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Dream Smp Reacting to a Witch!Hybrid Part 2

Pronouns: They/them

Includes: Schlatt, Technoblade, Tubbo (PLATONIC), Ranboo (PLATONIC)

Warnings: Slight angst if you squint (Schlatt and Ranboo)

A/N: Y'ALL I NEARLY CRIED WHEN I CHECKED THE MORNING AFTER I POSTED THE FIRST PART (/hj). I was not expecting to get as much notes as I did, I'm so happy that people are enjoying what I'm writing!

Also, I am writing Schlatt from the Manburg v. Pogtopia war and Techno, Tubbo, and Ranboo from the current (season 3 I think lol) time in the streams. Sorry that Ranboo's headcanon is a little short 😅.

Once again, feedback is always welcome! Whether it's a reblog with some constructive criticism or a private message, I'd appreciate anything I could get. And if you don't feel like saying anything that's okay, too!

(NOT MY GIF)

Schlatt

It was a pretty bad day for you

While searching for supplies, you were captured by Manburg forces

On the way to a holding cell, you and the captors (which were Quackity and Fundy) were brought to a stop by a tall ram hybrid

He snarled at the two men and they quickly let you go before walking away

He rolled his eyes at the sight of the other hybrid

"What were you doing near the walls?"

"I was gathering supplies for a potion-"

"Are you good at making potions?"

"I mean I'm part witch so I'm decent."

He hummed and crossed his arms

"Snarky, rebellious, and a hybrid? You must be after my own heart."

He looked you up and down before smirking

Y'all know what smirk I'm talking about

"How about this: you work for me and I'll give you protection throughout my nation and all the resources you could ask for."

After that day, you reluctantly worked for him, often sending him glares whenever you thought he wasnt looking

"Look at that asshole, I bet he gives good hugs. >:( "

You and Schlatt are literally the dictionary definition of the enemies to lovers trope

You guys are either at each other's throats or shamelessly making heart eye

When he's making sure everyone is being productive, he always stays a little while longer

Schlatt will legit spend the day with you so he could "examine your effectiveness during work"

Totally not flirting with you and pulling you close to him whenever you so much as looked at him

Schlatt totally keeps at least 20 potions you made in his office

Not really because he's using them, but because he just likes to be reminded of you

But if anyone asks him he'll get incredibly defensive and say that they are for professional reasons

Absolutely not because he has a big fat crush on you

He tells you corny shit all the time

"Hey, Y/n, I need you to turn someone into a frog."

"Is everyday Halloween for you?"

"I'll give you 30 bucks if you can fly away on that broomstick."

He may take a long time to admit it but loves you so much

Technoblade

Phil introduced you to one another

You and Phil had been friends for a while before he introduced you to each other

You were dropping off some potions for him in the Antarctic Empire when a piglin walked in the door

The blonde smiled and walked towards his friend

"Oh hey, Techno! How was the nether?"

The piglin huffed and started to walk away before Phil put a hand on his shoulder

"We have a guest, this is Y/n."

You smiled and gave a small wave

"It's nice to meet you!"

Techno only grunted and walked to a separate room

The witch hybrid frowned before Phil laid a small hand on their shoulder

"Don't worry about him, Y/n, he's not very welcoming to strangers."

From then on, it was your mission to get him to like you

For weeks you spent making elaborate potions to try to win over some of the piglin's attention but to seemingly no avail

He would just look at the potion for a few seconds, grunt, and walk away

That was until the snowstorm

Out of nowhere, a snowstorm pummeled through the Antarctic Empire

Technoblade found you in the snow and took you inside the house, laying you next to the fire

After a few hours, you slowly opened your eyes

Where am I?

Why was it so warm?

Was I kidnapped on the way to see Phil?

"You were passed out in the snow."

You quickly sat up, thinking he had read your mind as he grabbed a potion

He walked over to you, offering the glass

"It's one of the health potions you made me. Please, drink up."

"You actually kept those?"

He nodded, moving to a seperate chair

"They are... actually pretty useful."

After a few minutes of warming up and awkward silence, you spoke up with a small smile

"Thank you, Techno."

The next couple of weeks were spent giving each other small acts of affection

You'd give him more potions and he'd spend more time with you

He claimed that he was just "protecting you in case of another storm" but we all know that man is soft for you

He likes using both his own and potions he gets from you

He's confident in his ability to brew potions but he finds the fact that it is a product of your doing to be comforting

Techno did everything in his power to keep you away from violence, but it usually didn't work

Even though he cared about your safety more than anything else, he needed your expertise in case he or his allirs were to get hurt

But he still needs at least an hour to hold you afterwards, mumbling about how worried he was for you and how he loves and appreciates that you do this for him

Tubbo

You were the best potion brewer on the SMP

Late for a therapy appointment and need to get there ASAP without it lasting for a long time? You make a potion of swiftness that will last for 45 seconds

Super stressed for an exam you have tomorrow? How lucky it is that you make a potion of fixation so you can study hard for a few hours

Everyone came to you for potions of all, whether is was simple or incredibly specific

And that's how you met Tubbo

He knew about your reputation as the best witch on the server and he was in dire need of a potion

This is why he stood at your door with his very tired child sniffling in his arms

"Hey, I know it's late but do you have something that could help my son? He has this cold and won't sleep because of a cough. I really just need him to feel better and-"

"Oh I can try to help with that! Just give me a few minutes to make sure the potion is safe for him."

He nodded and followed you back inside

You led him to sit on a small couch with the baby zombie piglin and walked towards your brewing stand

After a few minutes, you smiled and sat next to Tubbo

"I usually don't make potions for children, but this should be the right dosage for your son."

He let out a sigh of relief and gently took the potion

"Thank you so much, is there anyway I can repay you?"

"No payment necessary! I'm just happy to help your son."

Tubbo looked taken aback but suddenly smirked at you

"We should capitalize on this >:) ."

The next few days were spent at Snowchester, learning how to start your own business from Tubbo

You quickly became friends with him

After starting your business, you made regular trips to Snowchester

Sometimes it was to drop potions off for clients, other times it was to cause absolute chaos with your best friend

Whether that be selling powerful potions or pulling pranks on anyone in sight

One of your favorite pranks was when you and him gave Tommy a potion of emense strength and when he went to give Quackity a pat on the back he sent him flying out the window

Luckily he was able to fall into water but the sight of the usually charismatic and stoic casino man screaming like a toddler at Tommy for trying to kill him

Of course both of you explained what happened through wheezes and watched as the two turned tomato red

"That wasn't funny at all-"

"It was hilarious!"

"It was kind of funny, Big Q."

"You children don't get to speak."

"It was a little amusing..."

"BRUH-"

You and Tubbo are a chaotic force of nature in a very good way

Ranboo

Let's be honest

You meet the enderman hybrid through Tubbo

The poor boy is too awkward and busy taking care of his son to be making a lot of acquaintances

So building off of how you met his husband, you were probably introduced to each other soon after meeting Tubbo

You meet him when you go to check on Michael after his visit

Tubbo introduces you, of course

"Ranboo, this is Y/n! They are the witch that helped Michael feel better."

And he honestly didn't need to hear anything else before determining that he liked you

After all, you helped one of the most important people in his life, so you must be a good person!

Once you started visiting Snowchester more, the two of you became close friends!

You found the hybrid incredibly interesting

He would always be happy for you to test new potions on him, too

You enjoyed the challenge of figuring out what ingredients would be most effective for his genetics, while Ranboo was happy to be helping a friend and learning a bit along the way

He absolutely gets all of his potions from you

You are one of the few people that not only have the skill to make quality potions, but to also know what would work for the hybrid's body

You two are one of the more calmer friends

Rather than pulling off pranks or causing chaos, you guys mostly just walk around the server and talk about what's going on

Your friendship is wholesome af

the prologue [a tale as old as time]

cast away from society, long since forgotten and cursed to a land as frozen over as his heart.

the only indication of the man he was once laid upon a large tapestry he’d long since torn to shreds, it’s remains scattered in a room he occasionally ventures, just to be reminded of the pain and suffering he’s endured.

the consequences for a shallow man fueled by the adoration of his people, the very people he thought of as nothing more than the dirt under his boot.

he spent his days reading, as the grand library was one of the few rooms still intact after the curse spread across his once lively kingdom. other times he spent in the greenhouse, where the only thing that he could maintain and cultivate were measly potatoes.

the rest of his time was spent brooding, or reflecting on his past life. sometimes, if he tried hard enough, he could remember the intricate details that lined the corridors he’d carelessly pass by on his daily endeavors. the small roses that could be found engraved into the pristine wooden frames.

oh how ironic he found it that they had been roses, as it was the very petals of a rose counting down his last chances at redemption.

he wondered if he could go back, if he would have done things differently. the man he once was was cruel, selfish. would he even believe himself had he been given the chance?

alas, the only way to come back from the beast he’d become was to have someone fall in love with the man underneath the snout and tusks. sadly, it was a lost cause.

for who could ever fall in love with a beast?

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chapter 1 [a tale as old as time]

chapter 1: a cursed kingdom

“i want adventure in the great wide somewhere! i want it more than i can tell!” - belle

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a simple village life. that’s all you’d ever known.

everyday you walked the same paths, saw the same faces, ate the same food, read the same books. it was a never-ending cycle, almost as though you were secondary characters playing out their minimal roles in a story while the main characters lived out the adventures.

unlike the rest of the villagers, being a secondary character was not sufficient for you.

you craved more. you didn’t want to be just another number in the village, waiting for someone to come solve your problems and be your knight-in-shining-armour. you wanted to be a hero. the dragon slayer, or the retriever of stolen goods: someone a kingdom would celebrate and raise on their shoulders.

you wanted to be something special.

however, despite your wildest imaginations and the strain in your heart, you were nothing more than what you feared; a simple villager. another number, just like all the rest. there were no dragons to be slain, no thefts to be returned to their rightful owners, and damsels in distress waiting with bated breath for someone to save them were nowhere to be found.

unless you knew where to look.

you pushed open the hefty door, feeling a wave of euphoria wash over you as you stepped inside. this was the one place in the village that didn’t make you feel so small, so alone. it was a safehaven of sorts. an escape from reality.

as always, you greeted the librarian kindly before making your way to the shelves upon shelves of awaiting opportunities, each offering its own path at your desired heroics.

“what will it be today, y/n?” the old librarian asked, curiously. you shrugged, allowing your finger to run swiftly along the spines of the old, worn down books before closing your eyes and gently plucking one from the shelf. he peered over curiously, smiling fondly. “ah, romeo and juliet. a classic.”

you smiled brightly, tugging the book closely to your chest and spinning in a small circle dramatically. “oh, isn’t it lovely? the tale of star crossed lovers, fighting against all odds to be together? oh, what i would give for a love like theirs.” you sighed dreamily, the librarian laughing lightly at your antics.

“well, according to the town gossip, you have a mighty fine admirer who would adore your love and attention.” he teased, and you visibly rolled your eyes.

“you couldn’t possibly mean quackity.” you scoffed, “he is an egotistical streetrat that cares about nothing more than his appearance! he only ‘wants’ me because i don’t want him.” the librarian hummed in response, chuckling softly.

quackity was notorious in your quaint little village. he was the kind of person that everyone either wanted to be, or wanted to marry. save for you, of course. being upfront, you found him absolutely insufferable, and his ego was far too large to grasp that anyone could ‘resist his boyish charm’, as he put it. thus, his mission to gain your attention and wed you began.

you of course, would never stoop to the low that was him. not for any amount of books in the world.

“whatever you say, y/n.” he shook his head slowly, a playful expression adorning his features. “enjoy your reading, and make sure you pass on my hello to your old man!”

you agreed, thanking the librarian once more before walking back out onto the pebbled roads. on your journey home, you waved to the numerous villagers you passed, ignoring the judgemental stares they bestowed upon you.

you knew they didn’t approve of your free-spirited ways. in their minds, everyone had their roles to play. you simply didn’t play the role you were given, and in turn you became an outcast, a stranger. you tried not to pay them any mind, because you were happy with your lifestyle. the only issue you had was because of your father.

philza was highly respected in your small village. though he kept to himself most often, the people found him quite endearing, and pitied him for the loss of his wife and the struggles that came with raising a child on his own.

and although he assured you time and time again that you could never be a disappointment, you couldn’t help but imagine how much easier life would’ve been on him had you been like everyone else and followed the path that had been expected of you.

it was a constant internal war, the tugging in your heart begging you to pursue your desires, versus the overwhelming need to care for and stay with your father.

you always chose the latter, but realistically if you’d chosen otherwise, where would you even go?

-

technoblade wandered the familiar corridors, his mind off somewhere far from his own head. he did this often, allowing himself a chance to breathe without the rage that resonated inside of him bubbling over.

one would think he was lonely in the impossibly large building he called a home, but to him, it could not have been any smaller. years and years of listening to his once human staff beg him to leave to the outside, to find someone who could love him. someone to break the curse he brought upon them all.

he was never lonely. the only emotion he seemed to feel was anger, especially now. they were upon the last few petals that would seal their fates permanently. he had so much searing anger, he didn’t know what to do with it all. he was mad at the witch, for cursing them. he was mad at the world for fearing him.

but mostly, he was mad at himself, for being so wretched, he doomed the only people who ever cared for him to a fate worse than death.

his leisurely strolls gave him a sense of freedom, away from the talking teacups, dancing feather dusters and self-playing pianos. his time away from his friends was the only time he could pretend to not be aware of the fate they all awaited. pretend that he was just an average prince wandering about his castle.

techno’s ears perked, hearing the sound of heavy footsteps echoing through the mostly abandoned building. he snarled, his serenity broken and his suppressed anger returning with a fiery burn. he swiftly made his way to the banister overlooking the main entrance hall, careful to remain hidden from the eyes of the intruder.

“hello?” they called out. lurking in the shadows, technoblade watched as a shivering old man with a strange hat stumbled into his abode, abruptly and without welcome. “i’ve just come to escape the cold. i’ll be gone shortly!” his voice bounced off the chipped walls, receiving no response other than the echo of his own voice.

techno was livid. if there’s one thing he wasn’t fond of, it was ignorant humans. they served as a reminder of what he once was, and what he would never be again. how dare this man enter his home and be so blatantly rude?

all technoblade saw was red as he watched the old man situate himself in front of the fireplace. easily pulling an axe off the wall, he swung it over his shoulders, sneaking his way down to where the intruder stood.

stepping up behind him, techno snarled once more, catching the old man’s attention. he turned, slowly, and let out a scream. he instantly began to back away, and with each step backwards, techno took one forward. “you- you’re a…” the intruder stuttered, and techno bared his teeth, menacingly.

“a beast.” he whispered, a wicked smile on his face. he cackled, watching as the man in front of him trembled in fear. he was once again reminded of the reason he had isolated himself for all those years.

his expression darkened, thoughts ablaze as he hit the man with the knob of his axe, easily knocking him out. throwing the unconscious male over his shoulder, he ignored the stares of his transfigured peers and proceeded towards the dungeons, keen on having the traveller pay for his intrusion.

the last remaining bit of humanity he had tore at his subconscious, begging for him to reconsider. he simply brushed it off, however. all he did was act the role he was given. he was, after all, a monster.

and thanks to his curse, that’s all he would ever be.

-

you were hanging your freshly washed clothing, humming along a small tune as you did so. you performed a small intricate dance, wringing the delicate cloth and doing a small spin towards the wire, stringing it up and swaying back towards the pile to repeat the task.

a loud galloping sound brought you back down to earth, your head shooting in the direction of the sound. your eyes widened as you recognized the horse barrelling in your direction. “carl?” you muttered, rushing over. in spotting you, carl slowed, but thrashed and whined, worrying you instantly.

you ran a hand over his mane, worryingly searching behind him. “where’s father? carl, where is he?” you asked in a panic, only receiving a whine in return. a sinking feeling arose in your chest, expecting the worst. “take me to him.” you swiftly mounted the steed, holding tight as he took off in the direction he came.

you watched as the village came to an end, a never-before-seen landscape encasing your frontal and peripheral vision. an unexplainable rush of freedom and relief flooded you instantly upon feeling the change from the harsh cobblestone to soft dirt under carl’s hooves.

under better circumstances, you probably would’ve basked in the undeniable happiness and excitement threatening to spill out at the view of the new terrain before you. unfortunately, you hadn’t had the luxury of enjoying your first venture away from the village.

you had one thing on your mind, and that was saving your father.

you held tightly to carl's reins, eyes barely dancing over the foreign land as you passed. you soaked in as much of the greenery you could, and nearly gasped when you noticed what lay ahead.

as though separated by a drawn line, breaking off from the beautiful summer fields sat a forest that sent a wave of unease rushing through you. spiked branches stuck out from frozen trunks, a blanket of freshly fallen snow littering the ground.

you tugged on the reins as you approached, slowing to a walk as you entered the frozen-over area. passing from the summer to winter season sent a chill up your spine, both from the cold and from the nerves you felt in that moment.

up ahead, you noticed your father’s cart tipped over, its contents spilled haphazardly into the snow. you approached slowly, trying to be mindful of where carl stepped. it proved difficult, however, with the sudden harsh wind nipping at your bare skin. you were forced to squint to make out your surroundings, vaguely aware of the solid icicles hanging menacingly from above where you stood.

as another chill ran down your spine, you decided you shouldn’t dwell much longer, desperate to find some warmth and hopefully, your father. you urged carl to move forward cautiously. glancing ahead, your eyes widened as you took in the sight in front of you.

you entered a large clearing, the remnants of what looked to have been a gorgeous hedge garden. what still stood of the once lively hedges were wilted to a dull grey, covered completely in heavy layers of frost and ice. that wasn’t what caught your attention, however.

a little ways away, stood an exquisite castle that looked as though it had been long since abandoned. bits and pieces of the pristine exterior were cracked, missing, or simply looked as though they’d crumble under your body weight. still, there was no denying the beauty in its structure.

a sinking feeling washed over you as you proceeded along the grounds of the frozen kingdom, a lingering sense that something terrible had to have happened here. you wondered what.

whatever it was, you figured it must’ve been pretty bad, considering you were sure no one in the village knew this castle existed at all.

there was a tugging in your chest as you approached the breathtaking building that towered over your small figure. it was almost as though the building itself was calling to you in a way, like it was begging you to step foot inside.

you brushed it off as a mixture of excitement and your imagination.

pushing open the door, you gratefully rushed inside. you sighed in the sudden warmth, rubbing your arms frantically in hopes of warming yourself. you glanced around, taking in the enchanting sight before you. intricately carved pillars, cream coloured walls and a variety of strange looking trinkets littered the room.

you were broken out of your entrancement when the sound of cries broke through the eerie silence that filled the castle. you perked up, instantly recognizing the voice as your father’s. you followed the sound without question, your thoughts clouded and all sense of judgment out the door upon hearing the panic in his voice.

“father?” you called, your smile brightening as he came into view. “father! what happened? oh thank goodness you’re alright.” you squatted in front of him, eyes dancing over his face in search of severe injuries or anything of the sort.

“y/n?” he choked, forcing himself awake with harsh blinks. “y/n!” he suddenly jumped, though he looked anything but happy to see you. “you need to leave. now. before he sees you.” he whispered, urgently. you frowned, shaking your head.

“before who sees me? nevermind, it doesn’t matter. i won’t leave you. that’s nonsense!” you assured, eyes searching for anything to assist you in breaking your father free from the jail bars between you.

“you don’t understand, y/n. he’s not a man. he’s a-” philza tried, but you shushed him, waving him off. “he’s dangerous, y/n!” he raised his voice in frustration, and you finally looked at him, seriously.

“if he’s as dangerous as you say, i’m certainly not leaving you here with him.” you scoffed, continuing your search. you expected another retort, but received a dark chuckle instead.

“how noble of you.” a monotone voice hummed, stepping out from the shadows. you whirled around, determination set on your expression as you glanced at the outline of the mysterious man.

“let my father go.” you threatened, and his captor only laughed, humorlessly.

“your father,” he paused, emphasizing sarcasm on the word, “trespassed on my property uninvited. which, may i point out, you have also done.” he replied, nonchalantly. “i suggest you run along back home before i decide to make you cell mates with your dear-old-dad for the rest of your lives.”

turning on his heel, the mysterious man began to walk away, and in the heat of the moment, you did the only logical thing your brain could muster. “take me instead.” you rushed, catching the male’s attention.

“pardon me?” he turned, his voice filled with amusement. you felt your blood boil at his cockiness, scowling.

“you heard me. take me, let my father go free.” you stated, boldly. your father protested, but you simply ignored his presence for the time being.

“you clearly don’t know what you’re dealing with, child.” he shook his head, his devilish smirk barely visible through the darkness.

“i’m not a child!” you defended, and as he laughed at your response, you offered a smirk of your own, “show me what i’m dealing with, then.” you challenged, eliciting a scowl.

“fine, suit yourself.” he spat, finally stepping into the dim moonlight streaming in from the single window of the dungeon tower. your eyes widened, watching the light gently bounce off the tusks protruding from his bright pink flesh, a snout peeking out from a skull mask taken from an animal you couldn’t place.

“you’re a..” you breathed, and he rolled his eyes, as though he’d heard the same line several times before.

“a beast.” your father spat, and in turn received a glare from the monster before you. the beast then shrugged, a smirk lifting onto his lips once more.

“so, kid. you still want to trade places with your father, and stay here with me?” he taunted, and you swallowed as unnoticeably as you could, nodding firmly.

“i’m not a kid.” you muttered, annoyed. “if my father is left unharmed, i’ll stay with you without argument.” you agreed, and the beast seemed to ponder this, before nodding.

“very well.” he muttered, pulling out a large key and unlocking the cell. you instantly launched into your father’s open arms, hugging tightly.

“what have you done, y/n?” he muttered, and you shook your head sadly, offering the biggest smile you could muster. which admittedly, probably wasn’t very convincing.

“i saved you. that;s all that matters.” you whispered, finally pulling away from your father’s embrace when the beast cleared his throat. you stepped inside, allowing him to lock the door behind you.

“you, old man. get out.” the beast growled, and with one last parting gaze, your father begrudgingly left you behind. you listened as his footsteps grew distant, moving to the window to watch as he mounted carl, riding off into the night. you smiled, relieved to know he would be safe.

you heard fidgeting behind you, turning to watch as your fate was sealed with the turn of a lock. the pig-like man glared at you once more, before beginning to stalk off.

“wait!” you called, and he snarled. you took it as a notion of acknowledgment, so you brushed it off. “if i’m going to be staying here, can i at least know your name?” you asked, and he sighed, looking at you with an annoyed expression. you could’ve sworn there was something else behind his eyes, though.

“technoblade.” he mumbled, and didn’t leave you any time to respond, as he was long gone within moments. you tried out the name on your tongue, the name feeling foreign. as far as names went though, his seemed pretty fitting.

as the silence surrounded you, you leaned your back against the cool stone wall, allowing yourself to sink to the floor. it seemed as though your head had finally caught up with your heart, the sinking realization at what exactly you’d just done coming to light.

you were a prisoner.

not only that, you were a prisoner to a monstrous beast.

and no one, not even quackity in all his egotistical glory, could save you now.

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chapter 1 [a tale as old as time]

chapter 1: a cursed kingdom

“i want adventure in the great wide somewhere! i want it more than i can tell!” - belle

series masterlist

a simple village life. that’s all you’d ever known.

everyday you walked the same paths, saw the same faces, ate the same food, read the same books. it was a never-ending cycle, almost as though you were secondary characters playing out their minimal roles in a story while the main characters lived out the adventures.

unlike the rest of the villagers, being a secondary character was not sufficient for you.

you craved more. you didn’t want to be just another number in the village, waiting for someone to come solve your problems and be your knight-in-shining-armour. you wanted to be a hero. the dragon slayer, or the retriever of stolen goods: someone a kingdom would celebrate and raise on their shoulders.

you wanted to be something special.

however, despite your wildest imaginations and the strain in your heart, you were nothing more than what you feared; a simple villager. another number, just like all the rest. there were no dragons to be slain, no thefts to be returned to their rightful owners, and damsels in distress waiting with bated breath for someone to save them were nowhere to be found.

unless you knew where to look.

you pushed open the hefty door, feeling a wave of euphoria wash over you as you stepped inside. this was the one place in the village that didn’t make you feel so small, so alone. it was a safehaven of sorts. an escape from reality.

as always, you greeted the librarian kindly before making your way to the shelves upon shelves of awaiting opportunities, each offering its own path at your desired heroics.

“what will it be today, y/n?” the old librarian asked, curiously. you shrugged, allowing your finger to run swiftly along the spines of the old, worn down books before closing your eyes and gently plucking one from the shelf. he peered over curiously, smiling fondly. “ah, romeo and juliet. a classic.”

you smiled brightly, tugging the book closely to your chest and spinning in a small circle dramatically. “oh, isn’t it lovely? the tale of star crossed lovers, fighting against all odds to be together? oh, what i would give for a love like theirs.” you sighed dreamily, the librarian laughing lightly at your antics.

“well, according to the town gossip, you have a mighty fine admirer who would adore your love and attention.” he teased, and you visibly rolled your eyes.

“you couldn’t possibly mean quackity.” you scoffed, “he is an egotistical streetrat that cares about nothing more than his appearance! he only ‘wants’ me because i don’t want him.” the librarian hummed in response, chuckling softly.

quackity was notorious in your quaint little village. he was the kind of person that everyone either wanted to be, or wanted to marry. save for you, of course. being upfront, you found him absolutely insufferable, and his ego was far too large to grasp that anyone could ‘resist his boyish charm’, as he put it. thus, his mission to gain your attention and wed you began.

you of course, would never stoop to the low that was him. not for any amount of books in the world.

“whatever you say, y/n.” he shook his head slowly, a playful expression adorning his features. “enjoy your reading, and make sure you pass on my hello to your old man!”

you agreed, thanking the librarian once more before walking back out onto the pebbled roads. on your journey home, you waved to the numerous villagers you passed, ignoring the judgemental stares they bestowed upon you.

you knew they didn’t approve of your free-spirited ways. in their minds, everyone had their roles to play. you simply didn’t play the role you were given, and in turn you became an outcast, a stranger. you tried not to pay them any mind, because you were happy with your lifestyle. the only issue you had was because of your father.

philza was highly respected in your small village. though he kept to himself most often, the people found him quite endearing, and pitied him for the loss of his wife and the struggles that came with raising a child on his own.

and although he assured you time and time again that you could never be a disappointment, you couldn’t help but imagine how much easier life would’ve been on him had you been like everyone else and followed the path that had been expected of you.

it was a constant internal war, the tugging in your heart begging you to pursue your desires, versus the overwhelming need to care for and stay with your father.

you always chose the latter, but realistically if you’d chosen otherwise, where would you even go?

-

technoblade wandered the familiar corridors, his mind off somewhere far from his own head. he did this often, allowing himself a chance to breathe without the rage that resonated inside of him bubbling over.

one would think he was lonely in the impossibly large building he called a home, but to him, it could not have been any smaller. years and years of listening to his once human staff beg him to leave to the outside, to find someone who could love him. someone to break the curse he brought upon them all.

he was never lonely. the only emotion he seemed to feel was anger, especially now. they were upon the last few petals that would seal their fates permanently. he had so much searing anger, he didn’t know what to do with it all. he was mad at the witch, for cursing them. he was mad at the world for fearing him.

but mostly, he was mad at himself, for being so wretched, he doomed the only people who ever cared for him to a fate worse than death.

his leisurely strolls gave him a sense of freedom, away from the talking teacups, dancing feather dusters and self-playing pianos. his time away from his friends was the only time he could pretend to not be aware of the fate they all awaited. pretend that he was just an average prince wandering about his castle.

techno’s ears perked, hearing the sound of heavy footsteps echoing through the mostly abandoned building. he snarled, his serenity broken and his suppressed anger returning with a fiery burn. he swiftly made his way to the banister overlooking the main entrance hall, careful to remain hidden from the eyes of the intruder.

“hello?” they called out. lurking in the shadows, technoblade watched as a shivering old man with a strange hat stumbled into his abode, abruptly and without welcome. “i’ve just come to escape the cold. i’ll be gone shortly!” his voice bounced off the chipped walls, receiving no response other than the echo of his own voice.

techno was livid. if there’s one thing he wasn’t fond of, it was ignorant humans. they served as a reminder of what he once was, and what he would never be again. how dare this man enter his home and be so blatantly rude?

all technoblade saw was red as he watched the old man situate himself in front of the fireplace. easily pulling an axe off the wall, he swung it over his shoulders, sneaking his way down to where the intruder stood.

stepping up behind him, techno snarled once more, catching the old man’s attention. he turned, slowly, and let out a scream. he instantly began to back away, and with each step backwards, techno took one forward. “you- you’re a…” the intruder stuttered, and techno bared his teeth, menacingly.

“a beast.” he whispered, a wicked smile on his face. he cackled, watching as the man in front of him trembled in fear. he was once again reminded of the reason he had isolated himself for all those years.

his expression darkened, thoughts ablaze as he hit the man with the knob of his axe, easily knocking him out. throwing the unconscious male over his shoulder, he ignored the stares of his transfigured peers and proceeded towards the dungeons, keen on having the traveller pay for his intrusion.

the last remaining bit of humanity he had tore at his subconscious, begging for him to reconsider. he simply brushed it off, however. all he did was act the role he was given. he was, after all, a monster.

and thanks to his curse, that’s all he would ever be.

-

you were hanging your freshly washed clothing, humming along a small tune as you did so. you performed a small intricate dance, wringing the delicate cloth and doing a small spin towards the wire, stringing it up and swaying back towards the pile to repeat the task.

a loud galloping sound brought you back down to earth, your head shooting in the direction of the sound. your eyes widened as you recognized the horse barrelling in your direction. “carl?” you muttered, rushing over. in spotting you, carl slowed, but thrashed and whined, worrying you instantly.

you ran a hand over his mane, worryingly searching behind him. “where’s father? carl, where is he?” you asked in a panic, only receiving a whine in return. a sinking feeling arose in your chest, expecting the worst. “take me to him.” you swiftly mounted the steed, holding tight as he took off in the direction he came.

you watched as the village came to an end, a never-before-seen landscape encasing your frontal and peripheral vision. an unexplainable rush of freedom and relief flooded you instantly upon feeling the change from the harsh cobblestone to soft dirt under carl’s hooves.

under better circumstances, you probably would’ve basked in the undeniable happiness and excitement threatening to spill out at the view of the new terrain before you. unfortunately, you hadn’t had the luxury of enjoying your first venture away from the village.

you had one thing on your mind, and that was saving your father.

you held tightly to carl's reins, eyes barely dancing over the foreign land as you passed. you soaked in as much of the greenery you could, and nearly gasped when you noticed what lay ahead.

as though separated by a drawn line, breaking off from the beautiful summer fields sat a forest that sent a wave of unease rushing through you. spiked branches stuck out from frozen trunks, a blanket of freshly fallen snow littering the ground.

you tugged on the reins as you approached, slowing to a walk as you entered the frozen-over area. passing from the summer to winter season sent a chill up your spine, both from the cold and from the nerves you felt in that moment.

up ahead, you noticed your father’s cart tipped over, its contents spilled haphazardly into the snow. you approached slowly, trying to be mindful of where carl stepped. it proved difficult, however, with the sudden harsh wind nipping at your bare skin. you were forced to squint to make out your surroundings, vaguely aware of the solid icicles hanging menacingly from above where you stood.

as another chill ran down your spine, you decided you shouldn’t dwell much longer, desperate to find some warmth and hopefully, your father. you urged carl to move forward cautiously. glancing ahead, your eyes widened as you took in the sight in front of you.

you entered a large clearing, the remnants of what looked to have been a gorgeous hedge garden. what still stood of the once lively hedges were wilted to a dull grey, covered completely in heavy layers of frost and ice. that wasn’t what caught your attention, however.

a little ways away, stood an exquisite castle that looked as though it had been long since abandoned. bits and pieces of the pristine exterior were cracked, missing, or simply looked as though they’d crumble under your body weight. still, there was no denying the beauty in its structure.

a sinking feeling washed over you as you proceeded along the grounds of the frozen kingdom, a lingering sense that something terrible had to have happened here. you wondered what.

whatever it was, you figured it must’ve been pretty bad, considering you were sure no one in the village knew this castle existed at all.

there was a tugging in your chest as you approached the breathtaking building that towered over your small figure. it was almost as though the building itself was calling to you in a way, like it was begging you to step foot inside.

you brushed it off as a mixture of excitement and your imagination.

pushing open the door, you gratefully rushed inside. you sighed in the sudden warmth, rubbing your arms frantically in hopes of warming yourself. you glanced around, taking in the enchanting sight before you. intricately carved pillars, cream coloured walls and a variety of strange looking trinkets littered the room.

you were broken out of your entrancement when the sound of cries broke through the eerie silence that filled the castle. you perked up, instantly recognizing the voice as your father’s. you followed the sound without question, your thoughts clouded and all sense of judgment out the door upon hearing the panic in his voice.

“father?” you called, your smile brightening as he came into view. “father! what happened? oh thank goodness you’re alright.” you squatted in front of him, eyes dancing over his face in search of severe injuries or anything of the sort.

“y/n?” he choked, forcing himself awake with harsh blinks. “y/n!” he suddenly jumped, though he looked anything but happy to see you. “you need to leave. now. before he sees you.” he whispered, urgently. you frowned, shaking your head.

“before who sees me? nevermind, it doesn’t matter. i won’t leave you. that’s nonsense!” you assured, eyes searching for anything to assist you in breaking your father free from the jail bars between you.

“you don’t understand, y/n. he’s not a man. he’s a-” philza tried, but you shushed him, waving him off. “he’s dangerous, y/n!” he raised his voice in frustration, and you finally looked at him, seriously.

“if he’s as dangerous as you say, i’m certainly not leaving you here with him.” you scoffed, continuing your search. you expected another retort, but received a dark chuckle instead.

“how noble of you.” a monotone voice hummed, stepping out from the shadows. you whirled around, determination set on your expression as you glanced at the outline of the mysterious man.

“let my father go.” you threatened, and his captor only laughed, humorlessly.

“your father,” he paused, emphasizing sarcasm on the word, “trespassed on my property uninvited. which, may i point out, you have also done.” he replied, nonchalantly. “i suggest you run along back home before i decide to make you cell mates with your dear-old-dad for the rest of your lives.”

turning on his heel, the mysterious man began to walk away, and in the heat of the moment, you did the only logical thing your brain could muster. “take me instead.” you rushed, catching the male’s attention.

“pardon me?” he turned, his voice filled with amusement. you felt your blood boil at his cockiness, scowling.

“you heard me. take me, let my father go free.” you stated, boldly. your father protested, but you simply ignored his presence for the time being.

“you clearly don’t know what you’re dealing with, child.” he shook his head, his devilish smirk barely visible through the darkness.

“i’m not a child!” you defended, and as he laughed at your response, you offered a smirk of your own, “show me what i’m dealing with, then.” you challenged, eliciting a scowl.

“fine, suit yourself.” he spat, finally stepping into the dim moonlight streaming in from the single window of the dungeon tower. your eyes widened, watching the light gently bounce off the tusks protruding from his bright pink flesh, a snout peeking out from a skull mask taken from an animal you couldn’t place.

“you’re a..” you breathed, and he rolled his eyes, as though he’d heard the same line several times before.

“a beast.” your father spat, and in turn received a glare from the monster before you. the beast then shrugged, a smirk lifting onto his lips once more.

“so, kid. you still want to trade places with your father, and stay here with me?” he taunted, and you swallowed as unnoticeably as you could, nodding firmly.

“i’m not a kid.” you muttered, annoyed. “if my father is left unharmed, i’ll stay with you without argument.” you agreed, and the beast seemed to ponder this, before nodding.

“very well.” he muttered, pulling out a large key and unlocking the cell. you instantly launched into your father’s open arms, hugging tightly.

“what have you done, y/n?” he muttered, and you shook your head sadly, offering the biggest smile you could muster. which admittedly, probably wasn’t very convincing.

“i saved you. that;s all that matters.” you whispered, finally pulling away from your father’s embrace when the beast cleared his throat. you stepped inside, allowing him to lock the door behind you.

“you, old man. get out.” the beast growled, and with one last parting gaze, your father begrudgingly left you behind. you listened as his footsteps grew distant, moving to the window to watch as he mounted carl, riding off into the night. you smiled, relieved to know he would be safe.

you heard fidgeting behind you, turning to watch as your fate was sealed with the turn of a lock. the pig-like man glared at you once more, before beginning to stalk off.

“wait!” you called, and he snarled. you took it as a notion of acknowledgment, so you brushed it off. “if i’m going to be staying here, can i at least know your name?” you asked, and he sighed, looking at you with an annoyed expression. you could’ve sworn there was something else behind his eyes, though.

“technoblade.” he mumbled, and didn’t leave you any time to respond, as he was long gone within moments. you tried out the name on your tongue, the name feeling foreign. as far as names went though, his seemed pretty fitting.

as the silence surrounded you, you leaned your back against the cool stone wall, allowing yourself to sink to the floor. it seemed as though your head had finally caught up with your heart, the sinking realization at what exactly you’d just done coming to light.

you were a prisoner.

not only that, you were a prisoner to a monstrous beast.

and no one, not even quackity in all his egotistical glory, could save you now.

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chapter 2 [a tale as old as time]

chapter 2: the beast has a heart?

“don’t you see? she’s the one. the girl we have been waiting for. she has come to break the spell.” -lumiere

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you laid uncomfortably in a curled position, desperately trying to force yourself into any form of slumber. it proved useless, as no amount of tossing and turning could offer you any comfort against the concrete flooring of the tower you found yourself trapped in.

sighing, you lifted yourself to sit, resting your head against the stone bricks and glancing out the small window. you weren’t sure how long you’d been locked away, but you’d been watching the small stream of moonlight slowly cross the floor- you’d guess it had likely been a few hours at most.

if this was some sick, twisted joke from the universe about your desire to become more than a side character, you certainly weren’t laughing. of all the stories you’ve read, the last thing you wanted to be was the hopeless character waiting for a prince charming to come save them. of course, that’s exactly where you landed.

so much for being a hero.

the prospect of being saved seemed ridiculous, because really, who would even come for you? quackity? you would rather stay with the beast than be saved by him.

knowing how he was, you’d likely be guilted into a marriage with the ghastly man. you shivered at the sheer absurdity of being betrothed to anyone, let alone quackity.

allowing your thoughts to drift elsewhere, you refocused your attention outside of the window. you suddenly noticed the lack of stars visible from the castle, and that the moon itself was barely peeking through the thick blanket of clouds coating the sky, only enough to provide the dim lighting in your cell.

you immediately missed the comfort of the twinkling lights that typically littered the night sky. each served as a beacon of hope, as foretold by the many stories you’ve read. perhaps the fact that none were in sight served as a sign that there was no hope for you.

you tried to brush off that thought. there was the small chance that it had simply happened to be a stormy night and that tomorrow the sky would be clear and luminescent once more.

a sense of sorrow flooded you. something told you it wasn’t so. you couldn’t imagine never seeing the stars again.

technoblade, or rather, the beast, was trapped in this frozen kingdom, alone, with nothing but grey clouds and cold weather. had you been condemned to a life like this, you were sure you’d be angry all the time as well.

the curious part of you wondered what he possibly could have done to entail this solemn fate. the other part warned you that you didn’t.

you were pulled from your thoughts by a strange clanging sound. the noise was almost as though someone had dropped a piece of metal down the stairs, and it was hitting every single step in a steady rhythm. only rather than getting quieter as it fell further down, the subtle thumping sound grew louder.

you stiffened, mentally preparing for the worst. the unfamiliar sound amplified your stress, for it could be anything approaching you.

maybe the beast was coming to finish you off right there. you hoped this once, everyone from the village was right about your overly imaginative nature and that it was a ridiculously far fetched idea.

when the clanging finally stopped, a strong french accent rang out among the silence. “hello?” he called, and you swallowed nervously, leaning forward to peek at your visitor.

imagine your surprise when the only thing by your door was an old-fashioned looking candelabra.

you searched as far as you could see from the restraints of your cage, looking for any indication of where the voice could have come from.

“excusez-moi! hello! down here!” the voice called out again, and you frowned, glancing down to the tiny golden statue in front of you.

“what kind of joke is this?” you muttered, tapping the candelabra lightly with the tip of your shoe. the last thing you expected was for it to jump away from you, an expression of pure offense suddenly carved into its’ features. naturally, you screamed.

“woah, woah! you kicked me - why are you the one screaming?” it asked, cocking its head to the side in wonder. “was it something i said?”

you faltered, shuffling as far away from the door as possible. which, realistically, wasn’t that far. “you talk. you’re a talking candlestick.” you stuttered, in a feeble attempt at trying to explain to yourself what you were witnessing.

“oui! i talk. and i am no candlestick! i,” he paused for dramatic effect, “am a candelabra. we are much different than mere candlesticks, you see.” he dropped into an eccentric bow, and you simply blinked, awestruck.

you shook your head, laughing humorlessly. “i must’ve fallen asleep!” you mumbled, nodding to yourself in approval. “that’s right. i’m asleep! everything makes sense now, i just need to wake up and everything will be normal!”

“wait, you’re not-” it tried, but you chose to ignore the metallic object, attempting to brush off the delusion. you instantly pinched your wrist, letting out a small sound of pain. you repeated the action once more, tears pricking at your eyes.

“wake up, y/n. wake up!” your voice barely came out as a breathy whisper as you paced the small distance across the cell, panic settling in. “why won’t i wake up?” you sighed frustratedly, and the candelabra sighed, shooting you a small look of pity.

“i’m sorry to break it to you, but you are not dreaming. i am lumiere, and my beautiful girlfriend, plumette, is on her way with the keys to your cell. we shall escort you to somewhere much more comfortable.” he exclaimed, and you forced a laugh.

“your girlfriend? what is she, a lighter?” you asked sarcastically, and the candelabra frowned in confusion.

“non? she is a, er, what do you call it? a feather duster, i believe?” he replied, smiling brightly at the mention of his lover. you tried to smile politely, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so with your mind running a mile a minute.

you were talking to a fancy-looking candlestick with a feather duster for a girlfriend, while simultaneously being trapped in a tower with a pig-like beast.

if you weren’t asleep, you were truly losing it.

“ah, there she is now!” he announced, and you could suddenly make out the distinct sound of clattering metal.

you glanced in the direction of the stairs, and an elegant dove-shaped feather duster flew in ever-so-gracefully. “hello, my love!” she greeted, shooting him a wink, before her attention turned to you. you noted how his flames grew slightly in response to her actions.

she flew up and around, analyzing your features from all angles. “oh, look at you! so young, so attractive!” she swooned, and you flushed slightly, thanking her quietly, albeit being a bit confused as well.

“ahem, my dear, perhaps we should let them out of their confined cell?” lumiere posed, and plumette eyes widened slightly, apologizing swiftly before swooping down and dropping the key into your open palm.

you sighed in relief as you made quick work of the key and stepped out, mindful not to step on lumiere. “thank you so much.” you muttered, pausing and shaking your head in disbelief. “i just thanked a candlestick and a feather duster.” you scoffed quietly.

“like i said before, i am no candlestick. i am a candelabra.” he argued, and you muttered a small half-hearted apology, letting out a yawn shortly after.

“oh, my dear. you must be so tired. please, allow me to escort you to your room.” plumette offered, and you blinked, confused.

“a room? but i thought i was a prisoner. did beast tell you to do this?” you asked, curiously. the two in front of you shared a glance, before turning back to you and shaking their heads. “does he.. does he know you’re doing this?” you questioned, hesitantly. they shook their heads once more.

you smiled gratefully then, simply brushing off the remaining questions and motioning you were ready to follow plumette. the least you could do in thanks for their actions was to not bombard them with everything all at once.

“uh.. would you mind? i am not exactly built for stairs.” lumiere asked, gesturing to himself. you smiled, picking him up and following plumette down the winding staircase.

“lumiere! there you are!” another male voice rang out, and for a moment, you feared it was the beast coming to punish them for letting you out. you were pleasantly surprised to see a small clock wobbling out from behind a wall.

“a talking clock. of course. why wouldn’t there be a talking clock?” you mumbled, gently placing lumiere on the floor and allowing him to rejoin his friend.

“who is this?” the clock asked, eyes blown wide in an instant. “you let out the prisoner? he’s going to be furious!” he whispered angrily, but you cleared your throat.

“i have a name, you know. it’s y/n.” you argued, frowning. “and i didn’t ask to be let out.”

“i am not blaming you.” he assured, his tone soft. “i’m blaming lumiere - he knows better. and you too plumette? are you two mad?” he questioned angrily, and plumette ignored him, flying up next to your ear.

“that’s cogsworth. he’s a bit uptight, his gears haven’t been oiled in years.” she whispered, and you laughed lightly, hardly listening as the clock continuously berated lumiere. as the men (were they even men?) continued to argue, plumette gestured for you to follow her.

you were led up a series of stairwells, and through a long hallway filled with paintings. how you wished you could’ve admired the art, but each portrait had the gash of claw marks through the middle. you shivered at the sight.

she stopped in front of a large door, a small collection of dust layered on the handle, as though no one had stepped foot here for ages. you pushed open the door, gasping slightly as you gazed around the beautifully furnished room.

you stepped towards the wardrobe, reaching out a hand before the doors flung open, and she greeted you with a loud “hello!”. you squealed in surprise, throwing a hand over your racing heart.

“is there anything in this damn castle that isn’t alive?” you huffed, breathing heavily. plumette laughed, shaking her head and bidding you goodnight.

you stumbled over to the bed, looking at it distastefully. “you’re not going to throw me off, are you?” you asked, tiredly. the wardrobe lady laughed, catching your attention.

“my dear, why are you talking to a bed? it is simply a bed.” she chastised, and you groaned, flopping down on the mattress.

“of course it’s just a bed.” you mumbled, tiredly. finally, the weight of your day became too much for your body to handle, and you allowed yourself to sink further into the mattress, drifting into a dreamless sleep.

-

technoblade stood at the entrance to the room he long since sealed off, far into the west wing. he actively avoided this room, but another sleepless night and wandering thoughts led him here. he sucked in a breath, stepping into the chamber and taking a few tentative steps towards the floating object that signified his demise.

yet another petal hung on by mere threads, only minutes left before he was one step closer to sealing the fate of him and everyone he’s ever cared about.

he reached up, tugging off the bone mask he wore to hide his hideous pig-like features, gently placing it on the table as he leaned forward, watching intently as the weight of the petal became too much and it tumbled slowly to the floor.

he swallowed, a sinking feeling settling in his chest.

technoblade wasn’t stupid. he heard the whispers of his staff echoing off the castle walls, the hope in their voices only fueling the anguish in his heart.

they truly believed the prisoner could be their saviour. the one who could finally break the curse.

it wasn’t that techno didn’t want to be saved - who would want to be doomed to a life like his, forever encased in the body of a beast? he certainly wasn’t against the idea of returning to his once handsome and human self, but it was the condition that had his doubts set aflame.

the condition that required someone teaching him how to love, and love him all the same.

he wasn’t sure how his staff believed you could fall in love with him. him, the ugly, monstrous pig-like beast who’d locked you in a tower and left you helplessly. not to mention you were full of life and most of all, innocent. he couldn’t burden you with such a thing.

his gaze rose to the floating flower, on the verge of its last petals. he sighed, making his way towards the balcony. he stepped out, allowing the fresh air to clear his mind as he gripped the safety rail as though his life depended on it, a motion to help ground him from his overwhelming emotions.

out of the corner of his eye, he could see the tower where he’d last left you, and as a cool breeze came in through the window, he realized you must’ve been freezing. you certainly weren’t dressed for the weather occupying his castle.

the last bit of humanity he had left tugged at his heart, and after his previous neglect of compassion with your father, the urge to help you was strong. he groaned at himself, searching for the nearest blanket. he had to shake it to clear off the dirt and cobwebs, but it would do.

he trudged silently through the castle, careful not to let any of his attendants catch him in the act. the last thing they needed to see was him being kind to his prisoner and give them any ideas.

since the incident, technoblade had shown nothing but hostility towards his companions. he and they both know it was a coping mechanism, a way for him to deal with the weight of the guilt he suppressed. it was never mentioned, but a silent understanding.

he refused to show weakness in front of them, for a multitude of reasons. more than anything, he didn’t want them to realize just how much he suffered.

every one of his staff members were great people. he’d never deserved them, and the kindness they always showed him after his issues. no matter how many mistakes he made, how many insults he threw their way. they stood next to him through it all.

and in return, he had them all turned into inanimate objects with faces. for him, they lost everything. some, like chip, had their whole lives ahead of them still. lives they would likely never experience.

the least he could do was stay strong in front of them, showing them he wasn’t giving up on them or the curse, despite his interior beliefs.

hope was all they had left, he couldn’t take that away.

but while hope can be good, it can be just as dangerous.

he saw the way they looked at you with stars in their eyes. all of that responsibility fell on you, and you didn’t even know it.

as much as he wanted to be free from his burden, he hardly knew anything of you. how could he put that pressure on you like that? how would one even bring it up? ‘hey, i know i’ve locked you in a tower and left you to freeze, but i’m actually a cursed prince and the talking objects scattered around the castle are my staff. could you fall in love with me so we can break the curse before the last petal of a magic rose i locked away in a far tower falls and traps us in these bodies forever?’

techno almost laughed at his own thoughts for the sheer absurdity.

he ventured across the castle, finally reaching your tower. he hoped you were asleep by now, so he could simply leave the blanket without another word and avoid an undoubtedly awkward conversation. he turned the final corner, only to see an open cell door and a drop of candle wax on the floor.

rage settled in the pit of his stomach, heat creeping up his cheeks as he shook. “lumiere..” he muttered, shaking his head.

techno was quick to saunter back down the stairs, headed for the table cogsworth and lumiere typically situated themselves on. “lumiere!” he yelled, eyes searching the room before they landed on his two former staff members. they froze, looking at their prince with feared eyes. “where is the prisoner?” he demanded, and cogsworth shoved his guilty-looking friend forward.

“i escorted them to a room, sir.” lumiere explained, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with one of his fiery arms.

“you gave my prisoner a bedroom?” he growled, and lumiere only shrugged, nervously. “and you did so without my permission.” he clarified, and lumiere nodded. he opened his mouth to berate him once more, but he was quickly cut off.

“is that a blanket in your arms?” cogsworth asked, curiously. techno flushed, tucking the blanket behind his back and straightening up.

“no.” he replied, gruffly. lumiere and cogsworth exchanged smiles, clearly amused.

“you were going to bring the prisoner a blanket.” lumiere announced, his smile growing.

techno growled lowly, meaning for it to be a warning to his attendings. they knew, however, he was simply embarrassed at being caught.

he stormed off, and the candelabra elbowed his partner gently. “he just showed he cares. perhaps they could be the one after all.” he whispered, and cogsworth nodded thoughtfully.

“i sure hope so.” he frowned, and lumiere frowned as well, both falling into a deep silence. all of the staff could feel it. each time a petal fell, it became harder and harder to move. they were becoming closer and closer to the real objects they were transfigured into.

nothing was more terrifying, but they had faith - particularly, faith in you.

they could only hope you should fall for the man underneath the bone mask.

for if you didn’t, they were out of time.

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chapter 3 [a tale as old as time]

chapter 3: destiny calls

“barely even friends then somebody bends unexpectedly.” -mrs. potts

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you ran as fast as you could, occasionally glancing back in fears of seeing the beast trailing behind you. nothing but empty corridors and locked doors surrounded you, an echo of his menacing growl ricocheting off the crumbling walls. you had to keep running.

you turned left, right, left again. it was safe to say you were completely lost in the monstrous castle. had you already passed that shredded portrait, or was it simply one of thousands among the building? you couldn’t tell.

you were close to giving up, breath heavy as you finally spotted an open door among all the closed ones. you pushed yourself harder, sliding inside and slamming the door shut behind you. you heard distinct pounding on the door, and the infamous growl of the monster you were trying so desperately to escape.

you backed away from the door, freezing as you heard a soft voice echo. strangely enough, it didn’t sound like it was coming from anywhere around you. it sounded as though it was coming from inside your head, like your subconscious had developed a voice and began speaking to you.

“y/n..” it called once more, tearing your attention away from the door. your name was repeated over and over, gradually getting louder, and you darted your eyes around the room in a desperate attempt to find its source, evidently finding nothing.

the room was dark, the furniture hardly visible in the dim moonlight streaming in through the glass windows. your eyes finally fell on a small pedestal next to the balcony doors, squinting in an attempt to see it better. it was entrancing, and you felt drawn to it immediately.

your next moves were magnetic. the howls of the beast outside the door were drowned out, your focus set as you advanced towards the object. as you approached, you suddenly noted the glass case perched on the pedestal. inside stood a beautiful object, floating gracefully in its confined space. it looked completely out of place, much like yourself.

a single rose laid before you, but it was one unlike anything you’d ever seen. ruby red petals that sparkled and glowed sat before you, giving off a beautiful red hue that drowned the flower in an aura of importance.

what caught your eye, however, was the pile of lifeless, shriveled petals sitting on the platform. they shared the same ruby tint, but no glow was to be found. they looked like simple rose petals.

for some reason it left a sick feeling in your stomach.

“you can save them all.” the voice spoke suddenly. your gaze stayed trained on the glowing object in front of you, unable to tear yourself away. had someone walked in, they may have thought you were speaking to the flower itself. maybe subconsciously, you were.

“save who?” you whispered.

“lumiere, cogsworth, and plumette.. even technoblade. you can save them all. it is your destiny, my dear.”

“but how? my destiny? i’m just a prisoner-” you asked, far past the point of caring about where the voice came from. now, you wanted answers.

“only time will tell. and unfortunately, our time is up. i must go. do not forget what i’ve told you, child. you’re their only hope.”

“wait!” you called, panicked. “wait, what do i need to do?”

you gasped, shooting awake with a start. throwing a hand over your racing heart, you closed your eyes and tried to calm your breathing. “it was all just a dream.” you muttered, relieved.

“what was a dream, dear?” a familiar voice called, and you turned to see the wardrobe, making out a face of concern in her features. you screamed, quickly stopping once she placed her arms over the place her ears once were. “why are you screaming?!” she asked, frantically.

you sat frozen, mind running a mile a minute. finally your reality came crashing down on you: you were still a prisoner in the beast’s castle. you sighed, rubbing a hand over your face and brushing off your fear. “sorry, madame.” you muttered sheepishly.

“you’re their only hope.”

you glanced at madame, watching as she occupied herself with tossing clothes every which way. as much as you wanted to brush it off as a bad dream, something about it felt far too real.

indulging yourself momentarily, you wondered what that could possibly mean, for them and for you.

it hadn’t really occurred to you before, too in shock of being held captive and saving your father, but now curiosity had slipped its way into your mind. what had really happened here?

a part of you wanted to ask, but the door flew open, effectively cutting off your train of thought. you looked in shock, mouth parted and eyes wide as you saw lumiere and cogsworth standing in the door frame, out of breath and panicked.

“we heard a scream!” lumiere huffed, looking around in fear. when he deduced there was no threat, he turned to you, seeing you still in bed. if candelabras could blush, you were sure he’d have turned bright red. “oh! my apologies, uh, we’ll just go now!” he stumbled, shoving cogsworth and pulling the door closed behind him.

“how rude! i’ll have to tell plumette to have a word with him about knocking.” madam hummed, shaking her head in disapproval. “anyways, let’s get you dressed, shall we?”

“oh, you don’t have to do that-” you tried, but she tsked.

“you will not be wearing the same clothes as when you arrived. they’re filthy! please, i insist. plus, i haven’t had the chance to dress anyone in ages!” she pleaded. you sighed in defeat, moving from the warmth of the bed to standing in front of her. “how do you-” you started, but were quickly surprised as she flung open her drawers and began rummaging through, clothes being thrown every which way in the blink of an eye.

she held a variety of different clothes in front of you, testing them out before either putting them in a pile of ‘potential yes’ or a pile of ‘definitely no’s. you were told to try some on, and finally she had settled on an outfit probably an hour later.

by the end you were far too exhausted and starving to care what you were given. you wordlessly slipped on the clothes she offered, moving to glance at your appearance in the mirror.

you had to admit, she definitely knew a thing or two about style. had it not been for your messy hair and the dark bags under your eyes, you might’ve actually looked like you belonged in the castle.

your stomach growled, berating you for not feeding it and you sighed, making your way towards the door. “where are you going?” madame asked, curiously. you opened the door and peered out into the silent hallway.

“i’m hungry, and i don’t see anyone rushing to bring food up here, so i’d like to go get some.” you shrugged. she gave you a disapproving look, but gave in nonetheless.

“if you insist..” she sighed, proceeding to give detailed instructions. you listened intently. a shiver ran down your spine at the idea of getting lost in this huge castle. your mind flickered back to your dream, but you shook it off, not wanting to think into it any more.

“it is your destiny.”

as you descended the stairs, you caught the attention of your earlier intruders. “what- what are you doing out of your room?” cogsworth asked, voice laced with panic. you gave him a ludicrous look, rolling your eyes.

“stop worrying so much! i’m just going to get something to eat.” you replied sarcastically, hardly sparing them another glance as you followed directions as instructed.

“but you can’t! not now, especially!” lumiere chimed, their small figures desperately trying to keep up with your large strides.

“yeah? and why not?” you sassed, and before you could question further, a loud growl emitted from a few doors down. you tensed, noting how scarily accurate your dream really had been.

“i asked for a refill! where is it?” techno’s raging voice rang through the halls. “is it really that hard to fetch me a drink?” you heard further grumbling, probably him berating a staff member personally.

your mind ran blank and a wave of mixed emotions washed over you. disgust, anger and shock blended into a dangerous fury of overwhelm. your body moved faster than your mind, and before you knew it you were slamming open the doors to the dining hall.

techno’s head shot up in shock, quickly turning to anger at his interrupted meal. the sight of you only seemed to amplify that anger. he opened his mouth to berate you, but you were quicker, and debatably in that moment, you were angrier than he was.

“how dare you speak to your staff like that?” you screamed, effectively silencing technoblade. whatever he was expecting you to say, it was far from that. “do you have any idea how hard they work for you? they may not be human, but you could at least treat them like they are!”

he said nothing. as the adrenaline calmed and your body began to relax, warning sirens began to blare in your mind. you’d just yelled at a beast who held you captive in a cursed castle.

as you simply stared at his perfectly postured figure, unmoving and expressionless, you suddenly didn’t feel quite so heroic.

then he stood, his chair carelessly scraping against the polished wood flooring. you swallowed heavily as he approached you, until his frame was towering over your own. you kept the best brave face you could manage, though you really weren’t sure how convincing it was. through his skull mask, you made out blood red eyes boring into your own. your gaze never faltered.

finally he leaned back, a barely visible smirk tugging at his lips, hidden behind the tusks and bone mask. he seemed almost satisfied. his next question took you completely off guard. “how would you treat them, then?”

you blinked once, twice. you repeated his words in your head, as though it was a foreign language you were trying to decode. his tone was meant to be intimidating, you were sure, although it didn’t come off as so. it was almost.. curious.

“well?” he questioned, straightening his back and showing his true height. you cleared your throat. you felt small under his gaze, and not just because of the height difference.

“i’d start by saying please.” you mumbled, and his floppy ears perked, indicating he heard you. you felt heat rise to your cheeks, but stood your ground, straightening your back as he had.

“yeah?” he prompted, clearly amused. his sarcasm irked you, and a sudden spur of distaste rose up in you before you could stop it.

“yeah. you know, just because you look like a beast doesn’t mean you have to act like one!”

the room fell silent, all the workers halting their motions. you could hear a pin drop. you barely dared to breathe, much less leave the room, which realistically, is what you should’ve done.

you weren’t sure how long you stood there in the silence, likely a few minutes at most, but it felt like hours as you stood petrified, waiting for him to do something. anything.

“.. perhaps then you should show me how to treat my staff and to not ‘act like a beast’. you can show me at dinner, i'll see you then.” with that, he immediately left the room with a sweep of his cape, and the door slammed behind him.

the workers instantly began to light up, squealing excitedly about something you couldn’t quite understand. you could’ve sworn you heard the words ‘save us!’, but that could easily have been your mind playing tricks on you from the night prior. you weren’t really listening, anyways.

you were focused on the fact you weren’t just torn to shreds. and rather, that you were invited to dinner with the man - the monster - holding you captive. part of you was scared, but the other part.. simply wasn’t.

you were pulled from your state of shock by a gentle tugging on your clothes. you looked down to see a small teacup beaming up at you, jumping up and down excitedly.

“hi! i’m chip! can i get you something to eat? please?” he asked, smiling brightly. you noted how young he sounded, and fought the urge to frown. instead you smiled politely, nodding and allowing him to show you to a seat and for the staff to bring you a simple breakfast.

you ate quickly, desperate to get somewhere quiet to process everything without the commotion from the staff. they seemed extra willing to help you, as though they knew something you didn’t. you brushed it off as them being grateful for standing up for you.

you placed down your cutlery, thanking each of them and dismissing yourself, eager to finish and head back to your room.

in your frantic rush, you failed to notice a shriveled rose petal sitting idly next to technoblade’s abandoned plate.

a shriveled rose petal that happened to look exactly like the one from your dream.

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ozymandias | w.s.

Pairing: college student au!Wilbur Soot x reader; no Y/N, gender-neutral (no pronouns mentioned)

Synopsis: In class, your eyes spot a handsome stranger. Distracted, you try to pay attention attention to Professor Technoblade and his teaching assistant Nihachu, but you can’t seem to focus on anything but that student.

Warnings: some cursing, cameos from Technoblade and Niki, oc friend called Jamie, failed attempted British slang terms from an American author

Word Count: 3.0k

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Professor Technoblade begins the second lecture of the year for European Literature with an unwavering smile. His eyes wander across the room. Internally, he begins a psychoanalysis of his students. It’s only natural, really, since the young professor also teaches Intro to Psychology. At least that’s what he tells himself. 

“Damn,” he mutters under his breath. Technoblade turns to his teaching assistant Nihachu, who goes by Niki, and says, “I was wrong. Remember my hypothesis about half of the students leaving by the second lesson? Only around a quarter of the original class left.”

Niki, who stands closer to the students sitting in the rows of the small auditorium, makes sure to keep her voice low as she replies, “You have too little faith. Besides, around half a dozen students are already watching you, waiting for class to start.”

When she scans through the students in the center of the seating area, she adds, “Look at the people in the middle row. They’re all staring at that one student with the beige tote bag.”

Technoblade stares at how the student in question waves their arms in the air to exaggerate whatever they are discussing. It's quite an animated gesture, but it gives him a little more information about their personality. Since not many college students take European Literature at the level he teaches, the classes are often small. And so, Technoblade finds himself making meaningful academic connections with his students every term; he’ll get to know his students’ individual behaviors long before exam season.

“They’re having quite the heated conversation,” the professor says, all the while observing how a student clad in a beanie has been staring non-stop at the one making overt hand gestures.

Suddenly, Niki corrects her previous hypothesis. Squinting her eyes at the students before them, she says, “You know what? I take back when I said that it's everyone in the middle row, because I think that the only person listening to the one making hand gestures is the other student sitting right next to them. You know, the one with the pink headband.”

“You’re right about that, but I think you’ve missed something,” Technoblade says, thinking back to his previous observations of the boy staring at the expressive student with the tote bag. “Look at that guy sitting in the row directly beneath them.”

“The beanie-clad student?”

Technoblade nods. “I wonder if the one making hand gestures knows that the one in the beanie is listening.”

It's a rhetorical question, so Niki doesn’t answer him. Instead, the teaching assistant glances at the large analog clock that hangs on the wall just to the left of the blackboard. It’s fifteen past two o’clock in the afternoon. Technoblade’s gaze follows Niki’s.

Niki asks, “Well then, should we start now or wait in the hopes that more people will walk through those doors?” 

She points to the doors, located a yard or two away from their spot of conversation by Technoblade’s desk.

“Thanks for keeping me in check,” Technoblade says with a laugh. “The school would put me under if they discovered that I people-watch more than I teach these college students,” he pauses, then renders the next phrase sarcastic as he inflates his voice, “the profound literature of Europe.” 

And so, before you can finish your harsh opinions regarding the five-page essay your Greek Mythology professor assigned the day before, Niki clears her throat. It’s a rather loud action, too, and so it has an immediate impact of piercing the noise of the room. 

You whisper to your friend from high school, Jamie, that you’ll fill her in later as Technoblade stands up from his desk. As the professor walks over to the large blackboard at the front of the room, you shove your phone into your beige tote bag and glance down at the professor and teaching assistant standing a few meters away from you.

“Good afternoon.”

You and the students before him echo the introduction in a monotone manner. 

He continues, “Last class was for introductions and the syllabus. From now on, we’ll delve into actual content. Today, it’ll be ‘Ozymandias,’ a poem which I’m sure you all are quite familiar with.”

The students in the rows above him groan. Your ears pick up on how a particularly deep voice is amongst the voices, but you decide to shove those thoughts away. Instead, you try to focus on analyzing the personality of Technoblade to see how you should behave in his class.

Unsurprised at the reaction, the professor says with a shrug, “Well, your responses sure aren’t unique, I hear this every year. I guess you know of the poem from high school?”

Most of the people in the room nod. Just as you attempt to nod as well, your attention is suddenly caught by a student sitting in the row below you, a mere three seats away. The angle that you’re sitting at is perfect to take in their side profile and attire.

They’re wearing a burgundy beanie and a pair of thin-framed, round glasses sits on their nose. And what a pretty nose it is, sloped at a straight angle that disappears under their mask. Oh, and their hair, wavy with a fringe that half-falls out of the front of the beanie, so long that it nearly covers their eyes. Their clothing matches an aesthetic that your brain can only label as academia, one that screams of all kinds of brown trench coats and beige button-ups. 

You close your eyes to avoid getting caught staring in the rare chance that they look up in your direction. You inhale rather sharply, muttering under your breath, “Christ, they’re fit.”

Before you can get infatuated, you rip your gaze away from whoever they are and drop your right elbow onto your lap, leaning over to press your cheek against your right hand so that your hand effectively blocks your view of the pretty stranger. Of course, you can still see them if you turn your head a few centimeters to the right, but you choose to ignore that by focusing on the lecture for once.

Technoblade is in the middle of a sentence when you redirect your attention to him, but you can gather that he’s recited the poem from how it is plastered over the wall that the projector to the left of his desk faces. 

“Now, from the nods I’ve received earlier, I can gather that most of you already know about what ‘Ozymandias’ means in terms of the words in the poem. But it’s probably to a very superficial extent, but that’s fine since that’s going to change after today. You see, ‘Ozymandias’ is a poem that describes the Egyptian pharaoh Ramesses II. Why, then, are the poems dubbed ‘Ozymandias’ and not ‘Ramesses II?’ Well, the name Ozymandias is Greek for Ramesses II, that’s why.”

Niki walks over to the computer that Technoblade is using to project “Ozymandias” and scrolls up. She highlights the name “Percy Bysshe Shelley” and then the year 1818, both facts displayed under the title. 

Once Niki’s finished, Technoblade adds, “In order to dissect a poem’s meaning, you cannot solely look at the words. Context, specifically historical context, is what you should all be focusing on. European Literature is a class involving studies of written works throughout history, and those works have been written by authors who drew upon the history known to them at the time of their writing and emulated opinions regarding those events in their writing, which we examine today.”

In your overflowing binder which you still haven’t cleaned out since last semester, you flip to a random page and write “Ozymandias” on the header. You draw a bullet point with the words “historical context” and nothing else.

You look at your paper with the slightest of smiles, amused by your lack of care. You send a silent thanks to your guidance counselor, whether it was an intentional move or not, for creating a schedule with many courses that reflect the timetable of your college friend, Jamie, who sits in the chair to your left. 

When Jamie looks up, you say, “Look at my half-assed attempt at notes.”

She shrugs and says, “It’s better than no notes.”

“Touché,” you say, staring at her lack of material. “Well, at least we’re here at all. I mean, if I’m paying nearly 30 grand for a college education, I might as well not skip.”

You and Jamie are startled out of your short side conversation when the horrendous sound of chalk scratching against the blackboard begins to ring throughout the classroom. Technoblade, whose handwriting is notably just as bad as the sound of the chalk, has written: Diodorus Siculus. 

With the name written down, the professor continues his lecture. He says, “I’ve written the spelling of Diodorus Siculus out for future reference. Who was he? A historian. An ancient Greek one who reported in his Bibliotheca historica that at the base of a statue of Ramesses II, there was an inscription. The engraved words stated: ‘King of Kings Ozymandias am I. If any want to know how great I am and where I lie, let him outdo me in my work.’”

Niki taps on the professor’s shoulder and begins to whisper something in his ear. You take the interruption in Technoblade’s lecture as a reminder to continue taking notes. 

As you jot down a few bullet points about Diodorus Siculus from Technoblade, your eyes can’t help but wander. It’s as if they have a mind of their own, honestly. But on second thought, you think that even if you did have firm control of your eyes, you would choose to ogle at the cute stranger anyway. 

Your center of attention, the pretty student, shifts out of the corner of your eye. Subsequently, your hand momentarily stops writing to stare at a particularly interesting piece of their wavy brown hair. It juts out of the beanie and obscures their vision. Although they move to shove the hair out of their eyes and back into the beanie, it falls back down again until they give up and let their hair win the battle. 

“Good grief,” you sigh. The sound is accompanied by a much stronger swear as you mull over your actions for a few more seconds. 

Jamie furrows her brows and tilts her head.

In response to her visible confusion, you say, “I’ve spent a good two minutes just staring at that hair.” 

You nod toward the student who has caught your affection attention. Jamie squints, then lets out a sigh as she shakes her head. 

Following the slightest of an exasperated smile, Jamie says, “Okay?”

“You have nothing else to add?”

“No.” 

“Really?”

“Mate, it’s good hair, but they look like every other white boy.”

You can’t deny it.

From Jamie’s tone of voice, you could tell that she is aware of your fascination with the handsome student. Unlike you, your crush seems to be paying proper attention to Technoblade. You follow their gaze back to Technoblade’s collared dress shirt and freshly pressed navy trousers. Although you’re not opposed to his professional attire, you can’t help but decide that the beanie-clad student below you is dressed far better. Unfortunately, Technoblade does not wait for you to finish your silent comparison of his clothing to the pretty stranger. 

The professor continues his speech, saying, “Shelley, the aforementioned author of ‘Ozymandias,’ was inspired by Siculus. Oh, and before I forget, I mentioned before that there were two Ozymandias poems. It’s true, since Shelley and his friend Horace Smith indulged in a writing competition together where they both described Ozymandias. Anyway, side note aside, Shelley was trying to convey a particular theme through his words. What was it, then?”

Technoblade pauses in his verbal explanations and picks up the chalk again, much to his students’ collective exaggerated despair. You copy what he’s written on the blackboard onto your notes without a verbal complaint this time, writing, “theme: all power is temporary, regardless of a ruler’s extensive ego or control.”

The professor drops the chalk down and returns to his initial spot by his laptop. He scrolls down to the bottom half of the poem and reads some lines aloud. “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains.” 

Technoblade gazes into the crowd of students before him, and asks, “Can someone take a shot at explaining the juxtaposition here?”

When no one offers to do so after 11 excruciatingly long seconds, you pity the professor and raise your hand. Technoblade’s sour expression turns grateful and he nods for you to state your opinion.

You say, “Well, Shelley paints Ramesses II out to be prideful. After all, Ramesses calls himself a ‘king of kings’ in the inscription described on the pedestal of the visage, and yet, the previous theme is reflected in that there is ‘nothing beside’ the visage to ‘despair’ as Ramesses claimed. So, the juxtaposition is that Ramesses brags about being great, yet his legacy gave way to nothing that has withstood the test of time. Additionally, the statue is described to be ‘half sunk’ and ‘shattered,’ and therefore ruined and forgotten, which is another set of contrasting qualities.”

Silence stretches across the classroom, and then slow applause comes from Niki. 

“Great interpretation,” Technoblade says, with nothing else to add.

“For lack of a better word, I think he got startled at my talented analysis,” you whisper to Jamie. 

“Talented, my foot,” she responds, and the two of you attempt to hold back your laughter with poorly-disguised coughs.

Suddenly, the deep voice from earlier says, “If I may add?”

Your brows furrow, as you have no idea who just spoke.

Technoblade replies, “Of course.”

“While the poem focuses on Ramesses II or Ozymandias, there lies a greater implication that it is all rulers who will undergo the same fate, including political authorities and monarchies. Like King George III, for example, who had a reputation for tyrannical behavior. I mean, it was around the end of George’s reign that this poem was written.”

The speaker trails off, glancing at Technoblade for approval to continue.

“Holy shit, the pretty stranger is the deep voice from earlier!” You swear under your breath, tracing the voice back to the beanie-clad student that you’ve been attempting to avoid looking at. You’ve been failing, of course, and this newfound discovery of their objectively nice voice stirs your impression of them further. 

When Technoblade nods for them to continue, they say, “At the time, George really could have been considered the most powerful man alive, with the 13 colonies spread across North America and other smatterings of colonies across the western hemisphere. Of course, his name was smeared by the ultimate success of the American Revolution by Americans who did not ‘despair’ in the face of his ‘works,’ thus rendering George’s legacy as nothing but a sign of failure.”

As if right on cue, smoke detectors begin to ring just as the pretty stranger’s response ends. There is nothing you wish more to do than get to know the well-dressed student who you’ve been obsessing over throughout the lesson. 

“Damn, must be that culinary class again.” Technoblade bites his tongue to avoid saying any stronger swears. “And with that, I’m taking that as a sign that our lesson is over. Nothing’s due for next class. Office hours are open today at 4, but don’t come unless you bring me a cup of earl grey. No sugar or milk or cream, just black. If the building burns down, there will be no office hours. Au revoir.”

With that, students around you stand up, lugging their bags over their shoulders for lunch. The attractive student is among them, and as you realize how tall they are, you fall even more for them. 

“Blimey,” you say, unable to hold yourself back as you turn toward Jamie. If you could inconspicuously fan yourself right now, you would. “The super low voice is the handsome stranger? And the handsome stranger is smart as hell? Intelligence has never looked this,” you pause, then settle for the word “delicious.”

“You’re so fuckin’ weird, you know that?” Jamie says with her back turned to you. She’s sorting the items in the chair to the left of her, where her jacket and other objects lay. After shrugging her jacket onto her shoulders, she grabs her backpack and faces you as she stands up.

“Oh, but you love me, Jamie. You’re my person, my best friend. Your only friend, really.” You do not pause to let her refute your claims and instead shove your notebook and laptop into your shoulder-destroying tote bag. “Besides, I’m hungry. Food is on my mind. Lunch in the city?”

“Lunch in the city,” she affirms with a nod, then with the slightest of smirks.

Your brows furrow at her expression, wondering why Jamie has such a dastardly smile plastered over her face. 

Suddenly, someone taps your shoulder, and you turn around. Your eyes meet chocolate brown ones. 

“Wilbur Soot, he/him.”

Your eyes widen at the pretty beanie-clad student, shocked by his forward behavior. Internally, you question why the cute stranger before you would want to talk to you. It would have taken you several classes in order for you to muster the courage to ask when an assignment was due. 

Spluttering due to your juvenile crush, all you can say after sharing your name and pronouns, is, “I thought you left.”

With a grin, he says, “Couldn’t leave you without your deep-voiced, intelligent, handsome stranger now, could I?”

When he steps forward, you can see his light brown eyes glitter, highlighted by the weak glow from the dull lights in the classroom. A gorgeous smattering of freckles lies across his cheeks like the stars in the night sky. His cheeks are reddening by the second and his lips are turning up at the corners. If a smile could melt you, it would be this one. 

Wilbur Soot is even prettier up close. 

“I know, love,” he says, with a cheeky smirk that causes your heart to spasm. “Go on a date with me?”

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Hello! With Techno having returned to the SMP with a jail break, why not a lil imagine

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Gender-Neutral pronouns Word Count: 1.5k CW: Reader has bad mental health, mentions of not eating, cursing

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"Holy fuck Phil" Techno breathed heavily, clutching his stomach as he curled in on himself.

"It worked!" Phil was ecstatic. The plan to get his best friend out of jail had actually w o r k e d. 3 months late mind you. Phil was too excited to notice the look of worry on his best friends face. A rare sight that Phil seemed to skim over. Heaving, Techno gripped the back of his chair to stand himself upright, trying to catch his breath. Which ultimately didn't work when what little oxygen that had entered his lungs were immediately coughed out as Phil tackled him into a hug. Techno froze. Dream wasn’t exactly the most affectionate. Especially not to Technoblade. He hasn’t had any type of affection since the day he decided to visit. which happened to be a kiss and a hug from you. Techno shook his head, wasting no time in grabbing Phils shoulders and pushing him off of him. Phil stared at Techno incredulously, disbelief. His best friend that had disappeared for 3 months was finally back.

And still as cold as ever.

Technoblade stared at Philza intensely, stilling gripping the shorter man by the shoulders.

"You alright mate?" Techno twitched as he heard the words fall from Phil’s mouth. Oh how he had longed to hear him talk. Not that he would ever verbally admit it. He coughed, averting his eyes down to his pants as he pretended to wipe off any dust.

"Uh... yeah I am fine Phil." Phil quirked his head to the side, a soft smile on his face as he looked at Techno. Standing awkwardly in silence, Technoblades worry had returned. Remembering what he needed from Phil. A simple request really.

"Phil. Where are they?"

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Angry was an understatement. He had left you for 3 months. MONTHS without a word or a trace.

Interrogating Phil for Technos whereabouts was no use. Every time he saw you for even a split second, he would be flying away surrounded by his crows. In the beginning, he would talk to you. Saying,

"Nah, haven't heard anything from Techno, sorry mate" "Oh you know how he is, he's probably gone to let out some steam. He'll be back soon enough"

But by week 2 of the questioning, he began getting fed up. Knowing he wouldn't be able to face you without cracking.

Each day was harder and harder to cope with. Things in your life had started to crumble and completely fall apart. You never realised how much you needed Techno, well, depended on Techno to support you emotionally. You had Ranboo, but nowadays he's with Tubbo and Michael nearly 24/7. There was Philza, but he's been avoiding you, knowing Technoblade wouldn’t want you to know where his was.

Things had gotten tough alone in the Tundra. You refused to go to Technos house, hell you refused to even leave your own. You had stopped catering to your farm, letting Phil do all of the dirty work. Eating became minimal. Only doing so when you truly had to. These past 3 months were probably the worst months of your entire life. The only thing occupying your time is being curled up in a ball in your bed. Swaddled in blankets as a baby would be.

So when you heard those 4 rhythmic knocks you had been longing to hear for these past few months. Your heart raced, excitement blooming. A smile stretched towards your eyes, causing the apples of your cheeks to turn a bright red, eyes crinkling. Desperately trying not to get tangled within the sheets, you bolted out of your room and down the stairs to open your front door. Hoping, wishing, knowing, who was going to be behind it. As expected, when you opened the door. There stood the Blood God himself.

His usual soft pink hair, now matted and frizzy, no longer in a braid. His bright ruby eyes, wearing his golden framed glasses he claims to hate so much. (which Sam so kindly let him wear in the prison as his contacts had dried out) Pointed ears adorned in gold jewellery, which he admittedly put in before he saw you as he had taken them out before he visited Dream, as Sam would have forced him to. Red robe nowhere to be seen, only wearing a cotton white shirt stained with various different patches from wearing it for so long. Stubble had grown over the lower half of his face. Techno was never able to grow a beard.

You took in his appearance, not caring how disheveled and gross he was at that moment. He was him. He was there. In person. With you. Tears immediately fell down your face, a loud sob escaping your throat. You couldn't contain yourself. All of these pent up emotions had finally been let out in one gut wrenching cry. You threw yourself at him. Taking in his warmth and scent. He snorted at your antics. Missing the way your cheek rested against his shoulder, and how your arms fit perfectly around his neck, successfully trapping him against your body.

If he thought he missed Phil, he didn't even know what this feeling was. No words could describe what he felt as he was gone. Of course he missed Phil, Phil is his best friend, his partner in crime, father-figure. But you... You were different. Technoblade loves you. Different from how he loves Phil. No, he is in love with you. Being away from you for so long with no way to contact you was eating him from the inside out. There wasn't a second he wasn't in pain in that godforsaken prison. Wanting nothing more than to hold you against his chest, cherishing in the warmth of your hands on his scalp as you massaged his head softly. As you were doing in this moment.

Your body wracked in his arms, sobbing loudly, tears making a wet patch in his shirt. Not that he minded. He pulled you impossibly closer. His head tucked in the space between your neck and shoulder just taking in your scent. Tears of his own fell down his cheeks, trying as hard as he could to suppress them, but try as he might, he ultimately failed.

"Fuck Tech" you murmured against his skin, voice wavering in the process. He inhaled a sharp breath humming in acknowledgment.

"I know" he whispered, wanting this moment to never end. Unfortunately for him you pulled away. A whine had escaped his throat at the loss of contact. If anyone could make Technoblade become vulnerable, it was you, and only you.

"God" you said staring at him once again. Your hands were resting on his shoulders as his lightly pressed against your waist, tightening the longer you stood there. Never wanting to let go of you again. "At this point..." you trailed off, trying to find the right words. You looked behind him at the snow, before looking down at your feet. Wrong move. One of Technos hands immediately left your waist to grab your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes once again.

"Please" he pleaded quietly. "Please don't look away, I'm scared I'll disappear again. That this is all a dream" His heart was thumping against his rib cage at the confession. He was almost certain you could hear it. You smiled at him softly. Lifting a hand to meet his against your cheek, nuzzling into it slightly before grabbing his and moving it back to your waist. Moving your arm back around his neck, resting in the same position as before.

Never breaking eye contact.

"I promise to never look away, unless you do it first" You bargained with him, he laughed softly. “And i promise that this isn’t a dream”

"In that case, I think we're going to be stuck on your porch for the rest of our lives." He smirked, reveling in the way your eyes crinkled as you laughed, a bright smile littering your face. You calmed down staring at him lovingly.

"At this point Techno" You continued what you were saying before Technos anxiety had spiked. "I don't give a shit about where you were or why you were gone for so long. I'm just glad you're finally back"

He giggled. Which had shocked you. You didn't think Techno even knew what giggling was, let alone having done it himself.

"I love you" He whispered as he started to lower his head towards yours.

"I love you too idiot" Murmuring just loud enough for him to hear, before meeting him half way and pressing your lips against his. His small tusks grazed your cheeks slightly, immediately lighting up with blush. God how you had missed this feeling. The kiss was soft. But passionate. Pouring both of your emotions into it. The grip he had on your waist lightened before he wrapped his arms around your lower back, pulling you as close as humanly possible. The two parted for a split second to catch their breath before diving back in.

They had a lot of catching up to do.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Did anyone else see Phil read technos will live??? I sobbed. It wasn't even sad.

Thats a lie i am lying to myself.

Have a good day/night :)

-Birdy

Yo, I can just imagine technoblade walks into a room and sees his darling dressed in his armor. But like the armor is to heavy/big for them. So they stumble to face him, and they are like, "I'm the one protecting you today!"

Just like Ahh! I can't-

(Not a request)

(I will also be using this "form" of technoblade in this fic) (btw this isn't my art, the original artist is here @ArtLinxi)

~<{-Technoblade-}>~

Taming God

'Life up in the heavens was, for the most part, perfect. It's something that mortals don't even have the brain power to imagine. It looks like whatever you want up here. If you like it raining, it shall rain. Snowing, it shall snow. It is like this for everyone in the heavens. The heavens are a place only the gods may travel to and from. No mortal greedy hands may even graze the silk clouds. They may only look at it with hopeful and envious eyes. Even when the mortals were first made, they tried their damn best to reach the holy deity of nature. Some tried to fool them, and say they were trying to thank them.

The Deity of nature is no fool. As punishment the holy being made the animals mute, and put boundaries so the flying mortals could not reach her.'

His eyes looked at the words, as he read in a low whisper. He had practically already memorized this book with the amount of times he had read it. The piglin hybrid closed the worn out book with a small 'pat' coming from the book as it's hard cover closed. He set it down, his ears twitching in the direction of the crackles from the fire. It's warm light reflected onto his paleish skin.

A long exhausted sigh left the pink haired man's lips, as he leaned back into the deep red soft chair. To him it was his humble throne, a place where you can watch the world fall apart and rebuild itself again. Or and that's what he liked to believe. On days when he was snowed in like he had been for the past few days, he always picked up that one book. The book that described the rise in the fall of every creature on this world. It describes the deity of nature, and how cruel but kind they could be. One quote had always stuck out to the Piglin mix. The quote read, "The nature deity is kind, but never fair."The quotes stood out like a dandelion in the garden. It's words spoke so true, but he just kept reading the book to read over that line just one more time. Oh how he wished he would one day be able to meet the fine Deity that was described in the book. The book would describe how soft their hair was, how no fine silks could even compare. It described how gentle their touch was. It's said that the bird's feathers compared to their touch felt like a rock. The books spoke of how delicate their voice was, in sirens of the seas could only wish to mock their tone. The book's words described how the deity's eyes could pierce one soul, but make an entire universe's knees weak with just a wink.

But as the hours passed as the man kept reading the book, the snow began to clear. And he was able to go outside once again. He did have some errands to run, so he suited himself up with the finest armor that he had. And went out on his journey.

The piglin hybrid had traversed through many different biomes through his days, but this one was different…

He has come across it while emerging from a nether portal, and has expected the normal grassy valley that was so we'll known. But instead he was met with a forest full of every different kind of tree. Green grass littered the ground, with flowers of all kinds spreading their places on the ground. There was a slight breeze blowing leaves on the trees. Letting the small thimble of leaves echo through the forest. As the anarchist hunter cautious, yet curiously began to explore this new found terrain. His eyes wandered every inch of the world. His ears picked up the sound of a nearby river, and his nose overwhelmed with all the floral smells. As his booted feet took delicate steps, his royal looking red cape dragged on the ground slightly. He was uninterrupted, as he kept walking through the forest. Until his ears twitched, picking up the soft humming of a different being. His eyes directed themselves into the direction of the noises, as he unsheathed his sword. He made careful and slow movements to the sound. It seemed whenever the humming began, a small breeze picked up. As the pink haired hybrid came upon the sound, his eyes grew wide. Staying hidden behind the trees he stared at you.

You were just how they describe in the book, but so much better! Your

hair was slightly messy, in a cute way, it was decorated with flowers and flower crowns. You had multiple horns atop your head. One pair was on the middle of your head, of which resembled an elk's. They stood tall, but intertwined with the air and separated in every other direction. Vines of lavender had climbed themselves up and onto these horns. While sitting on the side of your head were ram like horns, that twisted in what seemed like a never-ending spiral. Various different rings decorated these. The last set of horns resembled a backwards L-shape. With the pointed end connected to your head. These horns wore small flower crowns at the base. The garments that you wore were loose and flowy, stopping just above your knees, the sleeves seemed to represent wings. The colors of your clothing were indescribable. You sat on the ground, in a patch of grass, as your fingers delicately plucked the strings of the harp. Humming along to the tone.

The piglin found himself, slowly walking closer, but with his lack of focus he carelessly moved his foot right in front of a root that decided today would be a great day to stick out of the ground. And just as every other living being with legs trips, so does the blood god. The man fell face forward, with a pokey bush to help cushion his fall!

The sudden noise caused you to jump up, and back away, ready to use your godly abilities to scare away any danger. A groan left the bush where the piglin landed. You frowned your brows, and your goat-like ears on the side of your head twitched.

"Who goes there?" You ask firmly, "Friend or foe? I demand, as the ruler of this great land you show yourself!"

The man in the bushes, heart skipped many beats. You were so firm with your orders.. The piglin was quick to stand, with his hands raised and walked out from the shadows.

"My name is Technoblade," he said, walking forward enough for you to see him. "I am a friend…"

You stood tall, despite your size difference, (him being taller/slightly taller depending on your height).

"What is your business here?" You demand.

This caught Technoblade off guard. But how could anyone be on guard in this place? It was wonderful, and if the garden of Eden was real this place would put it to shame. Technoblade stuttered, trying to find an answer. His mind seemed to completely stop in time, his throat closed up and his palms grew sweaty. He cleared his throat, and in return you grew impatient.

"Well? Answer my question!"

"I-i was wandering around and came across this place-" he tried to explain, but was quickly interrupted by the tirade that was you.

"How did you get in here?"

"What magic did you use to find me?"

"Are you here to cause harm?"

"Did a witch put you up to this?"

"Did you come here to harm my children of the world?"

"Did one of the other gods put you up to this?"

"Why are you here?"

"Why did you come to me?"

"Who told you about this place?"

You spoke with a raised voice, keeping your firm tone.

Technoblade stumbled over his words trying to answer your abundance of questions. Though the more you inquired Techno, he noticed the sky greyed with the incoming rain clouds.

"Hey! Hello?" You waved your hands in the air to get his attention.

Your tries succeeded, as his eyes went from the sky back into you. But instead of answering your question, to your displeasure, he gave you a confused hum. You glared at him, getting a better look at the man standing in front of you. He stood at about 6'2-6'3. He had ear's similar to yours, where they stuck out from the side of your head. His ears wore beautiful gold earrings of varying styles. He wore a crown, and a loose white dress shirt. His hair looked soft, and was a light color of pink. He had styled it in a loose half up half down. But the thing that stuck out most to you, was his red kings cape, it was beautiful. In other words...he was handsome. You were quickly knocked from your thoughts when the man named Technoblade began to talk.

"Well, I got here through a nether portal. I thought this place was odd, so I began to walk around. That's when I heardyour humming, and was curious. I may assure you oh great deity; I had no ill intentions." He tried to reassure you.

You didn't let your guard down, but you did lower your shoulders slightly.

"...So you need help getting out of here?"

"Yes." Technoblade nodded, his hair bouncing slightly with his nod.

You sighed, as you began to walk closer to Technoblade, you earned the reaction of him backing away slightly. In return you raised a brow and laughed like a child.

"What are you scared?" You teased.

You only earned a huff from the piglin like man. With the roll of your eyes, the two of you were off to find the nether portal Technoblade had entered through.

You had barely started the small search, and it was already agonizingly quiet. The only sound that filled the large space between you two was the crunching of sticks and leaves under your feet. Not even the bird's tweets were loud enough.

"So...um... Technoblade right?" You said, making a weak attempt to try and start a conversation.

"Yes." He answered bluntly.

You only nodded in response. As the time flowed by, you kept count of every single minute. You flipped your head back in annoyance, this made Technoblade tilt his head in confusion.

"How long did you walk?" You complained.

Technoblade shrugged slightly, "I'm not sure, I got lost…"

You mumbled a complaint under your breath. You weren't normally like this, it's just that he interrupted your harp time! You would be fine, any other time. You had stopped in your tracks, have had enough of this mindless wondering. You placed your hand onto a tree, letting the rough texture of the bark rub against your soft palms. You lifted your head with a small slant, allowing more smells to flood into your nose. And your ears twitched slightly forward allowing sounds to crowd within your hearing.

As the smell of rotting flesh, and a misty ghost cry hit your hearing and smell you immediately knew where the portal was. You took off running, catching Technoblade off guard he kept to hurry after you.

You two had been running for less than two minutes before you reached the portal. But unlike you normally would, you wanted to walk this Technoblade back to his residents completely. You have no idea what caused this feeling, maybe it was because the silence that you two shared, it wasn't uncomfortable. Silence was oddly satisfying, and filling of the heart. The feeling reminded you of when you were young and just finished a huge feast. I would leave you with this aching stomach, but you had no regrets because it was delicious. The warm food going down your throat was comforting. You straightened out your shoulders before speaking.

"I wish to walk you fully back to your home, to make sure you get there safely."

Technoblade was a bit taken aback, but he walked over to you and stood at your side. A slight expression of worry coated his face.

"Are you sure you'll be okay in the nether?" He asked with a thread of concern lacing his words. He only earned a nod in response.

As the two of you continued your journey to his home in the tundra, you began to open up slightly. You learned about his anarchist views, and how he has a slight constant want for violence and chaos. This confused you ever so slightly, it reminded you of the war God. But as he opened up like a chest bearing treasures that you could never have imagined, he kept trying to pry your lock to open yours. He was so willing to tell you about his life, well most of it anyways. He wasn't going around telling people about the voices all willy-nilly.

But the constant prying at the lock of your chest finally broke, it shattered across the ground like a vase as if a child would break it. The blade had finally gotten you to open up. To tell him about your life is a deity. What it's like taking care of nature, your views on humans and other creatures that build towns and fires. He asked you many questions, like,

"Why did you make natural disasters a thing?"

"How come so many things die? Do you enjoy causing that much chaos?"

"How come you made this creature this way?"

"Do you ever regret any of your creations?"

"Describe the heavens to me, won't you?"

"Where do us mortals go when we die?"

He bombarded you with these questions as you had bombarded him earlier. Was this revenge? But with each question that he asks, You only gave a vague answer and response. But as the two of you kept walking slowly with your journey, The shadows grew closer connecting slowly. The moon rose and the sun fell, night had come.

Technoblade's guard was immediately up. You may be a deity but these dumb monsters do not know their God. You were touched by his sudden protective side.

It wasn't long before you came upon his home. If you were being honest you were quite impressed. Techno offered you inside to have a cup of tea as a thanks. Of course you accepted.

~

You sat on the plush red chair, it was quite comfy. It cradled all the right points in your back, It was certainly a good chair. As you looked around you noticed that the walls were full of bookshelves. You decided to bring it up in conversation.

"So you're a big reader, huh?" You inquire informally.

"I guess you could say that, I only really do when I'm not outside or causing trouble somewhere else. Being an outlaw I can only do so many things. Reading was luckily one of those things. Anyways the tea will be ready soon." He ends off his explanation by informing you the time of your beverage will come soon.

As the time came for the tea kettle to let out it's a quite annoying screech. Your warm beverage was soon in your hand. The fresh smoke raised from the top of the cup.

A small puff of cool air from your lips, attempted to rid the drink of some of its heat. This of course was going to take more than one attempt. So instead of looking like a dying puff of fish you decide to just let it cool on its own. But when the drink is ready, your lips touch the warm cup. As you tilted it at a slant so the liquid would fall into your mouth. The warm tea made contact with your taste buds, causing a concert of flavors to run through your mouth and down your throat. The taste of lavender and honey invaded your mouth. And a content size left your lips.

"It tastes wonderful." You comment, earning but a slight knowledge from the piglin.

But the more you drink the delicious sweet tea, the lighter your head grows. Your eyelids grow heavy as if it felt like they were holding weights. A small yawn leaves you, as you quickly find yourself ascending into the world of dream. Your mind letting it state fall into the warm grasp and cuddly hold of sleep. The piglig stood by and watched, with a sickly smile painting his face.

He finally had you. The Great nature deity that they had described in the book so many times. You were his. His god. His savory, he finally had in his grasp. You were so much better than described. Your fiery personality was so much more than written down. Your beauty surpassed expectations. You were perfect for him. He had been watching you for a while. It wasn't his first time in that forest. He just played dumb so you would hopefully help him. He had always watched from a distance, watching you hum and dance around. It was a beautiful sight to see you act like that, thinking that you knew no one was around.

That book was the only thing that kept this man sane, until he could get his greedy hands onto you.

They said it was impossible. Just imaginary, to even speak to a god. Let alone kidnap you. Yet here you were, asleep and at his mercy. You truly were so naive. Now you might be questioning, how is he going to keep you locked away? Simple. He won't. He'll put you back into your little forest, but make sure he will be the only one that is able to enter and exit at will. He can't risk you getting away, or other people getting curious.

Technoblade may be a sweetheart, but he is not dumb. You are his, and you need to learn that. But it is okay, if that might take a while. He has all the time in the world for you.

~

As you awoke you found yourself on the same patch of grass that you had once sat on. You continued on about your deity life completely unaware of the

spell that he had you under. You were completely naive of your captivity, until you try to leave. It doesn't matter how hard you fight. It doesn't matter how much you believe. It doesn't matter how much faith you have. It doesn't matter how determined you are. It doesn't matter how hard-headed you've become. You will have to come to terms with the fact that you are trapped in your own home. And once you figure this out. You will realize that a mortal. A feeble mortal. A speck of dirt compared to you. A small grain of sand and times huge hourglass. A simple mortal that wants nothing but chaos.

A mortal has tamed a god.

Word count: 3,158

I absolutely loved the Techno one shot you wrote and was wondering if I could request something similar? Maybe a role reversal, as in the darling is a mortal but yan!Techno is a deity of chaos/blood? It can be headcanons of how he "met" the mortal and took a liking to them or anything you'd want to write, really! I just really liked that idea.

Thank you! I'm glad so many people liked it! And I love this request ❤️

Triggers: gore described in detail, swearing, degration (not the kinky kind), god complex (?), And moderate yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy

-Technoblade-

I have a feeling Technoblade would be a lot more... aggressive and mean than normal Technoblade would be.

Like, he would want you to bow to him instead of him bowing to you.

But I think a just as equally aggressive and stubborn darling would suit him best.

How would you two meet?

~

Technoblade, a rough translation to "Blood God" from African origins.

Also translates to, "The immortal blood king," and "Never dying master of blood."

He was a ruthless god, known for starting wars just to cure his boredom.

To him, humans were just like a game of chess.

But here's the thing…

Chess is a boring game if you don't have someone to play with.

And Technoblade was growing bored of single player chess.

And a bored god of chaos is a no no.

That is when he came across you.

Technoblade had decided to come down from the heavens to walk among the land of mortals.

He usually didn't do this, as he'd prefer not to walk with peasants.

But, in a desperate attempt to cure his boredom, he decided to take a quiet walk in a big forest.

Meanwhile you were running with a bag full of little goodies from a nearby village.

You were running from the angry villagers and an iron golem.

You were glancing behind you, and weren't paying attention to the god in front of you.

Once you saw you had lost the villagers you looked ahead, only to be met with white shirt, and a little bit of a males chest.

You slammed into the god, and you were the only one to end up on the ground.

Technoblade looked surprised for a second before looking down at you.

Your bag had spilled open and all your little treasures had flown out.

Gems of emeralds, gold, and some pieces of iron were on the ground.

Technoblade kneeled down and picked up a brick of gold.

But before he could even stand up, your hand quickly grabbed the gold that he was holding.

Neither party was gonna be letting go of the gold.

After a small grunt left your lips you spoke, "Hands off boar! That's mine!"

The blood god scowled at your comment.

"Boar? And what makes you claim this as your own thief?!"

"I ain't no thief! I just am permanently borrowing these items! Don't act like you haven't ever raided a village boar!"

"I am not a boar! You stupid human! Has mankind really gone down this low?!"

"Oi! Why do you talk like some god?!"

You yelled at Technoblade to keep him busy while you sneakily began to gather the other items that had fallen out of the bag.

But Technoblade is no fool.

He saw what you were doing from the start, he just found you entertaining.

So he played along.

But your little yell war continued.

"I am a god!"

"Yeah right?! Of what? Little fuckin piglets!" You mocked him.

Technoblade's hand clenched in frustration, bending the brick of gold with it.

Your eyes quickly widened and you made fast movements to stand and back away.

"W-what the hell?!"

Technoblade smirked, "Do you believe me now?"

A bead of sweat greeted your forehead as it slid down your face.

"Yeah...sure thing. God of pigs!" You said and made a run for it.

But Technoblade didn't chase after you.

No.

He simply watched, and little did you know; he was going to keep watching.

~

Poor reader.

You caught his attention with your stubborn and bold words.

He was unsure if you were just stupid or brave beyond all hell.

Either way, you interested him.

And that was your fatal mistake.

~

Technoblade god, would watch you. He would work his magic to make sure your little thief self was safe.

But he would also slowly manipulate the world to make you more and more isolated.

There is one thing that hasn't changed between normal techno and god techno, and that is his want for you to rely on him.

But God Technoblade is so much worse.

He wants you to rely on him for everything.

Get up in the morning? Let him carry you out of bed to your wanted destination.

Need a bath? Let him wash and bathe you. Don't worry he won't do what you don't want...no matter how much the voices plead him to.

But...if you make things too difficult for him, he will make you pay.

If you constantly struggle when he holds you or cuddles you, or if you don't eat the food he cooks.

If you act ungrateful, he will make you rely on him.

How will he do that?

Well... he'll cripple you.

Blood God will make sure you can never move again.

Or at least on your lower half.

He will painfully break every bone in your legs starting from your feet upwards.

He'll make sure you cry and struggle.

He'll mock you:

"Oh now you're crying for my help."

"What's wrong little thief, can't handle the pain? I thought you talked all big."

"After this...I'll be the only one who can help you."

"Do you want my help now? Is that what you want?"

"I didn't think a lowly thief would be so ungrateful for this great message I'm giving them. Or maybe it's a bit too rough?"

You'll have to listen and feel the crack and shattering of your bones.

So...it's best not to struggle.

~

But don't worry, if you're a good darling, life will be full of riches.

But don't let the thought of the punishment ruin your fun little personality.

You can still tease him and all, just don't struggle physically, okay?

Now if you want to know how to make his man melt in your hands, while he is holding you ask him to read to you.

Or ask him a bunch of questions about war strategy.

Ask questions about the different god lore and which parts of it are true.

Ask him about past stories (tread carefully with this one, mainly stick to funny little light-hearted topics.)

Just be interested in him.

It'll make him feel good.

Or even better?

Play a game of chess with him.

It doesn't have to be serious, he actually prefers it like that with you.

~

In short: you're playing a dangerous game...when you catch his eye. And remember... DON'T STRUGGLE

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Thanks for reading!

Since I have now requested two god!Technoblade requests I want to claim 🐍Anon please,

Okay request time, Someone that hurt God!Techno MC, like full on got away before Techno heard about it.

Welcome to the chat 🐍anon!

This one is a lot more tame compared to my other god writings

Triggers: mention a manipulation, escaping, very brief mention of punishment, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

~Technoblade~

Let’s step back here and understand the situation better.

You didn’t just get away, you hurt him.

But, how did you hurt him?

Well, when Techno first took you in, he was very cold and distant.

He only would want to hold you, and never speak.

He never said affectionate words, would only just grunt and look at you.

It would normally take Techno about 4-5 months to actually loosen up around you.

But once he finally begins to open up, it just is up to you to push him.

So, in short, Techno opened himself up to you.

He gave you his thoughts.

He gave you his opinions.

He gave you his feelings.

He gave you the most precious things to him.

~

So now that we have that understood, how can you even hurt this tough man?

Well, like I said, he opened himself up to you.

And you now held his feelings.

If you were smart, you would take care of those feelings as he has taken care of you.

But instead, you used those feelings to an advantage.

You had Techno communicate his feelings to you, daily.

This put techno in the place where he genuinely thought you cared.

He thought you really loved him.

You finally accepted his love.

Or… that’s what the poor man thought.

He would have loved it if that truth was real.

But sadly, we all can’t have what we want.

So, you had finally worked your way to give the god a false trust.

So when you told Techno, you had a surprise and you needed to be alone to get it ready.

He had no problem leaving you alone to get it done.

He was very excited, so he went off to finish work.

He gave you your few hours of requested time.

So when he thought you had enough time, he knocked on the door.

“(Name)?”

“(Name)...?”

“....(Name)...?”

He waited a moment.

….

…

..

.

“(Name)! I’m coming in!”

With that, he busted through the door.

The window wasn’t open.

But it was obvious you escaped.

~

Sorry, but there is no way you can escape without him hearing about it, or discovering it.

But you were smart.

You knew how to hide, and how to destroy your tracks.

You knew the right places to hide, where it would take him a long time to even think to look.

And he was pissed.

He promised himself he would teach you a lesson.

~

It had been years since you got away from Techno.

You made a new life for yourself.

You were finally happy.

You didn't have to wake up stressing immediately like you used to.

You were now living in a duster village, and teaching at a small elementary school.

You had just finished up class, and gotten the children out the door.

You waved your last little kids a goodbye, before they went home.

And began to clean up the classroom, with a happy sigh leaving your lips.

After you shortly finished cleaning, you put your hands on your hips with a smile.

“All done.” You spoke to yourself.

“So, a teacher, huh?”

You immediately recognized the voice.

Your body froze in place.

Your muscles stiffened to a painful degree.

And your joints locked.

Your eyes widened to their limit, as your mouth slightly in surprise and shock.

Not the good kind of surprise.

A dark chuckle came from the figure standing behind you.

Who was it?

What struck such fear into you?

Technoblade, the blood god.

God of chaos and destruction.

He walked over to you, to face you head on

Your widened eyes, looked up at him.

His rough hand snaked its way to the side of your face.

His large thumb laid itself on your lower lip.

“H-h..how…"

"How did I find you?"

Technoblade chuckled from amusement.

"It took me a while, but I managed. Now didn't I?"

You couldn't even speak anymore.

Tears welled up in your eyes, as your shocked expression was slowly taken over by defeat.

"It doesn't matter how far you run. Or have good you hide. You can't get away from me."

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Hello! As you can see...I'm posting again. And I will be posting 2-3 times today, just to make up for the lost time. And as I am currently working on post #2, I just had a little idea to feed you little God! Techno readers of mine. So have this little idea to keep you entertained while I make your food of God! Techno.

Triggers: Nothing, just fluff and a bit of back story?

God!Techno

So like, what is it with God!Techno calling you "little theif"? Well...

If you haven't read the original post, you earned that nickname because you meet him while you were running from an angry village after stealing from them. But that doesn't have to be the only reason for your nickname.

I think he also calls you that because he likes to believe you were trying to steal his gold heart. So that's another he calls you that. Or you'll sometimes sneak on his crown/other expensive jewelry when you think he isn't looking.

But, techno would also call you his little racoon, because whenever he gifts you gold and shiney things, he notices your eyes light up, and you tend to keep them all in a little stash. That an just your size comparison.

Don't get me wrong, he also calls you normal stuff like sweet, love, dear, darling, etc.

But that is his favorite: Racoon and little theif.

:)

Hey! No need to add pressure or anything, but I really like that God! Techno fic:) I would like to request a part two but you don't have to if you don't want to, feel free to delete this if you don't want to! ✨✨

Of course I'll give you hungry hungry hippos a part 2!

Triggers: kidnapping, living with someone against your will, destruction of village, gore (no described in detail), bones being broken, delusional behavior, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, MAY BE TRIGGERS FOR ABUSE, unhealthy obsession, mention of unwilling relying on someone, mention of gruesome murders, mention of "being broken" (mentally shutting down), and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

God!Techno

There you stood, the god of chaos in your grade school house classroom.

Your hands trembled, while he smirked with amusement.

Your eyes fought the hard fight to not cry.

The tears threatened to break through the dam of your eye lashes.

Technoblade’s large hand snaked up to cup your cheek.

His thumb and pointer alone seemed big enough to crush your face.

But he was as gentle as ever.

His thumb graced your upper cheek, next to your eye, to wipe away the few stray tears that decided to leave your face.

A sniffle was the only sound that filled the silent room.

Time almost felt like it stopped.

“(Name), you were such a foolish little thief to think you could steal everything from me, and get away.”

“Don’t you know? All thief’s must pay their consequences…and you, my darling, have gone too far for me to just simply overlook this.”

Your eyes widen as you grab Techno’s wrist as you begin to cry and beg.

“No…no Tech…”

“Tech..please! Anything but that!"

Your begs would fall on deaf ears to the god.

It's not like he wanted to do this!

But YOU were the one to run!

But YOU were the one that made the mistake.

And YOU were the one who left him, and had stolen his heart.

So...you had the pay.

But, Techno grabbed you face with his hand and squeezed your cheeks

Your tears now falling into his palms Techno sighed.

"Why must you make this so hard?"

"You mortals are good at so little things, but one of the few you excel in is pulling heart strings...all it takes is a single cry from you and you have the world at your hands…"

Techno pulled you into a suffocating hug, as his tusks rubbed against the back of your neck, as he took in your scent.

Your breath hitched from the uncomfortable situation.

All you could think of is what was about to happen..

So...what would happen to you?

Well, it depends how you play your cards…

~

What if you continue to beg and plead to him, well then MAYBE, he'll give you mercy.

And you'll only walk away with a sprained ankle.

After that?

He'll take you back to his huge home in the heavens, and place you in your bed.

While you cry he will tend to your wounds.

He'll then hold you, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

After that, you'll be sure to always be by his side, for a long time…

~

What if you fought back?

Well, if you're fighting back with the thought that this will annoy him and make him let you go..well I fear to tell you, you are far wrong.

Fighting back will only make your punishment worse.

Instead of just walking away with broken legs, or a cut off foot.

Once again, all depending on how you fight back.

But, it's very rare that he ever even threatens to cut something off.

~

What if you shut down?

Like you just stop replying, no talking.

Well...this would worry Techno.

And don't think you can fake a shut down... he'll know.

But if you actually shut down, Techno will skip the punishment and try to comfort you.

He will do nothing, but try to please you until you start to reply.

And after you reply... you'll never be the same.

You'll just be like a little puppy dog to Techno…

~

What if you don't fight back and accept the punishment, with no pleading?

Well, he'll likely break either your ankle or your shin bone.

He'll then, just like the pleading response, treat your wounds and whisper sweet nothings to you.

He'll hold you and comfort you all you need.

He'll call you his good little thief for accepting your punishment.

~

Now, just because Techno is acting all calm means you are safe from the storm of his anger.

Oh no.

He has thought this through, thoroughly.

(This part applies to all responses except the shutdown.)

Techno will wait till you are in an okay-ish head space till he'll show you his work.

He'll bring you over to a clearing in the clouds that show your village.

He'll ask you all about your life in the village.

Just before, he starts to destroy the village.

He'll make lighting, small ish asteroids fall from the sky.

He'll have other creatures attack and destroy the people.

All while you are forced to watch in horror, as you listen to Techno laugh like a mad man, and hear the people's screams of agony and pain.

You as well get to hear Techno finally go off…

We all know where that leads…

~

In short: (no in short to many topics to cover)

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TFW: attempted murder. How would yandere dream and technoblade react to their darling faking affection to get close to them, but only to assassin them by the orders of L’manberg because they are secretly a loyal member of the nation?

On the off chance that you are shared between theses two...

Triggers: Possessive/obsessive behavior, mention of fighting, murder, character deaths, mention of isolation, mention of psychological torture, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy

Dream

Technoblade

Now…I must warn you dear reader…you have quite the pair with you.

They are basically the opposite kind of yanderes.

Techno only wants to worship you, while Dream wants you to worship him.

So…this will be a challenge for you little killer.

Are you up for it?

You better be.

So…let's say, you somehow catch both these pretty boys’ attention.

It will definitely be a computation for the first few weeks/ months.

But eventually, the pair will come to the conclusion to just keep you at Techno’s home.

It was either that or you are forced hip and hip with Dream.

**cough cough** #homelessteletubby **cough cough**

So, at least to say, Dream will be coming over a lot more often.

And if you stay with them long enough, he might even move in!

I’ll have to teach you, little killer, the proper way to act with these two.

So, to keep Dream interested, you’ll have to struggle a bit, but not too much.

Just enough to where it looks normal.

While with Techno, it's best to listen to what he says, and do everything he says.

Because in this situation, the one you're going to fear most in this “relationship” is the voices.

They are going to be the hardest ones to fool.

Now, how do you act if you are together?

Well it's rare, since these two will trade days of who gets you when.

In the mornings, you tend to be with Technoblade.

Even if you aren’t a morning person.

He doesn’t mind just cuddling with you, or taking you on a small relaxing horseback ride with Carl.

But, the minute it turns noon, it's Dream’s turn.

Dream usually wakes up around 10:30-11 if it's a relaxed day.

Dreams usually take you out on hunts or something like that.

And when it turns evening Dream will either take you to dinner himself, or that’s when he’ll hand you back to Techno.

But!

But there will be the rare occasion that they will share you together.

And when that happens, it's best for you to act more submissive and relaxed.

Evenings with them, together, usually are filled with Dream messing around with weapons or making plans and Techno just quietly reading, while you sit between the two bigger men.

Techno’s arm around your shoulder.

And Dream’s hand either around their waist, or hand on your thigh.

~

Now, let's say you’ve stayed long enough.

You have somehow not been torn apart by these two from their fighting.

You have somehow managed to work your acting magic and fool both the men and the voices.

Well..first off, that's impressive.

Secondly, congrats, Dream has moved in.

But you're still on the same sharing schedule.

I would imagine you assassination would go something like this:

~

It was early morning, before Technoblade even woke up.

You needed to get rid of the hunter first.

He could sneak attack you.

You wiggled your way out of Technoblade’s strong hold on you.

God, that got annoying.

No part of you felt remorse.

This was your job, your job for your country…Manberg.

As you carefully stood from the bed, not to wake the light sleeper next to you.

You knew Dream was a heavy sleeper, you could kill him easily.

Shit, you would kill him with his own axe.

As you left the room, placing your steps carefully, you had memorized what floor boards would squeak and which ones wouldn’t.

You walked across the hall to Dream’s room, and opened the door carefully. As you peaked inside, your face paled almost paper white.

But you didn’t let this small inconvenience affect you.

He left his Axe in his room.

So you took it.

It was heavier than you thought, and you weren’t used to it.

It would be a bit harder to fight with, but it was manageable.

As you made your way to the first floor where the kitchen was placed, and there you saw him.

He was cooking?

You hid the axe and acted like you had just woken up.

Dream had only heard you approaching, and looked up from whatever monstrous thing he was cooking.

When his eyes landed on you and a happy smile graced his face.

He had been a lot nicer since he had fallen for you.

“Morning, little doe.”

You gave him a sleepy smile.

“You look pretty cute in that hoodie, I must say.”

He said as he soaked in the sight of you in his hoodie that only went down to your lower thigh.

You hum in reply and walk over.

When you do meet Dream on the other side of the kitchen your free arm wraps around him.

“You ruined my surprise, doe.”

Before Dream could even fully turn around to face you as you had let go of him you were already swinging the axe at him.

~

Now this is when things get tricky.

You have two endings, one you successfully kill, or two you fail

~

Ending one:

You didn’t give Dream enough time to react and the axe ended up striking his collar bone.

He fell to the floor in pain, screaming out.

You quickly shut that up.

Your cold eyes were the last thing he would ever see.

After that, Techno was quite the fight, but you managed.

And when you returned to L’manberg, you were a hero.

You praised…

But…

Lucky you,…you have caught the eye of a certain god…

~

Ending two:

You hesitated on your swing, so Dream caught the axe and was quick to take you down.

He would tackle you to the ground with a large crash.

This noise would wake the piglin.

Least to tell you some explaining to do…

And your punishment will be a mix of isolation from Techno.

And psychological from dream.

By the end of your punishment you’ll never leave their sides!

~

In short: this will be a highly difficult job to pull of, and if you manage to do it, well..it all depends if you play your cards right~

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An idea I just had: forehead smooches for the yanderes (assuming that the taller ones were sitting/leaning forward/lying down when these happened)

I feel like Dream and Schlatt would be amused by it, since it’s such a small form of affection that you’re giving them

DreamXD, Techno and Wilbur would also be amused, but return the affection (with the voices now constantly demanding your affection)

Blob Dream and Ghostbur both letting out a small gasp/squeak before returning the forehead smooch, or as much as Blob Dream can do as a Blob. Probably just head rubs for him. But they will now surprise you with forehead smooches/head rubs if it looks like you’ve had a bad day. Thoughts?

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Oh boy! A lot of characters :) these are going to be more short and playfully. Not quite my normal head cannons.

Triggers: fluff, reader being mocked for their hight. Possessive behavior, and very mild like yandere behavior. This is safe to read for all.

Enjoy.

Dream

You giving Dream forehead kisses: He would be quite surprised, but happy. Dream would likely have to be either sitting/kneeling down for you to kiss his forehead. If not he’ll tease you by standing on his tippy toes to make himself taller, or he’ll just move out of the way. All while mocking your height (not everyone can be 6’2-or more Dream…)

Dream giving you forehead kisses: No matter where the kiss, it's going to drag on for longer than needed. So for forehead kisses, Dream will wrap an arm around your head to hold you in place while he gives an unneededly long forehead kiss. But he’ll also give you quick pecks randomly. The kisses can be a bit hard pressured sometimes.

Rating:7/10

DreamXD

You giving XD forehead kisses: it’s kinda hard, not gonna lie. But it is possible when he is sitting and working. And it's more like kissing the mask, but he still feels the pressure. XD will be very confused, and will ask what you just did, once you explain it he’ll go silent. He isn’t good with humans and their body language and affection language as a whole. You are as much of a learning experience to him, as he is you. So he will be very touched when you kiss his forehead for the first time.

XD givin you forehead kisses: Sometimes he will lift his mask to give you gentle and soft forehead kisses. But if he isn’t lifting the mask, then he’ll either copy the movement of a forehead kiss and put the bottom of the mask to your forehead and other times he’ll just do a forehead to forehead kinda thing.

Rating: 8/10

BlobDream

You giving Blob forehead kisses: It’s pretty easy to give Blob forehead kisses, when he isn’t moving around a bunch. But when you do kiss his forehead, all movements will stop. It’s like he is frozen in time. This only lasts for a few seconds when he starts to jump up and down at like mock 5. He will waddle and jump around squeaking from victory.

Blob giving you forehead kisses: well… he can’t, but, like XD, he will mock the movement and press his little smile to your forehead. Hopefully you don’t have a bad back, because you’ll have to bend over to let Blob give you forehead kisses. But he also will just nuzzle your cheek and hands.

Rating: 10/10

Wilbur

You giving WIlbur forehead kisses: Wilbur will be amused, but slightly confused of why you are doing this. But he has learned to not look a gift horse in the mouth. Wilbur will literally melt into your touch every time you give him or attempt to give him a forehead kiss. At times when he’s feeling cocky, he’ll make sure you have to use something to help you reach his forehead.

Wilbur giving you forehead kisses: Wilbur had been giving you forehead way before you started giving them to him. But Wilby is an aggressive yandere, so he isn't the most gentle all the time with stuff like this. In turn his forehead kisses will be forced onto you if needed. But the kisses themselves are harsh and just possessive.

Rating: 5/10

Ghostbur

You giving Ghostbur forehead kisses: He would be over the moon, but also a flustered mess. It would take a hot minute for Ghostbur to react and even process the sweet kiss. It is likely that you kissed his forehead while he was in the middle of talking. But when he does it he gets a hilarious expression. (Insert confused Deku face.) Ghostbur, like Wilbur, will melt into your touch with go puppy eyes.

Ghostbur giving you forehead kisses: Ghostbur will first ask you a million times if it's okay that he gives you a forehead kiss. But once you say the required yes a million times, he will give you forehead kisses very often, like when you're having a bad day or something. The kisses themselves are sweet, soft and gentle.

Rating: 10/10

Technoblade

You giving Techno forehead kisses: you will likely do this when he is reading to you. But Techno won’t freeze up like the others, no. He’ll just act like nothing happened and continue reading. Meanwhile deep down the man's heart is palpitating, and the voices are losing their shit. Some of the voices are angry-flustered and others are swooning and awning at how gentle you are. Techno will have a very light blush however.

Techno giving you forehead kisses: Techno’s main love language is physical touch, so after clearing it with you first, forehead kisses are pretty common. Most of the time it's his way of saying good morning and goodnight. It’s a good way to start and end the day with both of you. The kisses themselves are sweet, long, and meaningful.

Rating:9/10

Schlatt

You giving Schlatt forehead kisses: Yeah…no. This man will barely give you the chance. But if you somehow do give him one, he’ll freeze up for a moment. Schlatt would then slowly pull his gaze over to you and glare. He’s not happy on the outside, but he won't yell. He'll just tell you to leave him alone. But, deep down, he did appreciate it. That's if he’s not in a good mood. But if he is in more of a neutral mood/cocky, good mood. Schlatt will make sure you can’t reach his forehead and then mock you about your height. :(

Schlatt giving you forehead kisses: This never happens while you are awake. Schlatt doesn’t want to take the chance, so whenever you are sleeping, that's when he strikes. He’ll give you a fast kiss before getting his ram lookin’ ass out of there. The kisses themselves are actually soft and loving.

Rating: 6/10

What about someone who abused God!Technoblade's S/O before he met them?

Ooh. I like this one!

Triggers: Mention of abuse, description of abuse and extreme bullying, mention of possessive behavior, mention of gore and torture, mention of isolation, mention of attempt to gouge out eye, and yandere like behaviors. PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHEN READING THIS!

Enjoy.

God!Techno

Okay, so let's start out with a brief backstory.

You were an outcast in your village.

Specifically in your school.

Everyone hated you, why?

Simple, you came from a wealthy family, and for some reason your parents decided to live the humble life.

You were beaten to a pulp almost daily by your classmates.

Whether it was on your way to school or on your way home, the same group of kids would always beat you till your skin was full of bruises and scratches.

Shit, you even still had a few scars to this day.

One scar is under your left eye, from when one of these kids tried to gouge out your eye.

The group never gave you a specific reason for why they beat you.

But you could only guess because it was from your background and their growing envy of you.

Because those kids thought you didn't have to work a day in your life.

And they were right in a way.

You wouldn't have to work if you didn't want to, as long as you were smart with your money.

But you wanted to work, and feel useful.

And as you got older, the abuse from your classmates only got worse.

They would gang up on you even on weekends.

This got to the point where you stopped going to school, and leaving your house in a whole.

~

Now, how did big boy Techno find out about this?

Well, one day you were just chilling in his lap while he read, but the scar under your eye caught his attention.

He didn't say anything at first.

But slowly as the days went by, and his curiosity grew.

"Little thief?" He asks while at the breakfast table with you.

"Hm?"

"That scar, under your eye. Where does it come from?" He asks, putting down his book.

(Techno usually keeps you at his "house" (it's more like a huge cabin) in the tundra while he spends his days in the heavens working. But he'll sit with you for breakfast.)

"Oh, that? Just when I was bullied when I was a kid." You shrugged, as you try not to let it bother you.

This statement had all of Techno's attention on you.

"Please, my love, do continue."

And this will lead into a spiral of questions and answers about your past experiences with the bullies.

~

Now, what comes out of this?

Well, Techno would immediately take that day off to give you some late comfort and he would start to check in a lot more on your mental state.

Shit he might even come back home with some beautiful golden jewelry and may or may not just give you a crown.

He'll put the crown on you, along with his red king's cape and cup your cheeks and say.

"You are the royalty that even us gods must bow to."

And if you are still feeling shitty about yourself from what the bullies said, Techno will be sure to flaunt you off to all of his god friends.

And the god friends will not hesitate to compliment you, but from a distance.

They don't want to deal with an angry Techno.

~

Then what about the bullies?

Well, surprise surprise, they still live in the same run down villages.

And Techno will be sure to put them through hell.

Whether that is physically torturing them, or getting a certain XD to slowly ruin their lives and mental states.

They will go through living hell, and if you are cruel enough, Techno will allow you to watch them being tortured.

These bullies will scream for mercy.

But remember what they did to you reader.

Remember all that pain they made you go through.

Remember the hurt and agony from each insult and wound they inflicted onto you.

And let it sink in.

~

In short: Techno, obviously, would not take kindly to this, and will take the necessary steps to get back at your abusers :)

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I'm itching for some angst. Could I request for Technoblade accidentally killing the reader on the chase, they didn't die yet. They use the last time they have to spout their hatred to him and how they never love him. Techno's mind already sane on this part. I'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense

Alright! I got you!

Triggers: mention of unhealthy relationship, death described in detail, some serious angst, mention of blood, and yandere like behaviors (?). Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

Technoblade

He didn't mean to do it!

It wasn't supposed to go down like this!

It was his fault, all his fault.

It was over.

You were dead.

You no longer dwelled on this Earth.

You have moved on.

How could he go on?

How could he continue living without you?

It wasn't supposed to be his fault!

It was an accident.

But yet it was still all on him.

He was the reasoning for your death.

He was the reasoning for your demise.

For your fall from their world.

How did it happen like this?

All of this work just to end like this?

All the fighting.

All the struggle.

All the yelling.

All the crying.

All the smiles.

All the hugs.

All the kisses.

All the laughs.

All the smiles.

Just to end like this.

With Technoblade holding your cold limp body, as an arrow laid claim in your head.

Your eyes rolled back and half way closed.

Your lips were dry and cold.

Their once vibrant red color now faded from lack of blood.

Tears fell onto your blood soaked face.

As a mix of loud cries and small whimpers came from the large piglin mix holding you.

What happened?

~

Well...the worst thing happened.

You had finally gotten the golden opportunity, And you took it.

You were outside with Technoblade while he took care of his animals.

You sat in the snow just watching the horizon.

He thought he could trust you enough, so he went inside for a little bit.

But when he came back, you were gone.

There were footprints showing the direction you took off in.

Techno quickly grabbed his bow and arrows, and took off in the direction you took.

He was mad, and saw nothing but red.

Your heartbeat picked up, fueled by both fear and adrenaline.

The determination to get away ran through your veins as your feet dragged you through the deep powdery snow.

Heavy and quick breaths of cold thin air filled your lungs.

Your head was blank with only the thought of getting to safety filled your head.

You didn't care who you ran into, as long as they were anyone but Techno.

But your high hope of getting away was quickly crushed when you heard heavy footsteps and huffing behind you.

Techno was hot on your ass.

And you both knew it.

Techno drew his bow, ready to fire at your left shoulder to take you down, but you had different ideas.

In a quick thought to lose Techno, you took a sharp left.

It all just happened in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Instead of the arrow piercing your shoulder, it got the spot right above your left ear.

And it went deep.

You couldn't even take a new step before you tumbled to the ground, already dead.

Your blood now stained the snow.

Techno called out your name, and rushed to your side.

That's where he was met with the sight of your freshly killed corpse.

~

And here we are.

You're dead, and watching Techno mourn over your lifeless body.

Your spirit had tears down your colorless cheeks.

Why...why were you crying…

It was a mystery to the world.

Why you had cry over watching this man you hated so much, mourn over you.

Maybe it was because you really loved him deep down.

Maybe it was because you didn't want to die.

Or maybe it was how you died.

Maybe it was the realization of the situation you were in.

Why weren't you up in the afterlife?

Was there an afterlife?

All these questions were left unanswered by the universe.

Maybe they were better left unanswered.

Who knows.

All that currently filled his and your head was the current sights in front of you.

~

In short: (N/a).

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What about... God Techno with another god?

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Good idea!

Triggers: mention of death, mention of limbs being cut off, possessive behaviors, obsessive behaviors, unhealthy relationships, toxic relationship, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

God!Techno

Techno had always been a more secluded god.

Really only speaking when he felt his opinion was important.

He didn't talk to anyone about his anarchist views or his want for constant war amongst the humans.

All the other gods either looked bored, or just scared.

They acted like he was out of his mind.

But…

That's when you came along.

The god/goddess/deity of the rich, greedy, and fortune.

You weren't the most pure god, but you had your role.

Just as everyone else did.

You were kinda a pain in the ass to the other gods.

Always causing fights among them.

For you always had your people steal from the other gods' temples and bring them to yours or other's temples.

But your little scam wouldn't go unnoticed.

Techno always watched from the sidelines with amusement painting his face.

You were a little shit to say the least.

Maybe that's what caught his attention.

Or maybe it was how much closer you were to your followers compared to the others.

Or maybe how you would pray at other, less known, gods' temples.

You walked the line of kind and corrupt.

You were nice to those that deserve it, and cruel to those that have earned it.

Because in your eyes.

"The only excuse a cruel person has, is if the world they started in was cruel."

And Techno couldn't agree more with you.

But not only were you a little shit, but you also were one of the few that talked to Techno.

You didn't personally agree with his perspectives, but you like to listen.

Though you do find his opinions and thoughts interesting to hear about.

You also just like his personality.

He's a fun guy to hang around.

~

Well ..god Techno can't really force you to be his lover...since...you're both gods.

But he does pull out the good old manipulation and sob story!

This man will make you cry and feel bad for him, so you can comfort him.

He'll slowly make you fall into his chaotic hands, and keep you there.

There is no escape for you.

You will be introduced to Techno's possessive side very quickly.

He'll make it known what he likes and doesn't like you doing.

Talking to other gods?

No.

Looking at other gods?

No.

Interacting with your followers?

No.

Looking/talking to him?

Yes.

See? Simple.

~

It doesn't matter if you like this or not.

Techno threatens to tear apart each and every single one of your followers.

You can't let them get hurt!

What?

Did you think Tecno would treat you better if you were a god?

Oh honey, no.

You may be a god, but he is still so much more powerful than you.

And don't even think about trying to steal his followers.

You'll get your hands cut off.

Try and tell someone for help?

Say goodbye to your tongue.

Try to run away with the humans?

Say goodbye to followers and your legs.

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And after each punishment, he'll tell you the exact same thing.

"I told you, my little deity. You were trying to fight a war that you had already lost."

He'll just say with soft spoken words, as he holds your crying and struggling form.

~

In short: your situation isn't much better because you are god. It's not exactly worse. But it ain't better...

Word count: 563

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Oh great Madden, feeder of the brain worms. I have thought of yet another idea. Do you remember Technoblade with a blob reader? It also happpened to be the one where I asked to be 👑 anon, good memories. (for the sake of the ask, I shall refer to them as reader)

So, the reader has been doing their job, telling Techno’s romantic darling about how big of a softy he is, slowly gaining their trust and helping the darling to trust the reader… but the darling is a crafty one. They use the reader against Techno to try and escape, against the reader’s will. What would Techno do? Would he try to find a way to bring them both back, give up on the darling, give up on the reader, something else? Who do you think Techno would keep with him after all that?

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Interesting idea! And yes old memories 😌

Triggers: possessive behavior, toxic relationship, gore, darling being murdered in detail, manipulation, death, platonic yandere, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

Technoblade

Oh...my what a predicament you've gotten yourself into your reader…

Here you stand again in need of Techno's help.

Just like the day you had met the piglin man.

But now, it was seriously life or death and he had to play his cards right.

You had been getting friendly with Techno's darling, and telling them all about how good he is.

It was your job after all, to get friendly with the darling, but not too friendly.

But, if we are being honest here...if Tecno had to choose between a lover and a friend.

He would choose the ladder.

To Techno, friendship is so much stronger than a relationship.

Friendships are earned and built on a firm foundation that takes time to make.

Especially for Techno, you had to go through a lot with this man to be as close to him as you are.

You have seen Techno's ups and downs.

Meanwhile a relationship to Techno is something that can be weak.

They come and go like seasons.

And very rarely do they ever stick with you.

In other words friendships stay, relationships come and go.

So that's why Tecno reluctantly let the darling go.

~

So the darling let their death grip on you release along with the knife that was held to your neck.

You stumbled over your own steps towards Techno where he was quick to catch you.

He looked at you for any visible injury.

Once it was confirmed that you were not hurt, Techno grabbed his sword and ran out of the house after the darling.

Now many might think that Techno is going out to kidnap darling again.

Or maybe he is going back to beg them to come back.

Or something along those lines.

But..no.

Oh hell no.

He is going out to do the complete opposite.

He is going to kill that bitch.

He wants them to feel the fear and stress he felt for the short moment.

He will hunt the darling down for as long as it takes.

Tecno doesn't care.

Because once Tecno sees his prize, he's gonna do whatever it takes to get the prize.

So least to say, it was a wonderful moment for him.

The moment when darling was backed up against a tree.

Their cheeks coated with frozen tears, and their clothes splatter with blood.

The multiple wounds they collected while being tossed around by Techno we're freezing.

Their air could be seen from the could.

Their breaths were short and fast as the big piglin man slowly walked up to them.

His sword dripped blood.

It smells like new iron from the blood.

And that would be the last thing darling sees before the sword is plunged into their chest.

~

In every situation possible, Techno will always choose friends.

And you better hope you don't put Techno's friend in danger if you are his romantic interest.

Otherwise he just might need to listen to the voices…

~

In short: Darling is fucked, and you reader (as the friend) will always be put first. But still, over all, it's best to be very careful around Technoblade...

Word count: 524

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