt at humour. Techno doesn’t laugh.

For a while you both sit and sip in silence, the only noise the calming patter of the steadily increasing rain.

Techno is halfway through his cup when you pipe up again. “Y’know, I have been in love with you for longer than I can remember,” you admit.

The brute stiffens, stunned at the sudden confession. A haunting idea dawned on him, but at the same time you spoke again. “You’re probably thinking that I’m telling this so you will spare my life-” that’s exactly what we think! “-but I promise I’m not. I… you don’t have to say anything. I just thought you should know.”

Technoblade nods in acknowledgement, but keeps his lips shut tight in fear of letting slip something he vowed no one would ever know.

The pair of you fall back into a partly-tense, partly-not silence. The rain is much heavier now, water lashing at the sealed window. You can hear the unforgiving winds whistling through the tree leaves, sure to leave a mess in its wake.

“Looks like a rainstorm,” the piglin mutters, distracted in the same way as you. Right then a loud crack of thunder echoes throughout the clearing and your home, which makes you smile gently.

“Thunderstorm,” you correct. He scoffs quietly at your comment. “Dream send you?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

You sigh quietly. “Dream came over yesterday- or a few days ago, I’ve lost track of time again- and told me to start counting down my days, because the blood god was coming for me.”

Techno hates the fact that the plain exhaustion and underlying hurt makes his heart ache. “If you knew why’d you ask?”

“I wanted you to decide how this was going to go. I also wanted to know if you were going to lie or be outright, like you were.”

He stares at you for a moment, unblinking, trying to decipher your expression. After a while he realises you aren’t lying, just simply wanting whatever he does. He pushes down the shame and regret, blocking out his emotions for the time being.

“How are the voices doing?”

“They’re fine,” Techno mumbles, not giving it any second thought.

“How are they now?”

He thinks for a moment, noticing their momentary dullness from both the tea and the violence of the raging storm. “Quiet.”

You hum softly, wrapping your arms around yourself for a bit of warmth.

Techno places his mug on the coffee table and shuffled to the fireplace, making quick work of lighting a radiating fire. Before you can thank him, he left the room to presumably grab his coat to dry in front of the fire. But when the front door squeaks open and slams shut, a part of you can’t help but feel sad now that the man you loved so deeply had left you yet again.

You don’t have the energy to get up and follow him, so you curl into yourself more. Your eyes begin to droop, but not before a single tears rolls down your cheek. Sleep washes over you before you can stop it, and you know you will be out for a while.

Techno comes back, saturated, an arms full of newly chopped wood at his disposal. He sets it next to the fireplace when he sees you resting in an uncomfortable position, and moves to lift you onto the couch. After he gently lays you down, he finds a thick blanket and covers your body, effectively stopping your fragile body dying from hypothermia.

He leaves a note for you when you wake, which simply reads:

Dream thinks you’re dead. Let’s keep it that way.

I’ll be back.

Take care of yourself.

-T

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[ficwriterwastakenalt]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a platonic C!Technoblade x male reader? Like maybe the reader is a mentor to him.one day the voices are really bad and whilst they are training techno hurts the reader really bad. Philza was watching and went to help the reader after techno ran away. He kinda isolates himself for awhile. Then like a week or so later the reader hunts him down to say it was alright or something. Angst to fluff- sorry for such a long request ^ ^”””

:D AHHHHHHHH I LOVE YOU the request wasnt long at all it actually helps if i get longer request! Tw: Violence

Mentor

"Deep Breath Techno, connect with the dirt, connect with the grass, the air, and yourself," Yn murmured as he inhaled the chilly air. When Techno didn't respond, Yn opened his e/c eyes and peered over. Technoblade was standing there with his back to him, and Yn could tell that he was tense. "You won't get any better at controlling them if you don't at least try," Yn added as he stepped towards the piglin hybrid.

"Techno?" Yn asked as he put his hand on Techno's shoulder. As he pushed around Techno's bulkier form, Yn's eyes narrowed. Techno's eyes were tightly shut, and his hands were curled into balls as if he were suffering from a headache.

Techno's red eyes stared deeply into Yn's e/c ones as Yn reached out to touch his face, but his wrist was quickly caught, causing Yn to stumble back slightly. "Techno, please let go," Yn yelled. Techno then pushed Yn to the ground and jumped onto him, raising his hand and slashing Yn across the face.

"Techno Mate!"  Phil yelled in the background. Yn felt their head beginning to feel dizzy and saw that everything around them was spinning. All Yn could hear as Technoblade's weight suddenly vanished was Phil's shouting in the distance and Techno's foot pounding on the ground. When Yn turned his head, he saw the piglin running from him.

---- im so sorry i couldn’t finish this but i’ve been so busy and un motivated with everything i’ll try my best to pick this back up and finish it in the future

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[wibblewubble]

SBI X Spider Hybrid Reader Part Two

Warning: Non-con touching (eg pinning person to wall without permission), Mentally Ill character from trauma, lots of angst, I mean a LOT, hurt/comfort, breakdowns, misunderstanding, fluff, swearing, injured character

Y/N's hair stands up on their arms as they sit in the bed Phil let them stay in until they're well enough to leave, orange eyes flicking towards the bedroom door that's slightly open.

It's one in the morning.

A pair of eyes gleam through the crack, looking curiously back at them. The spider hybrid brings their knees up to their chest, spindly legs raising up to curl over their shoulders, ready to defend against the stranger, feeling frightened. The person chuckles amusedly, before the door slowly creaks open. A young man moves into the room, as silent as a phantom, going and standing at the foot of their bed.

His eyes are fiery red, skin pale like he hasn't seen sun in a while. Fluffy brown hair falls over one of his eyes, covering the bronze framed circle glasses resting on his nose.

A dark brown trenchcoat sweeps down to just above his ankles, and when he starts walking slowly up to Y/N it makes a quiet swishing sound as he walks, along with the tapping of tall laced black boots. Other than the tattered clothes, he looks attractive. Y/N is wary of the male until he starts speaking.

"Hello there, little spider. You must be Tommy's friend."

It feels like their mind melts like ice-cream on a hot day, all caution slipping away. He smiles as their legs lower slowly, eyes shining in the dim light. "How interesting you are, my dear." he continues, sitting down next to them on the bed. Something in the back of Y/N's head screams not to trust him, but the thought is swept away unconsciously.

"My name's Wilbur, I'm Phil's biological son. What's yours?"

His voice is as languid and sweet as fresh honey, sticky and gripping. Wilbur tilts his head, falling silent, waiting for the spider hybrid to answer. Y/N just stares back with cloudy thoughts and a blank expression, unable to talk, unable to comprehend the words spoken.

He sighs.

Quicker than lightning, the male reaches out and grabs their jaw, tilting their head up to look into his unusual eyes. Those eyes flash with annoyance, before crinkling in fake care. "Your name, little spider?" His tone sharpens. Y/N shakes their head, snapping back to reality and quickly replying "Sorry, it's Y/N mister." Wilbur hums as they comply, mouth curling into a smirk.

"Good pet." He says softly, sending shivers up the hybrid's spine.

Y/N squeaks when the male's long, thin fingers curl around their wrist before pinning it against the wall behind them. His gaze shifts into something unusual; how a predator would look tracking its prey and playing with it. His body is suddenly moving, and Y/N's heart starts thumping as Wilbur picks them up without permission and pins the rest of their body against the cool wall. Their eyes grow wide when he laughs softly in a maniacal tone, and he presses uncomfortably close.

"E-Excuse me, I don't like this." The spider hybrid whimpers, shaking when Wilbur ignores them and buries his face into their small neck, making them yelp in fear. "H-Hey! I said sto-" A hand slaps over their mouth to silence them as he takes a deep breath in, shuddering and letting out a soft groan. Y/N stresses, their breathing starting to uneven as the unstable male traps them. "Who knew a little spider could smell so interesting?" Wilbur says with a gravelly undertone, smirking against their skin as they whine fearfully under his fingertips, trying to squirm away.

The door is thrown open hard.

"Get back Wilbur. NOW." Wilbur drops the hybrid to the bed and scrambles off it, genuine fear flashing across his face as Technoblade backs him into the corner of the room, a low snarling rumbling his throat. Y/N watches the pig pin him to the wall menacingly and grab the collar of his trenchcoat, the spider hybrid starting to calm down again. "You're a sick bastard Will," He growls, red eyes glittering with rage as he sticks his face into the others.

"I know your mental state has slipped since Sally, but that is no excuse to go and push yourself on someone, much less a young and vulnerable hybrid. I don't want to see you here for the rest of the week, or until you get a grip on your feelings and sort yourself out, otherwise the voices won't be happy."

Wilbur's pupils appear to be mismatched with panic, his back pressed against the wall. His face is ashen, drawing in gasping breaths as Technoblade stares right into his eyes with a terrifying ferocity. This makes Y/N feel better about him. He had no reason to protect them, yet he's treating them like a little sibling. Their fear of the pig hybrid was fading fast.

"I'll say this only once." Techno snarls. "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE. RUN AS FAR AS YOU CAN, AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU'RE SORTED OUT."

As soon as his collar is released, Wilbur becomes a blur of frantic movement, tripping over his feet and clutching his head as he bolts out the door, Y/N catching his tortured expression on his way out. There's little sound in the room for a moment, aside from their own fast breathing slowing. The pig warrior rolls his shoulders, letting out a growling sigh before he turns to the small hybrid, his red eyes filling with concern and a surprising softness. Y/N watches as he slowly and hesitantly walks over to them, crouching at the side of the bed, bringing his face to their level. They gaze into his eyes, watching as his snout wrinkles, his crown covered with rubies and gold glimmering in the moonlight filtering in from the curtains.

"...Are you alright Y/N?" His voice is impossibly quiet.

They nod, spindly legs folding; one pair in their lap and the other against their back. Y/N says softly, "Thank you Technoblade. He made me feel really icky. Is he always like that?" He makes a peculiar face and says, "It depends. On some days he's silent and spends his days plucking at his guitar and lying on the grass outside, watching the world go by with this dazed expression. Other times, he's not entirely sane."

The pig hybrid huffs and rubs his face, exhaustion seeping into his features. "Those are the bad days. He constantly mutters to himself, his emotions fire rapidly, he acts creepily towards anyone he interacts with and once or twice Phil's caught him messing with matches and TNT. Phil gets so stressed about him."

Y/N frowns.

"What happened to him? I heard you mention someone called Sally." They hesitantly reach out to put a small hand on Techno's that was tracing shapes into the duvet. His hand freezes, before his fingers curl around theirs, rubbing gently. "She was his partner, a salmon hybrid. They loved each other a lot, but a year ago she disappeared, leaving a note on his pillow. It didn't explain much, only really saying that she wasn't coming back. Wilbur absolutely lost it. He locked himself in his room and screamed and cried for hours. When he finally came out, his eyes had turned crimson and he was wearing that stupid trenchcoat. He wasn't our Wilbur anymore. He wasn't right."

They shiver in fear. "He said he was Phil's biological son. Are you and Tommy adopted?" Techno nods. "Phil found me badly injured while him and Will were walking in the forest. I'd been fighting a horde of creepers and didn't have any potions or food left over. I was twelve, and Wilbur was nine. Three years later, Phil brought home a toddler Tommy whose parents had died from a zombie attack. He doesn't remember them." Y/N yawns, exhausted, and Techno goes to stand up and leave when they hold his hand tighter .He looks down at the hybrid in surprise. "Please stay with me tonight?" They ask, looking down. "I'll feel safer."

He thinks for a while before nodding. "Okay little one. Just give me a second alright?" He pulls away and removes his cape, Y/N watching him fold it neatly and put it against the wall, leaving him in a white button up and billowy black pants. Techno unclips gold jewelry from his hair and arms and places them on the bedside table before carefully taking off his beautiful crown as well. He then kneels and unlaces his tall heeled brown boots. Upon taking them off, Y/N stifles a laugh at his pig feet, caught off guard.

Techno looks up at them, the hint of a smile curling his lip.

The pig hybrid rises and goes to the edge of the bed, saying, "Shove over little one." They do so, and Techno slips into their bed beside them. Y/N finds themself drawn to his warmth, and so they settle against his chest, letting out a pleased sigh. At first, he didn't know where to put his arms, but eventually he ends up resting them protectively over the smaller hybrid. They both fall asleep quickly.

"TECHNO?!"

He wakes with a start, instinctively holding his arms over Y/N as he spins to face the possible attacker, which turns out to be Phil. His father is shocked standing in the doorway, blue eyes falling on the little spider hybrid sleeping soundly beside Techno. "What the fuck are you doing in here mate?" Phil says, gesturing to Y/N.

"Do they know you were sleeping next to them?" Technoblade rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, staying next to Y/N since they're gripping onto the bottom of his shirt. "Of course Y/N knows I'm here. They wanted me to stay after Wilbur got too touchy."

Phil's heart drops. "HE WHAT."

His eldest nods gravely. "Had the little one up against the wall and everything, face in their neck last night. I just happened to be up because of, you know-" He gestures to his head, "-when I heard Y/N's muffled cries in the hallway, so I burst in and had a very good chat with Will. He's not going to be here for a bit.

"Philza pales considerably, and has to lean against the wall, head spinning. "Oh my fucking god, Wilbur..." He whispers, shaking his head. "I didn't realise he was having another episode, otherwise I would have had Tommy stay with Y/N somewhere else." He groans, bringing a hand to his head. "I have no idea how to help him. I think I need help from some friends in high places to find the solution." Technoblade casts him an empathetic glance when suddenly Y/N starts to stir.

He looks down to see them blinking slowly, spider legs stretching out. "Good morning little one," Techno says quietly, giving them a rare smile when the little hybrid looks up and beams at him. "Good morning!" Phil looks between the two and puts on a smile, saying to Techno, "We'll talk later," before walking out the room.

(A week later)

Wilbur stumbles through the snow, shivering like mad, his long and ripped trenchcoat doing nothing to help ease the burning cold. His teeth are chattering, mind scrambled and numb but fixed. It's been a hellish week for him, having fled the house in the middle of the night and in a state of panic bolted for as long as he could, tripping over rocks and smacking into trees until he found a cave to hide in, appropriately blocking it off and filling it with torches.

A week full of crying and thinking, self-loathing and disgust, of anger and paranoia and so, so much screaming, Technoblade's words snapping something in him.

It had been heavily draining. He'd finally woken up out of his insanity at the end of the week, fingers raw and nails broken from clawing at the walls. He'd taken a deep breath and shakily got to his feet, head clear for the first time in a VERY long time, finally breaking through the stone to face the world. Now, he feels numb and half-dead as he shakily takes one step after another, pain flashing through him as the arrow a skeleton shot at him lodged in his hip grazes against bone with every step. Wilbur's face is streaked with dried tears, heavy regret lodged in his stomach like the arrow.

Snowflakes stick to his clothes and hair, melting down his skin like blazing rivers. Finally, he sees the lanterns of his family's house appear through the flakes of snow. He keeps moving, taking one step after the other, the promise of warmth drawing closer and closer.

As he reaches the fence of their land and passes it, Wilbur sees the front door open. Phil steps out, his face full of absolute horror.

"WILL!"

Wilbur stumbles and collapses to his knees, dead tired, and through his blurry vision he sees his dad sprint towards him. In an instant, Wilbur is yanked forwards and held tightly to Phil's chest like he was when he was little as the older man screams for the others to come help. The exhausted male huffs out a pained laugh, limbs heavy and cold as he half lays in the snow. "N-Nice to k-know you sti-il care en-n-nough to hold m-me Phil," he says brokenly, smiling at Phil who brushes some frosted hair away from his face, expression filled with panic. Techno and Tommy rush to the door, their expressions both of stupefied shock at their brother's frozen and tattered form, before they run into the snow and help grab Wilbur, the trio carrying him quickly into the warmth of the house.

Y/N watches from their spot on the armchair where they're curled up with some hot chocolate with shock as their friends (who were starting to seem very close to being family) lay Wilbur's exhausted form on the long couch on the other side of the room; Phil lying on the floor next to his face and yelling out orders to Techno and Tommy as they run out of the room. The spider hybrid looks at Wilbur's barely conscious face, and their heart twists at how frail and damaged he looked compared to the horrible human they encountered before.

Phil startles and has to hold him down as Wilbur suddenly springs up and thrashes, saying with a cracked but excited voice, "I finally fixed myself! Phil, I did it! Now you don't have to worry about me! I won't hurt anyone now!" Tommy runs in with an armful of blankets, and together they hold him down and cover him with the thick fabrics, Y/N reeling with surprise when they hear the freezing male say quickly as he starts to fall unconscious,

"Please, I don't want them to be scared of me. I don't want Y/N to be scared. I feel so, so horrible for, for..."

His voice trails off as he finally succumbs and falls limp on the couch, Tommy and Phil letting out relieved sighs as Techno whirls into the room with Phil's satchel of potions and other supplies. The winged man takes it and instantly sets to work, running through his different potions and choosing the ones he needed. "There's an a-arrow in his leg Phil," Tommy stutters out, eyes wide. Phil pulls the blanket away and winces at the bony arrow poking deep into the flesh of his hip. The winged man works well into the night, carefully removing the arrow and wrapping the leg up, before Phil starts giving him many different splash potions since Wilbur was unconscious and couldn't drink.

Finally, he leans back with a sigh, done. Before he leaves Wilbur alone to rest he takes off his filthy trenchcoat, leaving the skinny male in a loose yellow sweater and long dark brown pants. "He's going to be fine now guys." Phil says, mainly to his sons and not Y/N. "He just needs to sleep. Now, one of us should keep an eye on him tonight in case anything changes. Techn-" "I'll do it." All three look at the spider hybrid curled up in the armchair with surprise and caution. "Y/N, are you sure?" Tommy questions them, and they nod, looking over at his sleeping older brother.

"I don't think he could hurt me, much less anyone in this state. I'll be fine guys."

Reluctantly, the three leave Y/N alone with their injured family member, and the spider hybrid settles in the chair, orange eyes glowing dully as they begin their watch. It's a few hours later before, upon finishing brewing a mug of hot chocolate in the kitchen overlooking the lounge room, that Y/N sees Wilbur's lanky form shift on the couch slightly. They walk over and sit back on their chair, drink in hand, and watch the male slowly bury his hands in his hair, groaning quietly. The spider hybrid cautiously creeps forward and lies on the floor where Phil had sat, brushing back some tangled fluffy hair from his face. Eyes squint and flutter open, and to Y/N's surprise they're the colour of burnt caramel. They're unfocused at first but he adjusts to everything slowly, his face paling as Y/N comes into focus, their orange eyes gleaming in the dim lights.

Wilbur groggily pushes himself up so his head rests on the pillows as his eyes fill with pain and guilt. "I'm not going to ask you to forgive me, Y/N." he says quietly, voice low and coarse with the cold and mistreatment he's put it through. He puts a hand to his head and winces as he feels his hair is matted and oily. The spider hybrid stares at him silently, their face unreadable as they raise the mug of hot chocolate to him. Wilbur shakes his head and whispers, "No thank you, maybe later."

He suddenly puts his hands to his face and inhales shakily, bringing his knees to his chest. "I-I'm so fucking sorry. I haven't been in my right mind for a very long time." His words are laced with emotion, and Y/N sees his eyes spilling with tears when he looks up at them, his face crumpling as his body starts to shake. He lets out a sob as he says, "I never meant to cause you distress. Y-Y-You're so u-undeserving of what I tried to do to you! I can barely remember what I've done, but I know I tried to...fucking disgusting, I'M fucking disgusting!" He buries his head into his knees and starts crying harder, not focusing on Y/N putting down the mug and shuffling closer. Wilbur flinches when they gently put a hand on his shoulder. The broken male hesitantly looks over his arms at them, brown eyes filled with self-loathing. In an extremely surprising act of forgiveness, the spider hybrid leans in and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek, before pulling away and whispering,

"It's alright Wilbur. Even though I'll have some habits of flinching away and getting defensive, I know you never meant to hurt me, you're not person you were before. Come here."

Wilbur stares for a moment when the other opens all their pairs of arms, before his face crumples and he gives Y/N a wobbly smile, eyes glistening. He leans forward and they embrace, the male turning his head away from Y/N to not bring back feelings of what he did before, sighing shakily. The spider hybrid feels his lanky form relax slightly, but only for a moment.

"WILBUR."

Tommy's snarl is shockingly loud as he suddenly appears in the doorway and sees his brother hugging his friend. He doesn't realise Wilbur is his regular self, so the skinny teen is already bolting across the room and pulling Y/N away from him, before shoving his older brother into the couch. "GET THE FUCK AWAY, YOU FUCKING CREEP!" Tommy growls harshly, eyes icy and glinting until he realises Wilbur's trembling. It dawns on him when Wilbur hides his face in his hands as he lets out a whimpering sob, curling into the couch and trying to cower away from Tommy. "T-Tommy stop, please! I know I was horrible, but I promise I-I'm better! Please get o-off me! Get off of me..."

The older brother breaks down again as he pushes the teen's hands on him away, crying out loudly when he scrambles off the couch to escape towards the door and lands hard in his injured hip, sending a strong jarring pain through him.

"Wilbur!"

Phil and Techno hurry into the room at the commotion, the bird hybrid going over to his son and lifting him onto the couch again before wrapping him in a hug and pinning him to the furniture. Wilbur yells, lashing out to try and escape, to not be anywhere near his family since they obviously hate him, they hate him he doesn't even need to be there why would they even want him back anyway- "LET ME GO! PLEASE, I'LL LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE NOW, I KNOW YOU HATE ME PLEASE-" Tommy brings a hand to his mouth, realising his bad mistake as Y/N stands up next to him and clicks anxiously. Tommy takes a step forward and reaches to Wilbur.

"Wilby, I'm sorry I said-oh fuck. I-I didn't see-"

"YOU'RE RIGHT THOUGH!" His brother sobs, desperately trying to push Phil away, who starts making soft whistles to try and calm him.

:p

Thanks for reading, there's just one last smaller part of this left, and then the story is done. Don't worry, it's a happy ending. If you like the story, please give me a follow and I'll be sure to post some more things like this, including different profiles on various AU's I want to do at some point.

Once again, thanks for reading, and if you wanna give me some advice don't be afraid to comment 😋

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[blueyescape]

It doesn’t feel like home anymore

July 10 2023 edit: omfg my old dsmp phase practice writing ☠️

January 26th 2024 edit: I might rewrite this deadass

[NAME] = Y/N or Reader

TW/CW: Gun mention, mention of a shooting, blood, violence & Death

How long has it been since that terrible trial? Or that shooting at the store? Was it 6, 12 weeks ago? no one knew anymore nor did they care it was something they would just want to forget, forget more then anything on what happened on that dreadful Saturday.

It was a normal Saturday and like always Tommy and [NAME] went to go get snacks at the local store near their house, it was an every Saturday thing where they would just get candy and Chips from the store with Phil’s permission and techno and Wilbur’s preferences of what they wanted

So like every Saturday they went and got whatever snacks everybody wanted a scream was heard and an old lady fell onto the ground a person in a grey hoodie took off with her purse and of course [NAME] being [NAME] Put their stuff down and urged Tommy to come with them to get the purse back for the old lady, Tommy hesitated but went with them just to keep them safe, what big brother would he be if couldn’t protect his little sibling? He wasn’t able too though, the man pulled out a gun before Tommy could grab them.

It wasn’t a nice sight at all not in the slightest, worried screams, shouts and people calling the police could be heard but Tommy could care less all he heard was his little siblings scared sobs on how their stomach hurts and how they didn’t want to die, there was blood everywhere on his hands, his clothes and the ground it the stench of dread filled his noise and his face held such a mortified expression as his sibling drew their last breath within his arms.

Scream mixed sobs where what people heard and saw as Tommy was being forcefully dragged away from his siblings body by the police while some of them went searching for the perpetrator of the crime, he sat there in the back of a ambulance with his siblings body as he rode to the hospital with strangers, tears streamed down his face as he stared at his hands which were now cleaned but he could never get that image out of his head when they were covered in [NAMES] blood.

It wasn’t until an hour in the hospital waiting room when Phil, Techno and Wilbur showed up after getting a call from the police, they all tried getting answers on what happened from the blonde boy but he wouldn’t speak nor did he even move it was like he was in a trance it wasn’t until a doctor with a sad expression came out of the room [NAME] was “resting” in before breaking the news.

“I’m sorry for your loss, They lost to much blood for us to do anything.”

Everything was silent for a moment before sobs and yells of agony could be heard all over from the hospital that day.

Their funeral was a week after they had died and everything felt so unreal and numbing they were gone and nothing could be done about it Tommy could still vividly remember how it was, how everyone acted it was so terrible he wanted to throw up so badly but couldn’t at the same time, Phil was crying his eyes out even while being comforted by Puffy, Wilbur was holding Tommy so tight that day in fear he might disappear or die like [NAME] did and Techno was just quiet, so so eerily quiet but Tommy had known his older brother long enough to see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he clenched his fists and that was enough to send Tommy into a fit of crying, he couldn’t handle it, it was his fault all of it was his fault he could’ve stopped them he could’ve done something to stop them but in the end he didn’t, couldn’t save them, so he sat there and cried with his two older brothers and father, mourning their little sibling.

Next thing they all knew it was the trial, the police had him they had found the man behind the crime and it was so satisfying seeing the asshole get 25 years in prison, sure Tommy wanted him to get more but this was justice to him and his family and when the court asked the man if he wanted to say anything nobody even imagined his next choice of words “to the father of the child I shot and killed, maybe next time don’t send your dumb children out on there own maybe then they wouldn’t die” To say Tommy had never seen his dad so angry to an extent would be a lie right now, his dad was cursing and screaming, he even tried to fist fight with the dude so the judge had to order both men escorted out no so farther issues would happen. 

It was gloomy after the court trial,

very gloomy Phil wasn’t the same as he was anymore only talking to Tommy and his brothers when they needed help with homework or just making dinner and Tommy knew why, what that man said messed Phil up and he believed it, that it was his fault like Tommy did but it was that man’s fault not there’s!…..Right? Techno and Wilbur also had some changes to them they were much more protective after what happened having to know where he was going, who he was with and trying to be his backbone of support when he would cry and scream about the nightmares he’d have about the shooting. Everything sucked and there was nothing no one could do about it, because once a home becomes broken It doesn’t feel like home anymore.

#hurt/no comfort #mcyt x reader #x reader #gender neutral #angst #Tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #child death #sbi x reader #philza #dsmp x reader #tommyinnit x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #philza x reader #in a platonic way #no shipping

[ax-y10]

I Overheard (That She Was Nineteen)

Chapter 1 (Next)

Meaning of the song:

A/n: I wrote this at 2am don't blame my sleepy ass brain. I'm going to try to get chapters out as quick as possible for everyone. This isn't the best of my writing, but don't blame my 2am brain.

Chapter info: Mentions of a harsh family (reader), Mentions of yelling, an alcoholic biological father, small detail of a poor biological family, hardly anything to worry about, lowercase intentional

Pronouns: Mainly You/Yours, mentions of They/Them

Playlist:

Masterlist: Series Masterlist:

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you'd gone out for a while with a few of your friends, wanting to get out of your shitty family home for a bit, and catching a ride from one of your friends. little did you know that you would end up at a house in the snow and no way of finding yourself back at home.

you'd always struggled with your family. they never got along with you a and you never got along with them. they would blame you for things you never did and you would disappear for hours without them having a clue where you went. and doing this always meant you getting grounded for weeks on end, the easiest the punishments being used on a seemingly harmless doing. your dad was an alcoholic, always had been, and there was no way of changing his actions. your family was quite poor and you'd never had a problem with bullying, because you picked up work for a friend and gained your own money and bought your own things, so no one ever knew about the insides of your family.

and now you had found a rather tall man, a mop of curly brown hair stuck underneath a red beanie, chocolate brown eyes, a faded yellow sweater and a pair of black jeans. you could only guess he came from the family everyone in town talks about.

the sbi home. no one knew what ever happened there, but what was told, was always positive, leading people to believe they were a caring family. and that's what you thought at the moment.

the man had walked you to your home, dropped you off, and had invited you over to his family home for lunch the next day. but his experience wouldn't go unnoticed by his family at all.

"i overheard that they were nineteen. she's got a fake id and a nose ring," he'd spoke at the dinner table that night, and everyone seemed to agree that you were an absolutely amazing human being.

you'd arrived for lunch the next day, and who you assumed was the father opened the front door, holding his arm out behind him and letting you in. and this was the first glance you got inside the home.

it was fairly nice. the kitchen had an array of white and grey tiling throughout it, the living room had a wonderful beige carpet laid down and the dining room, in which you were currently standing, had a beautiful wooden floor. you couldn't help but relish in the coziness of this home.

over the period of lunch with the family, you'd learnt that the name of the man who had walked you home yesterday was william, or wilbur as he preferred. his younger brother who, on first glance, always wore a baseball tee, and had blonde hair in a similar style to wilbur's, was tommy, or theseus, as the eldest brother, techno, calls him. and techno, to you he was the nicest of the bunch. he had dusty pink hair, braided and perfected by his mother, or father, you didn't really know. he wore a cape and had an assortment of rings placed upon his fingers. techno was much more inviting to you than many of the others were. the fathers name was phil, or philza as his children called him. he had hair similar to techno's, just not as long, and more of a blonde. he wore a green and white striped bucket hat, and had a cape similar to techno's, but green. now you could see where techno got his sense of style from. and their mother, who's name you learnt was kristin from the brothers, wore a large, black hat, with a lace trimming. she wore a stunning black dress that fit her frame perfectly, and she looked like she was crafted from the heavens above. phil was a lucky man.

at the table, they had learnt that your family life was shitty, and was not the best for you. you had expressed this the best you could without getting emotional, only a few tears slipping down your face. the stories of the parents adopting one of tommy's friends, tubbo, or toby, was getting your hopes up far too high. but they'd decided that you would be a nice addition, as you got along really well with them, and had a sort of sibling connection with them already.

you were ecstatic to say the least, and phil had walked home with you to help pack your stuff and bring it back. the extent of your packing were a few necessities such as clothes, toiletries, and a few others. you wanted to leave as much behind as possible, as to not be reminded of such a time with your family, and you knew you would most likely be able to have more stuff there at the sbi home.

you unpacked fairly quickly, and learnt you had to share a room with techno, him having an extra bed and a larger space to fit two people. you were so delighted to find that out, already having the strongest bond with techno at this point in time. and it seemed he was happy as well. you'd already established territories with techno, and you'd brought a folding barrier so you could have privacy when doing stuff on your own.

and later on that night, everyone decided to throw a bit of smoke into the night to welcome you. they learnt more about you and you learnt plenty about them.

wilbur plays the guitar and is a musician at this point in time, tommy has a very close bond with tubbo, and has low blood pressure, and techno is an earlybird, which won't clash with either of your schedules.

and you got let in on a joke.

phil had sex with a samsung refrigerator and had his sons with it. wilbur had sex with a salmon and had a fox son named fundy, who you had yet to meet. and techno had voices who rattled his brain throughout everyday.

and as you fell asleep that night, techno having read his greek mythology book to lull you to sleep, you heard faint yelling, not sure in which tone.

#wilbur soot #dream smp #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #kristin #canon #not canon #x reader #reader #tubbo #sbi #angst #sbi angst

[v0idl1nq]

I've talked about it with some people I know and it's been decided, Technoblade and MCYT has been removed from my fandom list.

For Technoblade it's pretty obvious why, writing fanfiction about someone who has passed is wrong to me. It's just that writing about him feels wrong to me, It would be like I'd be disrespecting him in everyway despite it being his DSMP character.

For MCYT, after talking with some friends on what I should do it was decided that I separate myself from the fandom/community. I might select some MCYT's that are comfortable with fanfiction, but if I do it would all be platonic.

I love writing any sort of fanfiction, but right now? writing MCYT fanfiction for me seems forced, it has no effort which is why I hate it. I'm not a fan of my writing when it has no effort put into it, so I'll be stopping and deleting any requests with MCYT or Technoblade.

#technoblade #mcyt angst #mcyt fluff #mcyt reader insert #mcyt x male reader #mcyt x male reader angst #mcyt x reader #mcyt x reader angst #mcyt x sibling!reader #mcyt x you #yandere mcyt #yandere mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #wilbur mcyt #tommy mcyt #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fandom #mcytblr

[squishycheekanon]

Vampire!Techno x reader

I look like her

Warnings: 18+, blood, death, compulsion.

“Are you kidding! You know exactly what doppelgänger means.” You frown looking at Dylan with exasperation in your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me to begin with? I would’ve stayed the night.” He says shaking his head, annoyance underling the worry in his tone.

“I didn’t think you’d believe me.” You sighed rubbing your hands down your face.

“Well I do. And there’s no way I’m letting you stay here alone.” That won’t do.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” You scoff secretly hoping that he stays, you’d feel safer. You didn’t sleep at all last nice, kept the light on at all times and the door locked.

“Doesn’t matter, if there’s some creep in the walls of this place I’m not letting you stay here alone. We both watched The Boy together.” He says his voice getting higher pitched.

“Dylan.” You warn.

“And don’t give me all that Brahms is hot bullshit.” He points at you wiggling his eyebrows looking with fake disgust.

“He built.” You joked singing the 6 foot tall and super strong tune, managing to forgot the creepiness for a couple of seconds.

Dylan shakes his head with a small grin “Here.” He hands you his car keys, “go and get some food for us and I’ll make up a bed in one of the rooms.” He smiles softly waiting for you to take the keys, which you do.

Your fingers tap against the steering wheel almost hoping to transfer all your worries to the circular object. You shouldn’t have left him there alone if there was something, someone in the walls it was probably the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. You knew from the moment you left that you shouldn’t have.

After grabbing dinner you sped back to the manor trying your hardest to convince yourself that everything’s fine. But that reassurance didn’t last for long when you opened the door.

An ear piercing scream burns your lungs at what you find. Dylan unconscious on the floor, his body drowned in a pool of blood dripping from his neck.

“I didn’t like him.”

He looked so unremorseful it made you sick. This stunning, tall man dressed in what looked to be a slightly baggy white dress shirt from a different time, black slacks and expensive shoes. His face so sharp and so pale, the deep red eyes pierced your soul.

Wait. Red eyes.

“Y-You.”

“Y-You.” He mimicked with a chuckle, his slender figure circling yours. Like a predator circles their prey.

Your face contorts with a fury you haven’t ever felt before. It bubbles so deep within you that you think it’s going to make you explode. Before you can even open your mouth, the man whooshed in front of you, one hand on the back of your neck the other wrapped around the front.

The words disappear from your throat as he squeezes, his face getting closer with yours little by little until he inhales so sharply you see his nostrils flare. A deep husky hum emanates from his chest, it rumbles through you bringing your body buzzing to life.

His eyes flutter close eyelashes sitting prettily against his pale cheekbones and a second passes before those blood red eyes are back on you. Examining every inch of you. Your frozen in place when they meet your gaze, like something is stopping you from moving.

“You will forget who Dylan is and forget what happened to him. You will have no memory of him at all.” His pupils dilate with each syllable that drips from his plump lips.

Then the words pour out before you can stop them, “I will forget who Dylan is and forget what happened to him. I will have no memory of him at all.”

You have to blink a few times but for some reason you feel lighter, like a heavy weight had been lifted off of your chest leaving behind a gorgeous looking man in front of you.

“Don’t scream or try to run.” He says and you nod, you don’t mean to but you do. Your feet moving to follow him when he goes upstairs, “I used to live here.” He starts as if you asked, “this was my home during the Georgian era. It was rather beautiful, filled with lavish parties and beautiful dames. It was rather magnificent to be rich during those times.” He scoffs cockily.

He leads you into the master bedroom, your whole body freezes when he turns to face you. “Then I died,” your frown harder than you already had been, “well was killed.” He chuckles lightly as if it was a joke.

You want to say something but those words don’t form, the sentence is all jumbled. “They succeeded obviously, and the house was abandoned until your grandfather purchased it in the sixties. Ah the swinging sixties.” He smiles at the few memories drifting through his head.

“Then something happened, it was truly strange. You grandfather married someone, she was beautiful and kind. Her smile could light up an entire room. She was-“ his eyes turned dark, “she died. Vampire hunters got to her right after I turned her.” His hands squeeze together forming fists his anger swirling around the room.

You don’t notice it but your breathing had stopped, you couldn’t seemed to get enough air into your lungs. Was that your grandma? Vampire? Is she the lady in the picture.

“Breathe Sosia.” He orders and automatically you gulp down deep bubbles of air. “Good girl.” His lips pull into a small smile before it disappears, “Five years pass of your grandfather alone, until he meets your grandmother. She was a strong woman. I liked her. She too died. Rather sad, but your grandfather was left with your mother.”

You desperately want to ask how he knows all this, but you feel you already know. “And that’s all I’ll tell you for today.” He smirks at your unconscious pout moving toward you, his cold hand cups your cheek gently. “Now little one, off to bed with you.” He winks disappearing to clean up the body downstairs.

You instantly unwillingly obey, your mind reeling at all the new information buzzing around your head. You make your way to the bathroom and get yourself ready for bed.

Something, maybe a loophole somewhere allows you to pause outside of the dusty dark room. Your eyes finding the picture hanging on the wall, you notice something you hadn’t before.

Even though her face had been slashed you could still make out her eyes and lips, a little bit of her chin. The familiarity makes your breath hitch, a thud downstairs has you running into your room.

“I look like her.” The gasp slips from your lips in disbelief, you two looked exactly alike. That’s when it clicked, like a puzzle finally being finished. “Sosia.” Another thud downstairs, “doppelgänger.”

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[wimbledonsoot]

s1 - the fall

THE FALL

(title inspired by sad-ist's animation - link here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbYL474rAdg)

summary

you're a mentally ill college student who needs friends and has powers, congratulations!

trigger warnings

violence, blood, gore, abuse, torture, lime, romance

main relationships (r = romantic, p = platonic)

r!technoblade x reader p!philza x reader p!dream x reader p!wilbur x reader p!tommy x reader

total wordcount

tba

lore posts

y/n's powers

*please note that these dates are the PLANNED dates for the chapters to be released and that they will also be released on wattpad and ao3

episode 1 - champagne problems

you meet up with your best friend and decide on a theme for your shared english project. later, your cover as a superhero is blown during a fight with a certain set of vigilantes.

episode 2 - mornings

as the hero council arrives, you're told to 'take a little time for yourself'. but when you witness a murder on your way back from school, you can't just let things be.

episode 3 - a tale of two blood gods

following the butcher incident, you try to go about your day as per usual. but when dream - accompanied by an entourage of vigilantes you've up until recently known as your enemies - comes knocking at your door, you've got little choice but to follow.

episode 4 - i'm like a racoon in a garage

the plot begins to thicken as you enter the masquerade held by Mr. Jacobs in disguise and try to discover exactly what you need to know to incriminate him. as you attempt to interrogate him however, you see something that makes solving this near-impossible case even more difficult.

episode 5 - for the first time in foreevvvveeerrrr

episode 6 - evenings

episode 7 - i crave validation

episode 8 - morons all around

episode 9 - oof, feelings

episode 10 - welp, guess he's a sadist

extra:

reader is nonbinary, uses they/them pronouns

#dsmp x reader #technoblade x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dwt x reader #dream imagine #dsmp imagine #technoblade imagine #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #haha #im evil #angst #fluff #hurt comfort #sounds like a crackfic #but isnt #lol #inspired by tens of thousands of superhero aus #inspired by #tommyinnits clinic for supervillains #'The Fall' Series

[victoria1676]

Preview of a tribute -w-

Honestly i have mixed feelings of making this but hopefully this makes everyone enjoy it despite its not good but yeah here’s a bit a of a preview of the one-shot and this one is reader’s pov

I have so many regrets.

Why?

Usually, I have been told that I am usually the chaotic calm sister or player to everyone.

It does sound right since I am mostly very calm until you get the taste of my chaotic personality and my thirst for blood yet there are times I catch people off guard when I start acting like a big sister.

However, I failed many times to be a sister figure to everyone.

Why?

“STOP WORRYING ABOUT US WHEN YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT L’MANBURG?! WHY DID YOU EVEN AGREE TO JOIN WHEN YOU COULD STAY IN THAT SERVER OF PEOPLE WHO TAUGHT YOU TO BUILD SHIT!!” Wilbur exclaimed angrily but you also see how tired he is.

I failed to understand my twin brother Wilbur and lost him after he forced dad to kill him.

"STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD WHEN I DON'T NEED TO BE PAMPERED NOT WHEN YOU WEREN'T THERE TO STOP ME FROM BEING EXILE ESPECIALLY I NEEDED YOU TO HELP ME BUT YOU WEREN'T" Tommy glared at you who looked shocked, "YOU ALWAYS GO TO TECHNO! SO WHY DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE! AT LEAST DREAM WAS THERE FOR ME!"

I wasn't there to stop Tommy from being exiled by Tubbo and Dream. My little brother looked at me with hatred just like how Wilbur looked at me back in Pogtopia.

If…I didn't accept joining Hermitcraft and actually joined the day before L'manburg came in the Dream SMP, would I still be a good sister to my brothers?

Would I still understand Wilbur's pain and why he loved L'manburg so much that he wouldn't say that he didn't need me and only wanted Techno?

Would I still convince Tubbo not to listen to Dream's manipulation and try to stop them by not exiling my brother as I try to vouch and give evidence that my brother is innocent of burning down George's hobbit home?

Would I…Still, have my brothers again?..

"They will be fine since you know those boys can take care of them" Philza patted your head, "They are not children anymore so…Don't keep worrying for them always okay?"

Back then I sometimes thought that dad doesn't show that he cares for my two brothers or rather he always knew or trusted that the boys can handle themselves without him and he wanted me to at least trust my brothers that they can be okay without me.

So I trusted him.

Yet it still made Wilbur and Tommy angry at me.

It hurts to see them angry at me but then again…

It's also my fault, right?

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I can’t show much so have this preview :3

#sagau #genshin impact self aware #genshin self aware #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #genshin impact #genshin self aware au #self aware au #genshin impact x dream smp crossover #sagau dsmp reader #angst #MCYT angst #technoblade angst #Dsmp angst #dream smp angst

[blackout174]

"I Trusted You."

Technoblade x Reader Angst.

Can be inferred as platonic or romantic.

Tw: angst, blood, injury, mentions of death, betrayal, unhappy ending.

You stood in the rubble of your former home, your ears still ringing from the explosions and the awful shrieks of withers can be heard in the distance.

You stood staring at the man that you just now, just fucking now, realized had used you.

His broad shoulders that used to be of comfort are now engulfed in the dark metal that shimmers with enchantments.

You honestly thought that if someone you loved, someone you thought loved you, had ever hurt you, especially on this level, you would feel anger or grief as soon as you found out, fucking something.

You feel cold.

And you vaguely realize that you still can't believe he did this, you want to say it isn't so and once he turns around it won't be that same goddamn face. The same face wearing that goddamn skull-

Technoblade turns to face you and you feel that last hope stutter and die.

You feel tears well up past the prior apathy you felt and feels the hot boiling anger rise in your throat-

"I told you so."

You blinked furiously and wiped your eyes at your former friend's words.

"What did you-"

"I told you."

You look at him with a mixture of shock, disgust, grief and fury all in one.

"...What are you talking about?"

Your tone comes out more desperate that you wanted, more broken and grief stricken.

He stares at you for a moment and you seen the blood and soot coating every aspect or the man you once thought gentle beyond comparison.

He's a monster.

How could he-

His walks towards you with one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other relaxed by his side.

Relaxed.

This was normal for him.

He stops in front of you and you clench your teeth when you look past the empty eyeholes in his mask to see the crimson eyes looking bored.

Those eyes finally focus on you and the hand by his side reaches out to touch your cheek-

-you smack the hand away and take a step back.

"You told me fucking what! What?"

You words have more venom than anticipated, anger that you felt finally bubbling over and out as you gritted your teeth and harshly grab him by the scruff of his shirt.

He tensed a bit at that, and this hand tightened around the hilt of his blade, but otherwise he didn't move, only peering down at you, almost curiously.

"I told you that I'd hurt you."

You let out a cry, a mix of anguish and anger and banged on his chest.

It didn't hurt him, you both knew that even if you tried it would do nothing.

"I trusted you."

"Well then you can't exactly blame me, can you? It was your mistake."

You let go and stumble away from him.

"Fuck you."

You spat out the weak words and he merely shrugged.

You turned you back and began to walk off, only getting a few steps away before your arm was grabbed.

You yank it away, and he lets you.

"What."

He's quiet for a moment, thinking over his words.

"You're injured, c'mon, I can patch you up-"

You barked out a laugh, and you laughed for a moment, it hurting to do so.

"You hypocrite! You effectively call me an idiot and then try to help me? You're a monster! Just go!"

You're yelling now and he turns his head away, and you see his jaw tighten as his hand reaches out towards you.

"I wish I had never fucking met you! You used me to get into the city, months of trust built outside the walls, bringing you gifts and shit!"

Your voice trembled and broke.

"You never cared about me! You just thought of me as a tool! A means to a end! And now you're trying to 'help me'? Fuck off, I don't need you, or anyone for that matter!"

He stares at you and a pained look had formed on his face- and you hated it because it makesyouhopeheactuallycared-

"Are you even sorry for what you did?"

"... I- it wasn't.....--- I'm sorry this hurt you, but I'm not sorry for what I did."

He stepped towards you, reaching for you.

"Bullshit."

It came out as a quiet hiss, and Techno would be lying if he said it didn't hurt.

He remembers meeting you outside the large stone walls protecting the city, and he originally did only see you as a means to a end.

But he found himself enjoying your presence, feeling your smaller arms wrap around his large waist, bringing him pretty gold trinkets or some homemade pastries, sometimes even bringing him some local treat that only the city had.

He found himself truly listening to your small rants and complaints, about how a neighbor would always let her chickens trample you vegetables, or how you grumbled about how you had to wait till nearly mid-day for the sun to get over the walls.

He found himself returning the hugs, resting his head on yours, and letting out little piglin chuffs at the thought of you.

He found himself telling you stories and bringing gifts of his own, watching proudly as you happily accepted them with an excited 'thank you'.

He found himself genuinely caring about you.

He knew he shouldn't, and when he realized he cared, it scared him.

You both were in a field, and you were making a flower crown out of daisies and dandelions.

"....Why are you so nice to me? I've.... hurt a lot of people."

You stopped for a second to peer up at him, curiously, and then you softly, so so softly, smiled at him and crawled over and cupped his face in your hand.

"Because I trust you. I care about you."

He stares at you for a moment.

"... You shouldn't, I'll only hurt you."

"No, you won't. You try to hide it, but you really are gentle. You are capable of hurt, but you are more capable of kindness."

You smile gently at him.

"I believe in you."

...

"It's not, I never meant to hurt you like this. You shouldn't have trusted me, but I--.... I-... It..."

He falters.

"Can you forgive me? Or at least let me help you? Stay with me."

You look at him, and he feels a small shimmer of hope.

That you'd forgive him.

That you'd be willing to stay, be willing to go back with him, away from the withers and fire and let him patch you up like you would him.

That you would fall into him and let your gentle arms wrap around him in a caring embrace.

That he could take you on Carl to the arctic and make you a winter cape, gold in color, and you'd laugh with him and you could meet Phil and Ranboo and Niki and Steve.

That you would stay.

That you'd stay his friend.

And maybe....-

-"Go to hell, Techno."

And you walked away as the man behind you fell to his knees.

And you both desperately regretted everything.

And wished for each other back.

#dream smp #technoblade #c!techno #platonic or romantic #technoblade angst #technoblade x reader #unhappy ending #betrayel

[helloclouita]

Angst(?) One shot of Technoblade- "Never Dies"

You were cuddling with your Piglin Husband, Technoblade. With him laying his head on top of your Chest and his arms wrapped around you waist tightly as your left arm is wrapped around his neck while the other is soothing his Pink Hair softly and gently.

"Techno..?" You said hummingly to him. "Yes my Dove?" He snuggled closely to you even more.

"Will you ever Leave me?" You asked opening you eyes and looked at his Red eyes as he lifted his head up from your Chest.

"Of course I won't.. Why would you think that?, you're pregnant with our Baby?". He continued and rubbed your Belly through the cloth of the T-shirt you borrowed from Techno.

"I don't know.. I just thought about the War and stuff and I'm worried that one day you won't return at our Door"

You said as small tears fell down from your Cheeks, for only Techno to wipe them away with his thumb.

"I would never leave you.. Especially when we just found out you were Pregnant" He said.

He got up from his position carefully to not hurt the baby, and prepped himself in front of your Face. And gave you a Kiss.

Even if this wasn't your Guys first kiss you still were nervous kissing him. It was like magic you could ever dream of.

You could hear closely of Techno's happy pig noise that made you chuckle into the Deep kiss.

"Mommy! Mommy wake up!"

Your eyes shot up where your Son Tucker was shaking you awake.

You lifted him up to your lap and started stroking his pink hair like your Passed husband.

"Mommy! It's 1 am now! Let's light up daddy's candle" the 7 year old said happily.

You checked the clock and he was correct. "Of course let's go Tuck" you said carried him in your arms.

Bringing the Candles in a Basket you Both arrived at Technoblade's Grave.

"Here" you gave your Son a Candle as he placed to the side and putted some flowers he had spotted earlier.

"Mummy.. I thought you said Technoblade never dies.. "

You were a little surprised by his words but said, "Everyone dies eventually my Dear.."

You said coldly.

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End sorry if it's short I just thought of this in my head

#technoblr #technoblade #mcyt x reader #dsmpblr #short story #angst prompt #not a request #fuck cancer #never dies