Pairing:Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] Talking to animals is easy, especially when you can actually understand them. But talking to Dream? That’s a whole other challenge unto itself.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: inspired by dream being a disney princess with like 85 dolphins during the 4v1 manhunt finale :D i hope you all enjoy! i had fun writing this <3

Balancing the bag in your arms carefully, you peeked over the top to see the animal pen drawing nearer and nearer. Your eyes lit up at the sight, and you picked up the pace a fraction or two as you made your way over. Already, you could see the pigs sniffing at the air, their snouts turned toward you expectantly.

“Good morning, guys!” you greeted, coming to a stop just outside the pen. Heaving the bag into one of your arms, you used the other to reach inside. “I brought some snacks for you all.”

The pig closest to you—Darwin, you remembered vaguely—snorted at you. To anyone else, they would have heard just that: a simple snort. But the tone that reached your ears was anything but simple.

“Finally! We’ve been starving!”

Giving him a lopsided smile, you pulled out a carrot from your bag, reaching down to let him bite on. “Don’t you guys have all this grass to eat?”

As Darwin snapped his mouth shut around the carrot, he managed to warble out, “Yes, but quality over quantity, and grass gets boring after eating it for basically ever.”

You gave him a deadpan look, shoving another carrot towards another pig—this one was Rita. “That doesn’t negate the fact that I literally fed you guys yesterday,” you pointed out with a blank stare.

From the back of the pen, you watched as one of the cows rose up to rest its front legs on the side of the wood, grunting out at you. “That was yesterday,” said Pedro, “and this is today.” He let his jaw fall open and waiting. “Now, feed me.”

You giggled, dumping the rest of the carrots in front of the pigs to let them fight amongst themselves. “So demanding,” you joked as you stepped to the side.

Moving over toward the cows, you held out a few carefully tied bundles of wheat, shaking them in front of them. “I hope you guys will settle for wheat.”

Pedro didn’t even look up, his eyes still glued to the wheat you were holding up. “Do you even have to ask?”

With a laugh, you set it on the ground in front of him, watching with amusement as the horde moved in to engulf the pile of wheat entirely. Just a moment later, you felt a nudge at the back of your arm, and you turned to see a pair of horses eyeing you expectantly. You grinned at the sight, turning the bag upside down in your arms.

“And for you two,” you hummed, watching gravity naturally empty the bag onto their feeding tray, “I’ve got some apples.”

The white speckled horse standing to your left—appropriately named Snowflake—let out an appreciative whinny, ducking her head down to devour an apple. “Bless your soul, [Y/N],” she sighed in bliss. “Bless you.”

Smiling, you folded the paper bag onto itself and slipped it back into your pocket, leaning against the wooden fence with a hum. “Just try not to throw me off anytime soon,” you said with a teasing look, “and I’ll bring you as many as you’d like.”

“Are you talking to the horses?”

You jumped at the sound of a new voice—at the sound of hisvoice.Oh my god.

Of all the people you thought would possibly stumble upon you like this, he was definitely the last person who came to mind.

Whirling around, you felt your hands curl up into fists at your side, your heart leaping into your throat as you laid eyes on the man standing before you. His mask had been tucked off to the side of his head, leaving his freckled face free and open to the bright sunshine above.

“O-Oh, I, um, erm…” you stammered, your tongue stumbling all over itself. “Hi, Dream! I-I was just, uh—”

You could hear Snowflake snicker behind you, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you finally managed to sputter, “What are you doing here?”

The smile he flashed you was more dazzling than the sun, and you resisted the urge to sigh dreamily. “Oh, just taking a morning stroll.” His emerald eyes flashed. “You didn’t answer my question, though.” He gestured to the animal pen behind you. “Were you really just talking to them, or have I gone crazy?”

You felt your mouth go dry, your mind absolutely scrambling for words to form a coherent sentence. Behind you, you caught a glimpse of Darwin pressing his snout forward between the gaps of the fence.

“Is this the guy you like? What’s so special about him?” He tilted his head, then dug at the ground with a triumphant puff. “He’s got nothing on me.”

Before you could stop yourself, you turned, shooting a glare at him. “Sh-Shut up!”

Just a step ahead of you, Dream gasped, his eyes brightening with fascination. “You are talking to the animals!” He shuffled closer toward you. “Can you really understand them?”

Your breath caught in your lungs at his proximity, and you fidgeted as you spoke. “I, um, yeah.” When there was a beat of silence, you wilted under his gaze. “Sorry, I must sound cuckoo.”

His lips were parted in awe, and he shook his head at you. “No, no, I’m just so intrigued. Why did you never tell me?”

You lowered your gaze to your hands, fiddling with your thumbs. “I guess I… just didn’t want anyone to think I seemed crazy, or something.” Your voice grew quiet. “You probably don’t even believe me.”

Just then, you felt a hand settle on the curve of your shoulder. You nearly jumped right out of your skin, and you looked up to see Dream’s face just a few inches from yours. You wanted to melt into the floor.

He’s so close.

“I believe you,” he said softly, honestly lacing his every syllable. “You wouldn’t lie to me. That’s not like you.” His lips twitched up into a small smile, and you felt him squeeze your shoulder ever so gently. “Am I the only one who knows?”

You swallowed, then nodded your head, half-feeling like it would fall right off if you shook it too hard. “Y-Yeah,” you breathed, unable to tear your eyes away from his. “I didn’t really mean to keep it a secret—I guess it just sort of happened. I don’t really remember how this happened, either. I think I was just born with it? I’ve always been able to understand them.”

A part of you wanted to berate yourself for rambling, but you didn’t get the chance to think about it for a second longer before Dream was suddenly grabbing both of your shoulders, practically pressing himself up to you. Your face was aflame in a burst of dizzying affection and bashful warmth, his hot breath fanning over your cheeks obliviously.

Too close!

“That—that’s so cool!” he said, his eyes scanning your face with wonder. A moment later, he stepped back, releasing your shoulders. You missed his touch immediately, and you wanted to lean back into his warmth.

“We have to talk to every animal, now,” he sighed, almost bouncing up and down where he stood with excitement. You couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across your face at the sight. Suddenly he turned, cocking his head at you with a pensive, almost shy look.

“Well, I mean, you can talk to them all if you want, but is it okay if I tag along? I’m just…” He shook his head to himself again, his smile never once faltering. “You’re just so amazing.”

Your heartbeat was practically rattling your rib cage at this point—who gave him the right to be so… so nice?Sopretty?Soperfect? Fumbling to respond, you sent him the best smile you could muster up.

“S-Sure! I don’t think they’d mind.” You glanced over at the animal pen. “Would you guys?”

Rita cocked her head, then let out a snort of approval. “Sure, he’s okay. Besides, you’ve got the hots for him, right?” Something in her beady little eyes gleamed with mischief. “Show off a little, yeah?”

You gaped at her, your brain short-circuiting on the spot. Rita!you internally chided.

At your side, Dream blinked at you curiously. “Well,” he said, “what’d they say?”

Squeaking, you flipped around to look at him, feeling your insides flutter with butterflies as your heart melted.

“Yes,” you breathed, “you can tag along.”

The sheer brightness of his smile made you wonder if maybe it would be better if you had said no.

“Hey there, little guy.”

The puppy in Dream’s arms—his name was Cole—was panting like he had just run three miles, rolling over into his warm touch. His tongue flicked over his wet, black nose as he barked once, twice at you.

“Oh! He’s so tall! And he’s good at giving ear scratches.” Whimpering, he nuzzled into Dream’s eager touch. “Oooh, yes. That’s the spot.” Lifting his head, he turned to look at you and barked once, his pale, glimmering eyes flickering with joy. “[Y/N], bring him around more often. This guy rocks.”

You giggled, brushing some stray dirt off the front of your pants. “I’ll try my best.”

Dream glanced over at you, his eyes lingering on your mouth before dragging over your face. “What’d he just say?”

Bending down, you reached a hand out to poke at Cole’s cheek, not missing the way he yapped at your touch. “He says that I should bring you around more often because you’re good at giving scratches.”

“Don’t forget about the part where I said he rocks!” Cole suddenly yelped, his tail wagging aggressively against Dream’s thigh. “Because he does.”

Your face flushed at that, and you turned your gaze to the grass beneath your feet. “And also that you, um—you rock.”

A smile tugged at Dream’s lips, and he let out a chuckle that seemed all too boyish for a man of his stature. “Aw, really?” he crooned, scratching the pup a little more. “That’s too kind.”

You snuck a peek at him, feeling your heart sing a sweet melody in your chest. “Well,” you murmured, “it is what he said.”

You watched with awe as his features softened into something so tender, so warm that it made your lungs expand just to make room for the affection blooming in your chest. To think it had been well over a few months since Dream had discovered your little power, and he was still as kind as ever. Every morning, he would join you on your way to feed the animals, and from time to time, he would ask you to accompany him while chatting with them.

You, of course, could never say no to him, so here you were, all this time later and still absolutely head over heels for him.

“Thank you, buddy,” he hummed, giving Cole one last ruffle behind his ears before getting to his feet. “We’re gonna go now, but I’ll come back soon.”

Getting back onto his four paws, Cole shook out his fur once, then barked at him with a wag. “Bye! You’re the best!” He turned to look at you. “And give him a kiss for me, [Y/N].”

Your jaw dropped open, and you almost tripped over your foot as you straightened. “I-I most certainly will not!” you shouted.

Dream blinked at you, confusion furrowing his brow. “Huh?”

You squeaked, turning away from him with a dismissive wave. “He—he just says bye back!” you said, praying he would ignore the crack in your voice.

Instead, he cocked a brow at you, looking all the more intrigued. “And what about the thing you won’t do?”

You tore your gaze away from him, dragging a line in the dirt with the sole of your shoe. “I-It’s nothing,” you fibbed. “Ignore him.”

He gave you an amused look, then chuckled, trailing after you. “Okay, okay,” he relented. “Where to next?”

You paused, tapping at your chin with a thoughtful expression. “Mm, have you ever talked to a fox?” you said after a moment.

He grinned. “I mean, I’ve personally never talked to any animals, but no.”

You laughed at his half-joke, waving over your shoulder for him to follow you. “Well, I know one you might like. C’mon!”

As you began striding forward, making your way down the wood plank path, you paused when you didn’t hear footsteps following you. Turning, you looked behind you only to freeze at the sight of Dream’s eyes glued to you, his gaze gleaming with a mixture of awe and wonder.

“You know,” he said, suddenly sounding breathless, “I really appreciate that you’re doing this for me. You didn’t have to, you know?”

Your heart picked up a beat inside you, and you swallowed the rhythm threatening to burst out of your chest. “I wanted to,” you said honestly. “I’m just glad that…” You smiled. “That you’re having fun.”

You didn’t catch the way his cheeks flushed a royal, rosy hue, his eyes still focused on the tender look on your face. With his lips curling up into a fond smile, he took a step closer toward you.

“See, that’s what I love about you. You’re so genuinely kind, and you never even hesitate about it. It’s almost like second-nature to you.”

Reaching over, he gently bumped his arm into yours, and you felt a spark rush into your skin at the gesture. “Have some more pride in yourself, okay?” he chided, grinning at you. “It’s people like you who make this world a brighter place.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it, not trusting yourself to speak. “I—“

Your tongue felt like jelly in your mouth, and you did your best to say a word coherently.

“I—okay.” You could swear you were trembling from head-to-toe. “I’ll try my best.”

He flashed you another one of those blinding grins of his, then breezed past you, resting his hands on his hips.

“Good. That’s a start. Now,” he said, glancing back at you with the sun framing his face, “where were you taking me, again?”

Pushing down the fizzy feeling rising up in your chest, you rushed after him, pointing at a forest in the distance. Although you had a destination in mind, you knew that deep down, you wouldn’t mind going anywhere, so long as it was with him.

“You know, you should totally just confess to Dream.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you shot Pedro a glare from where you were sitting on a wood block next to the pen. Already, you could feel your heart start to run rampant at the mere mention of his name. Setting down your handful of wheat, you scoffed.

“What? Are you kidding me? No way!”

Darwin flopped over onto his stomach, digging his snout against the ground as he let out a long, drawn out snort. “You totally should. Watching this is just painful. We all think so.”

You grumbled, digging your heels into the ground as your lungs squeezed a fraction tighter. “Well, you don’t have to watch if it’s so terrible.”

Snowflake leaned her head down to whinny next to you. “He follows you everywhere. It’s impossible to not watch.”

Huffing, you crossed your arms over your chest and turned away, shifting back on the wooden block. “I’m still not doing it.”

“He’s cute,” Rita said.

Your ears burned. “I know that.”

“You like him,” Pedro added.

You curled your hands into tight fists. “I know that, too.”

Darwin rolled over in the pen. “Dare I say you might even love hi—”

“Iknowthat!”

Immediately, the animal pen fell silent, and you were burying your face in your hands, the crack of your shout still echoing through the air. Your blood was absolutely rushing through your ears now, and all you could focus on was the shaky, uneven breaths escaping your mouth.

“I know, I know, I know,” you choked out, your head spinning with an overwhelming cyclone of emotions. “But even then, I’m not gonna tell Dream!”

“You’re not gonna tell me what?”

Your eyes shot open, and you flung your head up to see Dream standing over you just a step behind your seat, his upside down face greeting you with an inquisitive look. Before you knew it, you were gasping and leaning backwards, losing your balance.

“Oh my g—ahh!”

In a whirl, you toppled backwards, your legs kicking out in front of you, but suddenly, a pair of hands settled on your arms. Gently nudging you forward once more, you inhaled sharply as electricity ran along your body as you came to a steady stop, sitting upright with Dream’s soft touch holding you in place.

“Woah, there,” he breathed over you, his eyes landing on your panicked ones. “You okay?”

Your gaze darted across his face, only briefly landing on his lips for a moment before shooting to the sky above his head. “Yeah, it’s…” You swallowed thickly. “It’s nothing at all!”

He raised a brow, his hands still firm against your arms. “I wouldn’t exactly call that nothing.” Letting go of you for a second, he walked around you until he was at your side, crouching down to be level with your face. “What’s up?” he asked gently.

Being eye-to-eye with him like this was too much for your head, and you could feel your feet jittering in your shoes. “I, uh, I—I just wanted to tell you that… that your hair always looks really soft!” Your voice came out in a hurried, messy rush, but you nodded like you meant it, anyways. “Th-That’s all!”

Just behind the oak fence, Rita bellowed with laughter—or whatever a pig’s laughter sounded like. “You are such a liar!” she snorted, leaning against the wood with gleaming eyes. “The biggest liar!”

At her side, you caught a glimpse of Snowflake’s snicker, and you glowered at them. “Guys! Stop that!”

Dream’s bewilderment only grew. “What’s with that reaction?” he muttered. Then, his eyes widened. “Don’t tell me… are you lying to me?”

You stiffened, refusing to meet his gaze. “N-No.”

He shoved his face closer to you, his nose only a few inches away from your cheek. “No?” he responded cheekily.

You did your best not to squirm. “N—Not at all!”

“Just tell him how you feel!” Darwin whined, acting as loud and abrasive as he was wont to be.

Pedro nodded, chewing on a mouthful of wheat. “Don’t be such a coward!” After a slight pause, he chuckled. “Get it? Cow-ard?”

You groaned again and felt your face practically burst into flames. “Lay off me, guys!”

Beside you, Dream was quiet, an almost solemn look settling on his features. “[Y/N],” he murmured, speaking your name like it was the most precious thing in the world, “you know you can tell me anything, right?”

You peeked over at him, letting your gaze meet for a brief, fleeting moment. His eyes really did look like emeralds. Gulping, you held his stare.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

His mouth twitched the slightest bit at that. Rising to his feet, he stretched his hand out toward you.

“Here,” he said, “come with me.” After a second, he glanced over his shoulder at the pen and added, “And please, can you all just leave us alone for a bit? Pretty please?”

Snowflake blinked at him once, then gave him a disparaging whinny.“Fine.”

His eyes immediately darted to hours, and you translated for him with lightning speed. “They agreed.”

He grinned, gesturing to his hand once more. “Perfect. Let’s go.”

With a timid touch, you let your hand slip into his as he tugged you to his feet, still not used to the soft hold of his fingers around your skin. You expected him to let go of you, but to your surprise, he simply held on as he led you away from the pen and toward a small alcove in the nearby mountain wall. As soon as he stopped walking, he whirled to face you.

“Alright, tell me what’s up. Clearly something’s bothering you, and I want to know what’s going on.” His face flickered with a shadow of a frown, and his hand squeezed yours. “It makes me sad to see you like this.”

You wanted to look away and hide from the intensity of his gaze, but the longer you looked at him, the more you knew you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not with the way he was looking at you, at least. Your heart beat like a thousand drums in your chest, and it took everything inside of you to suck in a simple, single breath.

“I… promise you won’t laugh at me?” you asked quietly. “Or run away or something?”

He blinked, then shook his head. “From you? Never.” His lips curled up into a crooked grin. “I guess you could say I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The groan escaped you before you could even think about it. His hand thrummed with life in yours, and you sighed, “That was a terrible pun.”

He laughed, his chuckle rumbling throughout his chest. “You love me for it.”

You soaked in the sound of his laughter, traced your gaze over the soft crescent moons of his eyes when he smiled and the scattered freckles on his cheeks. Not once did you take your eyes off his. After all, you were always looking at him, and this time would be no different.

“I do,” you whispered.

He paused, his laughter coming to a halt. “What?”

You swallowed, letting the words spill from your lips like an unbidden waterfall beating at stone. “I do,” you said, again. “That’s what I wanted to tell you.”

His fingers twitched against yours, and a part of you wondered why he was still holding on—why he hadn’t let go yet. But in that moment, you couldn’t think of anything but the light shining from the very depths of your soul onto his features.

“I love you, Dream.” You paused, then tacked on in a hush of a whisper, “Really.”

You watched with bated breath as his eyes grew wide and his hand squeezed yours even tighter than before. You felt your mouth open, pushing more words to the surface as your brain went into overdrive.

“And I know that’s scary, because the way I feel about you is more than just liking someone, which is crazy, I know, and I totally get if you don’t feel the same wa—”

It happened in an instant.

In one second, you were rambling a flurry of anxiety, thoughts, and fears, all of them bursting forth at once.

In the next, Dream’s lips were pressed to yours, and you felt fireworks.

Sparks burst forth from the pit of your stomach, joy unfurling in your chest as you let your eyelids flutter shut, melding into the softness of his touch. You felt his other hand reach up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking the curve of your cheekbone. You shivered at the tenderness of it all, and you could have sworn you felt him smile against your mouth. A moment later, you parted, gasping for air as you took in the sight of his pink cheeks and adoring gaze.

“Sorry,” he panted as he shot you a lopsided smile, “was that too forward of me?”

Your tongue swiped over your lips, and you caught the way his eyes followed the movement. More, your heart cried, and so you opened your mouth once more.

“Again?” you whispered. “Please?”

He chuckled, then dove right back toward you, his mouth meeting yours once more. He tasted like sunshine on your tongue, the softness of his lips practically drowning you in him, him, him. He smelled like a deep, woody pine that made you want to stay wrapped up in his arms. Your hand squeezed his again, and you felt your insides expand with a melody sweeter than a skylark’s song.

I love you, I love you.

This time when Dream parted from you, he didn’t move too far, only going so far as to rest his forehead against yours and smile.

“I think that makes it pretty clear how I feel about you,” he breathed.

You couldn’t stop smiling, and you knew you must look like a lovestruck fool right now, but you could hardly bring yourself to care. How could you, when he was here with you?

“Will—will you please say it, anyways?” you asked with a glimmer in your eye. “Just so then I know I’m understanding you correctly?”

He let out a puff laughter, the breath fanning over your face. “You can understand animals just fine but you’re stumped by this?”

You reached a hand, tentatively holding his face in your palm. “Animals are easy to figure out. You?” You smiled. “Not so much.”

He nuzzled his cheek into your palm, letting his lips brush a simple kiss over your fingertips. “Well, alright then. But just for you.”

You both closed your eyes, basking in the quietness for a moment longer until he murmured four little words that lit your whole world up.

“I love you, too.”

Light danced along every vein in your body, seeping into every nook and cranny of your heart as your fingers moved to sink into his soft, golden locks. Nothing could ruin this moment, you thought wistfully. Nothing at all.

Then came a loud, braying bark.

“Finally! You did it! Thank god!”

You whipped around with Dream at your side, eyes wide with shock to see Cole yipping at the two of you. His tail wagged behind him faster than you’d ever seen it before, and in a flash, he was dashing off into the distance. Embarrassment washed over your face, and you let out a whine.

“Oh my god. Dream, he is totally gonna snitch to everyone else.”

He lifted his brows in a look that almost came across as accepting, his thumb brushing over your knuckles where your fingers were still intertwined. “Well,” he hummed with a joking tone, “at least I’m not gonna be the one who’ll get teased about it.”

You gasped in mock offence, playfully whacking his arm. “You’re so mean!”

He chuckled, tapping his foot against the ground. “I’m kidding. We’ll deal with it together.”

Above you, you heard a bird chirp in the distance, no doubt spreading word of the news to every animal you knew. Despite the hordes of questions you knew you were bound to get asked, you let yourself simply lean over to rest your head against his shoulder, your side latching onto his.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “you’re stuck with me now.”

Dream’s face flooded with nothing but warm, wholehearted, and unadulterated affection for you. Turning his head, he let his lips press against the crown of your head, and you sighed, caught in a dreamlike haze.

“I sure am, and I don’t intend on going anywhere.”

One Year Anniversary Special

Dream Smp Headcanons: Where they like to leave their marks

Featured Characters: Dream, Geroge, Sapnap, Technoblade, Phil, Wilbur, Fundy, Dream XD, Slimecicle, Quackity, and Foolish

Warnings: Suggestive themes and ideas

ART CREDITS:

@fridaydev-draws: George, Wilbur, Sapnap

@victory-is-here: Dream XD

@abovenyx: Quackity

More pictures to be added!

Dream:

• This man loves to leave marks all over your body, whenever possible
• Horniest of all of them no doubt.
• Only top energy here.
• You could come home from a hunt, peck his lips and the man will be on you like a fly on flypaper.
• This man won’t leave you alone until your body is painted in purple bruises
• Especially your neck
• He always starts tender, trailing kisses from your lips and cheeks down to the supple flesh of your neck.
• Slowly his hands move up the curves of your body, squeezing every curve that was there until they reached their intended destination.
• Your breasts obviously
• Once there that’s when he starts to focus on the supple skin on your neck.
• Dream was known for his sharper than average teeth, you didn’t know why, the man was as human as it comes.
• But he knew how to use them
• Dream would always pull the sweetest noises from you, little mewls and whines as you clung to him.
• He loved every minute of it.
• He is absolutely a sadist.
• Dream would work hard, focusing on making sure one spot was nice and purple before moving on to the next.
• He would pull away, blowing on the mark he left leaving you shivering and mewling for him.
• Dream needs the entire SMP to know your his, so they back the fuck off his girl.
• Although it’s not like you needed the marks, he never would let you travel alone.
• You’d show them off with pride, and of course a little embarrassment, Dream never let you cover them up.
• Unless of course, you begged him, another one of his favorite sounds of his.
• Although, you did like the fact that people feared your very presence, knowing that your boyfriend wasn’t far behind.

• He isn’t one for leaving many marks on your body.
• Feels bad, and doesn’t want to hurt you.
• Although that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you to hurt him.
• That being said you’d be leaving the marks. Period.
• This man is a bottom.
• He would float around happy parading your marks on his skin, mostly on his neck but sometimes on his wrists where all his pulse points are.
• You liked feeling his heartbeat beneath your tongue as you lapped at the skin.
• George would always whine urging you to leave more marks on him, ones that were more visible, ones that were darker.
• He was a glutton for punishment.
• He knew that it riled you up every time he criticized them too.
• Grade A brat behvaior.
• If George was an animal he would be a cat, he was mischievous and cunning but always tried to act innocent.
• But even you couldn’t deny his brat behavior worked.
• It was a way to ensure he could show off the marks you left on him for days.
• George loved that you were so careful with him, and loved every inch of his body, and did a good job praising it.
• He loved to trail his nails down your back every time you made out and would cup your ass.
• Absolutely an ass man, no matter the shape or size, he just likes something to grab.
• George loves praise from, “you’re doing such a good job baby” to a simple “Good boy,” as your nails and fingers curled in his hair.
• In response he always whimpers and whines so sweetly, sending chills down your spine.
• He knows that that’s how he gets you to work harder,
• You love his sweet little mewls
• This man would beg for you to do unspeakable things to him and you would.
• No questions asked.

• Wants to leave as many marks as he can, but they wouldn’t be in the places you’d expect.
• I think it’s a universal idea that Sapnap is a switch.
• With that out of the way the place he likes to bite is:
• THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS
• He is a thigh man no I won’t take or accept criticism.
• Sapnap loves when you wear skirts for that reason, one innocent gust of wind and he could see your thighs.
• When you would show them off for him, he’d immediately jump you
• All with consent of course
• He would get all protective, even mad you wandered around the SMP flaunting your cute little body all over the SMP for anyone to see.
• It was all in jest, of course, your puppy of a lover was always respectful of what you wanted to wear.
• Especially because you had a few special outfits saved for him
• Sapnap would toss you up onto the bed, and spread your legs wide, tossing them over his shoulders.
• He’d praise you but also degrade you, a mix of both that made your stomach fill up with butterflies.
• It was a mix of ‘you’re so pretty darlin’ and then the immediate ‘you’re such a needy slut.’ (His southern accent slipping through the entire time)
• Sapnap’s stubble would brush against the plush skin on your thighs and you’d giggle loving that feeling.
• It was Sapnap’s favorite sound in the world.
• He pressed his lips to one thigh while his tail tightly wrapped around the other, which was also sure to leave bruises behind.
• He always got way too excited and would squeeze a little too roughly but you loved it.
• He licked his lips before starting with gentle nips with his sharp teeth, whines spilled from your mouth, and small mewls.
• Those sounds let Sapnap know you were ready for his marks, his biting would get rougher and would suck at the skin.
• Eventually, he’d leave you panting, as he pulled away to see the black and blue bruises he left on your thighs.
• He would reach down and gently blow and trace his work afterward causing you to needily whimper and squeeze his head between your thighs.
• Sapnap’s pupils would blow every time you did it, and he would be gone for the rest of the night.
• He would be keeping you all to himself.

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Technoblade:

• Technoblade was subtle with his marks.
• He felt like they were a private thing that really only needed to be shared between you and him.
• Even though Technoblade leaned towards being a top he wasn’t opposed to switching every now and again.
• He just loved seeing you so submissive under him too much to really change the dynamic
• But call him a good sweet boy and he’s putty in your hands
• It was in Technoblade’s nature to lean to be more possessive, it’s the piglin in him, the urge to mark you and show you off to others was always a strong yearning.
• The other thing that would determine how rough he was, was the voices.
• Sometimes they tended to be more possessive of you than other times
• Typically though Technoblade kept any marks he would make to your collarbone and the swell of breasts.
• There was never ‘gentle’ marking with Technoblade his tusks never allowed for the treatment.
• He would try, but he would always end up drawing at least a little bit of blood.
• Which would shamefully spur him (and the voices) on more.
• On some of those days, you would walk away from a session with a few dark marks on your neck that he’d beg you to cover the next day when he was in his right mind.
• You would, he had a reputation, but maybe you’d accidentally leave one uncovered…oops
• Technobalde wasn’t a sadist, far from it, he wanted to make sure his mate was comfortable and treated with the utmost respect.
• However, he knew you liked it on the rougher side and he would bend to your needs so long as you shared them.
• He grazes his tusks along your neckline and down to your collarbone, that along with his stubble makes you smile like an idiot.
• Technoblade would glance up and let out a little, fond huff pecking your lips.
• The small peck turned more intimate, as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him close.
• He chuckled deeply against your lips and pulled away, a little trail of spit connected your lips.
• “Bad girl.”
• Technoblade would tilt his head down and bit into the skin of your collarbone.
• You moaned loudly tossing your head back in delight.
• Purple bruises would litter your collarbone the next day, and the days following.

~~~
Phil

• Phil was a father figure to many, so he couldn’t go around marking up your neck.
• He had a reputation to uphold as a father figure in the eyes of many of the children in the land of the SMP.
• Even if he was a daddy to you specifically.
• He didn’t usually like to leave marks on your skin in the first place,
• He had nothing to prove.
• Phil’s lived a thousand lifetimes he’s mature, not a teenager who felt the need to cover you in bite marks and bruises to ‘claim’ you like a possession.
• However, that changed when you both went to visit Foolish over in his desert kingdom, Phil accompanied you and was put off by the young immortal’s behavior.
• He was closer to your age, young and handsome and very handsy.
• It seemed the young immortal’s hands were always just hovering over your ass, just barely keeping himself in check.
• That Phil didn’t appreciate.
• He was put off the entire rest of the visit, wings puffed up defensively the entire walk back to the Tundra.
• It’s not like you didn’t notice his odd behavior, you just didn’t want to make his frustrations worse.
• But you soon came up with an idea as soon as he walked in the doors you shoved him down into his chair by the fireplace.
• Hands immediately massaging the place where his wings connected to his back.
• That drew out a long languid moan from his mouth immediately melting into your magic fingers.
• He continued to pant and make happy little sounds as you continued his wing massage, preening his soft feathers as you went.
• Feeling confident and cocky you leaned down and sucked your own mark into the nape of his neck.
• Phil sucked in a breath and in a single wing beat he scooped you up and dropped you onto your shared bed.
• Your laughter filled his stomach with warmth, flush spreading across his cheeks.
• Phil climbed on top of you pinning your wrists above your head with one hand.
• “You’re in trouble now.” Phil smiled watching you shiver beneath him, “You want me to leave marks all over your little body?” He cooed speaking to you in a teasing tone, you nodded your head eagerly baring your neck to the bird of prey.
• He grinned wildly kissing your jawline tenderly, trailing his bites and kisses down your jaw and onto your neck.
• He left small, faint marks on the neck, light enough to cover them.
• They weren’t his main target after all.
• Phil’s hands popped open every single button on your shirt, just to gain access to your chest.
• That’s where he left his marks, on the swell of your breasts, in fact not just on the swell, all over them.
• That way they could always stay hidden.
• Just for his viewing pleasure alone, plus he could work his magic there, so you could come undone in the palm of his hand.

• There are many versions of Wilbur and through every iteration, one could say he’s been through the kink and sex ringer
• For example, L’manburg Wilbur was a switch, but Pogtopia Wilbur was a top, not willing to give up the control that Schlatt had stolen from him.
• Meanwhile, Ghostbur was a bottom all the way if one could even sleep with the ghostly man.
• Finally, revived Wilbur was once again a top, his switch preference was buried deep inside him unwilling to remerge.
• He buried anything that reminded him of Ghostbur and the previous versions of himself deep inside his chest
• That being said the fully revived man wouldn’t let you leave the house without wearing his marks.
• Much like his ‘savior’ and ‘hero’ Dream in that aspect
• Wilbur loved every part of your body, after not seeing you for so long the man would worship the flesh you lived in.
• No matter what
• As soon as Phil left their house, Wilbur would be all over you like a dog in heat.
• One hand cupping your breast the other cupping your ass as you were pushed up against the wall of his father’s home.
• Or alternatively the counter of the burger van.
• Wilbur loved when your fingers threaded through his curls and tugged on the locks desperately.
• The once dead man wasn’t loud, if he enjoyed what you did to him he’d growl and grunt deep in his throat.
• Almost anomalistically
• No shamefully loud moans from this man
• Wilbur wouldn’t rest until your entire body was littered with his marks, from the top of your neck to the bottom of your calves.
• And once he was satisfied with all the marks he left, (Which wasn’t often), he’d let you go unfinished.
• Leaving you wanting and yearning as you would wine for him to continue, shivering in your undergarments
• He’d chuckle, urging you to ask nicely his tone teasing but serious, asking you to beg.
• You would, you always would for him.
• Wilbur would relish the total control he had over you and your body.
• He loved you for allowing him to have it

~~~

Fundy:

• The poor young fox hybrid would have no idea you’d ever want him to leave marks on your skin.
• He was sweet but oblivious, his love language was gift-giving.
• Fundy would always come back from his adventures a little wrapped gift in hand, it would always be something special and unique.
• Said he always got you a gift that reminded him of you
• A lot of the times it was a bag of very pretty rocks he collected from his journey and it made your heart swell
• Every time he was granted a kiss of thanks that made his tail thump and swish with delight.
• Fundy was so innocent when it came to the throws of romance.
• Only ever dating once before, a man named Dream apparently.
• After hearing that story Fundy had to restrain you from finding the green bastard and skinning him alive.
• It’s a fight you would lose and Fundy couldn’t risk that, even though he was flattered you’d fight that hard for his honor.
• You made sure to show that Fundy was truly loved and appreciated every chance you got, many times it included long makeout sessions where you had your sweet fox pinned beneath you.
• He would yip and whine against your lips, his clawed hands digging themselves into the plushness of your thighs.
• Your tongue would be inside his mouth and he would rut against you helplessly, you were just so intoxicating.
• In the heat of the moment, he’d ask you to mark his neck, and you responded only if he would mark yours in return.
• He flashed his fangs and nodded intensely, he took a sharp breath in as your own blunt teeth scraped against his neck.
• Fundy yipped as you bit down on the skin that was there, sucking and biting, leaving it red and swollen.
• It would soon fade to a blueish purple that the fox man would wear proudly the neck day.
• Some sick part of him wanted to visit Dream to show just how much he was wanted and loved now.
• He watched with puppy eyes as you sat back and bared your neck to him, the primal predator in him loved your submission.
• That part of Fundy wanted to tear into you and make you scream his name but he shook the thoughts away.
• You were too precious to ever tear into you.
• But he wasn’t a predator, he was gentle his mama raised him to be a proper gentleman before she had to leave.
• He purred softly resting his forehead against your own, he pulled away pressing a little kiss the top of your hairline.
• You hummed back and he nuzzled his nose against your neck, feeling the pulse of your heart jump against your skin.
• He opened his mouth, fangs glinting in the light as he latched onto your neck, you moaned so loud he pulled you impossibly closer to his body.
• He swore he could taste the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, he pulled away noticing he broke the skin.
• Fundy frowned lapping at the blood like a cat would a bowl of milk, you mewled testing from the pain and pleasure of his tongue against your wound.
• “You okay?”
• You hummed nodding eagerly peppering kisses against the side of his head.
• “I love you.” He spoke for the first time since he got left at the alter and he meant it.

• This man was a God who liked to keep humans as his little playthings, pets if you will.
• He’s a top, yes, but he also worships his pets like goddesses and gods, and you were his favorite.
• If you were pleased and satisfied the God was pleased and satisfied.
• DreamXD would keep you in the end dimension where he resides, the only other person in the entire SMP who knew of your existence was Foolish.
• Because now he was your lover’s pet now as well
• He would always gift you things from the mortal realm and loved to watch your expressions change as he explained what they were to you.
• Once he brought you back a hand-crafted collar, complete with a golden nameplate that read ‘DreamXD’ inside of it.
• You peppered his face in kisses when you received such a generous gift.
• Since XD had nothing to prove to anyone he didn’t mind giving marks or not giving marks, as stated before as long as his lover was happy he would be happy.
• That being said if you liked being marked up he would happily oblige.
• He liked to leave his marks under the collar, so they would be hidden from the rest of the world
• A little treasure only for his viewing pleasure.
• The collar would only come off when the two of you got intimate because at that moment DreamXD wanted to make it known that you both are equals in this exchange.
• If he did something you didn’t like there was no worry about backlash, he would stop instantaneously.
• Anything for you.
• When he would show you off around the end cities he always felt pride as the nameplate bounced against your collarbone, knowing there were marks underneath the gorgeous collar.

~~~

Slimecicle

• …first of all bottom.
• I think we all knew that and will always know that
• Being intimate with a man who was made of slime was…interesting.
• To some, it might be a kink come to life but it was a lot harder than it seems
• Every time you kissed him you tasted slime, it wasn’t unpleasant but you did have to get used to it.
• Now you’re probably asking yourself how can he leave marks on your skin? He’s made of slime! He has no teeth.
• Trust me not a problem.
• It took a while, and a lot of teaching by demonstration but eventually he was so sure he could leave some type of mark on your skin.
• Who were you to break your sunshine boyfriend’s heart?
• So after one long night at the casino, you took Charlie to your room.
• You were frustrated with the number of men that hit on you, and your sweet Slime was oblivious that, that’s what they were doing.
• You pulled him close by the collar and planted your lips on his own, he moaned sweetly against your mouth.
• It seems like Quackity had experimented with Slime eating strawberries because that’s what he tasted like today as it was absorbed into his body.
• He pulled away jumping eagerly on his toes, hands holding onto the bare skin on your arms
• You were a playgirl bunny that gave out drinks on the casinos’ floor
• “Can I try to leave my marks? Please? I’ve been practicing with Quackity!”
• You blinked a few times, but didn’t question it, you gave him the okay and he gently sat you down in one of the plush chairs in your room.
• You watched in awe as Charlie opened his mouth and formed a little green tongue, how long could he do that?
• “Weady?” He asked sticking his tongue out at the same time, warmth pooled in your gut and you nodded eagerly.
• He pressed his lips to the nape of your neck, and you groaned feeling his tongue begin to roll the skin there.
• He sucked and kissed working his tongue like he’s been using it his entire life.
• He relished in your high-pitched whines and moans.
• Charlie nibbled lightly too, it almost felt like gums nibbling there, but the coolness of the slime made you whine once more.
• He moaned softly against your skin feeling your pulse against his lips.
• You felt the vibrations and tossed your head back in pleasure.
• “Did I do good?” He pulled away suddenly staring at your blissed-out expression and the reddish mark on your skin.
• “So good…” You slurred, “You deserve a reward.”
• The smile that appeared on Slime’s face was brighter than the sun as you pinned him onto the bed.

• This man was desperate after losing his fiancès he needed someone to care for him as a lover would.
• You were there, looking so pretty and warm, as you sang sweet songs in the bar of Las Nevadas.
• It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but one turned into two and two turned into three and now he needed you.
• You were a drug to him, addicting in all the right ways, and every time he tried to quit you he couldn’t bring himself to.
• You were so kind, and generous always helping Slime and the other employees in the casino and he felt his heart quiver every time you smiled at him.
• Before the duck hybrid knew it he’d caught feelings for you and it came out unromantically when you two were interlocked together.
• He wanted to die after the ‘I love you’ spilled from his lips.
• However, to his surprise, you said it back and kissed his lips tenderly, always so careful of his scar.
• He was ashamed to say he cried when you reciprocated his emotions.
• Ever since that night, you were his woman. No one in Las Nevadas fucked with you lest they face Quackity’s wrath.
• Your lover has been known to beat a man almost to death for touching your ass without consent.
• It was scary but you can’t recall a time you’ve ever been more turned on in your life.
• You clung to him afterward giving him a passionate kiss that he moaned against, nipping at your lips that were stained with ruby red lipstick.
• “Master bedroom. Now.” You panted and Quackity grinned, his gold tooth flashing in the light of the dance floor.
• “Anything for you Mamacita.” He purred picking you up bridal style leaving the bloodied man behind in favor of pleasuring you.
• He tossed you on the bed and you bounced on it the plush sheets already making you feel wonderful against your heated skin.
• He spread your legs wide and kneeled in between them, he slid his hand under you and began to massage and grope your ass.
• “Mine.”
• “Yours.”
• Quackity’s face lit up and began to trail kisses down your legs, biting and sucking at the skin, the feeling made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed.
• He continued down your legs before flipping you over and he began to press kisses to the back of your neck.
• You let out a languid moan as he left his mark there, you arched into him as he reached around to grope at your breasts.
• Quackity worked on you until you couldn’t form proper sentences, too enthralled in the pleasure he was giving to you.
• The man has never felt prouder.

~~~

Foolish:

• Foolish was akin to a puppy, always waiting and willing to learn something new about the world around him.
• More specifically the world of a mortal
• He loved you with his entire being and if it was one thing he knew little about it was the concept of true love.
• However, he was very eager to learn and please you in any way possible
• Definitely has a praise kink every time you express how proud you are of him he’d flush red and smile so wide you thought he tear his cheeks.
• Intimacy wasn’t a slow learning process, he picked up on it relatively fast
• He followed your praise and wines and learned the inner and outer workings of your body well.
• His teeth were sharp, every single one could draw blood if he wasn’t careful so he tried to keep makeout sessions to lips and tongue if he could help it.
• Preferring for you to take the lead so he wouldn’t make the mistake of hurting you
• Little did he know that’s exactly what you wanted him to do
• Your lips were interlocked and his nails traced gentle patterns on your hips, causing you to shiver involuntarily in his lap.
• He smiled, it was a boyish grin as you pulled away from his lips, a pout on your features that he ate up.
• Foolish leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head, he felt your hand trail down his body.
• “What’re you doing sunshine?”
• You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, fluttering your eyelashes oh, so, sweetly.
• He flushed across his nose and up to the tips of his ears
• You brought your hand up to cup his warm cheek, you trailed it down until your fingers rested upon his lips. You used your fingers to pry open his mouth and he stilled completely at your mercy.
• He felt you shove your fingers in his mouth, a smirk evident on your features, you began to poke and prod at his teeth.
• Foolish swallowed thickly and it seemed the movement caused your hand to slip and cut your fingers across his shark-like teeth.
• Blood trailed down your fingers in rivets and landed on his tongue, he slumped as he began to gently whine and suck on the appendages, cleaning them of all the blood.
• You hummed, murmuring praise that made Foolish’s head go all fuzzy.
• He whined when you pulled your fingers out of his mouth, eyes dazed and lust-filled
• “Bite me.” You commanded holding your hand up to your neck, trailing your fingers down the area you wanted him to bite.
• He choked on his spit but did just as you commanded, you tossed your head back in a quivering moan as he bit and sucked a mark right into your neck.
• When he eventually pulled away, it was bright red and swollen, not to mention big.
• It was like a wild animal attacked your neck
• He turned red and buried his head in his hands
• It’s okay you told him he was such a good boy.

~~~

Thank you all so much for reading I can’t believe it’s officially been one year since Under the Floorboards. It’s amazing I came this far thank you all for taking the journey beside me. I can’t express how much your continued love and support mean to me. Thank you all my Lost Souls, have a very happy 2022. <3

Beauty and the Beast Epilogue

<<Previous//The End

~C!Technoblade x Fem!Reader): Beauty and the Beast AU

Welcome to the Epilogue my Lost Souls. Enjoy.

Cover art is done by: @abovenyx

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Technoblade groaned softly burying his head in your chest as his daughter pounded loudly on the master bedroom’s door in the West Wing. “Your daughter’s awake…” He mumbled into your chest, tail wrapped snugly around your waist.

“Hm…”You kissed the top of his head not bothering to open your eyes, “Before sunrise, she’s your daughter.”

“Fuck you.” He grumbled sitting up in bed allowing the sheets to spill out around his waist, he heard you chuckling and whacked you with his tail. You yelped eyes shooting open, sharp eyes glaring into his soul. He could only smirk, “You weren’t complaining about that last night.”

“You’re a shit head.”

“I know you guys are awake!” Another series of loud pounding, resounded through the room, “Both of you! Now wake up you promised to take me to the village today! I wanna see Uncle Tommy!”

“Your mother needs her beauty sleep,” Technoblade called back watching you sit up, his marks from the night before needed to be covered before the two rulers ventured into the village. Especially since they were seeing your brother, the both of you had news to share and wanted to get it out there sooner rather than later. If it was going to be the same reaction he had when Athena was born he didn’t want to see how he reacted when you told him you were once again pregnant. The boy almost killed Technoblade on the spot considering the both of you weren’t even married at the time of the announcement. But now you were, so maybe his reaction would be a little different. Athena groaned and they heard her tiny footsteps retreating down the hall. He then noticed you glaring at him, “What?”

“Beauty sleep?” You criticized with a huff,“really?”

“You come up with a better excuse than Princess. What do you want me to say sorry, we slept in I fucked your mom so hard last night we both are super spent.” Sarcasm dripped from his tongue and it earned him a pillow to his face.

“You’re a pig. No wonder you got turned into one,” You sat up yourself and Technoblade brushed the comment off, after all his two favorite things in the world were on display to view. When you were pregnant before they swelled so nicely, a pleasant buzzing stirred under his skin at the thought that they’d probably soon be that size again. “You’re staring again,” You mused with a fond eye roll used to his antics by now. After he ‘discovered himself’ sexually there was almost no quelling his libido.

“Can you blame me?”

“I would say yes, but your ogling makes me feel pretty.” You flushed a sweet pink and Technoblade beamed from ear to ear.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Hush.” You waved your hand shyly, sliding off the bed to grab a fresh pair of undergarments and a more casual dress. He hummed following in your footsteps and getting dressed for the day himself,

“Braid my hair?”

“Always sit.” You commanded and he sat down at the vanity, he felt your skilled fingers scratch at his scalp and he hummed. You brushed out the messy pink locks before braiding his hair down his back to keep it out of his face. You reached towards his crown placing it on his head, he felt you press a light kiss to his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He looked up at you and caught you smiling cheek to cheek, “And he’s gonna love you too.” You hummed, he turned to place his forehead on the minuscule bump in your stomach.

“He? I’m hoping for another baby girl. What do you mean?” Technoblade complained, “I want another Athena.”

“I don’t. I want a little boy who looks just like you.” You kissed his nose and he groaned,

“Why would you want that?”

“Cause you’re lovely and a good man, even if you had to learn to get there.” Technoblade flushed at your earnestness, “Now come on we have a daughter to entertain. Plus the exciting news to share with everyone, that is if Athena can keep her mouth shut.”

“She got that from your side. Tommy that is.”

“Can it, Techno.”

“Yes ma’am.” He saluted as you rolled your eyes, you headed for the door, he followed behind you like the puppy he was. Phil, with hair greying slightly and a lighthearted smile on his face, was talking with an eager Athena. Technoblade knew he missed Sally and Wilbur, and Fundy to that extent. The three of them asked for permission to leave the castle to become a normal family once again once they found Fundy and of course Technoblade was going to let them. So long as they visited every once in a while because Phil wanted to stay, the castle was all he knew.

“Dad uncle Phil said he was going to teach me how to use a sword!”

“Good it’s important you learn to protect yourself.”

“And my baby brother or sister!” Athena added puffing out her chest, the smile on your face said it all.

“Exactly baby!” You chirped and his daughter smiled wide, the gap in her front teeth showing. “Alright now, are you ready to go see Uncle Tommy?”

“Finally!” She headed for the door and tossed it open, you sighed softly,

“She forgot her coat.”

“I’ll get it. You shouldn’t be walking up the stairs that much,” Techno assured, giving you a tender kiss to your lips. You sighed into it and his heart fluttered,

“Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for you. Phil, do you mind helping her to the car?”

“I’m not that far along Tech. Don’t force Phil into this!”

“It’d be my honor, your highness.” Phil mused looking down at your eyes twinkling.

“Phil call me by my name.” You laughed walking outside with him, Phil snickered and shook his head as you let out a little huff. Technoblade joined you and your daughter a few minutes later with Athena’s coat in his arms. Athena was feeding the birds some leftover bread from breakfast, “If you catch sight of Wil tell him I miss him.”

“I will,” Techno gave Phil a stern pat on the back, the old man chuckled letting out a laugh. “Stay safe and make sure the boys don’t get into trouble.”

“That’s like asking Tubbo not to stick his hand in the beehive in the back garden.” From beside Techno, he watched you cover your mouth to hide your giggles, the number of times you had to take stingers out of that boy’s hand was too many to count. “Have fun, dinner will be ready when you return.”

“Thank you, Phil. For everything,” You curtsied and stepped into the carriage, he stuck his head out of the door and shouted, “Thena come on we’re leaving!”

“Uncle Tommy!” She cheered stumbling into the carriage, “Ouch mom move your fat butt!”

“Rude! Apologize!” You scoffed as Technoblade laughed stepping in behind his overly rambunctious daughter. Technoblade pulled his daughter to his side and ruffled her hair,

“Apologize to your mother.”

“I’m sorry you have a fat butt.”

Technoblade howled with laughter and you glared at your husband only sighing in defeat. At least you knew he liked your fat butt, but if he was going to be like that you weren’t going to let him touch it. Eventually, your little family arrived at the village, everyone greeted the King and Queen with awe. Kids jumped up on walls and fountains just to get a glimpse at the royal family, you waved like the elegant royalty you were. In the crowd you spotted a little red-headed boy on his father’s shoulders, his face lighting up with joy. You nudged Technoblade and he spotted Wilbur holding his son on his shoulders, “Wilbur!” He called waved, Wilbur waved back knowing they’d have a chance to catch up later at Tommy’s. Speaking of the new young adult male gave a loud whistle waving the family over. The crowd parted like the sea, just as thrilled to see the Queen’s younger brother out of his laboratory.

“Tommy,” You smiled eagerly and Athena squealed launching herself at her favorite uncle. Tommy grinned picking her up by the waist and spinning her around eagerly, he peppered his niece’s cheeks in kisses. “He’s more excited to see my daughter than me.” You pouted and Technoblade laughed, it was a deep rumbling as he kissed your cheek.

“You’ll live.” You both watched as Athena talked his ear off, asking about his inventions and what he was currently building. Wilbur and Fundy made their way through the crowd, Sally was sick once again, unfortunately, but apparently, Wilbur couldn’t keep Fundy away from his favorite people. “It’s good to see you Wil, Athena will be thrilled to see Fundy if he can put up with her.”

“He loves to see Athena, he thinks of her as a little sister. Right, my little champion?”

You all watched as Fundy’s face turned a deep red and he whined, “Dad you’re embarrassing me.”

“Don’t care.” He cooed, “I love you.” Wilbur cooed and Fundy whined as Wilbur placed him on the ground. The teen huffed off weaving through the crowd as Wilbur laughed, “Yeah, I think he preferred it when I wasn’t with him.”

“Wilbur Soot! You know that’s not true!” You scolded lightly hitting him in the chest, “I remember when you and Sally found him you were all in tears. How is she by the way?”

“Hanging in. She’s devastated she couldn’t come to see you.”

“Next time we’re here we’ll absolutely visit, unfortunately, I don’t think we’ll have time…” You frowned worry etched across her features. Now it was Wilbur’s turn to hit you,

“Nonsense she wouldn’t want to see you today anyway. She’s not her best, and she doesn’t like seeming weak. You know how she gets.” You nodded lightly in understanding and Technoblade gently rubbed your back trying to soothe your nerves. “She knows you both care.”

“She better. Or (Y/n)’s gonna beat the shit out of her.”

“Techno! Language!”

The two men laughed and began to chat in their own conversation, you took the moment to look around the crowd, you saw a young woman trying to carry a basket of heavy apples across the way. You moved swiftly grabbing the other end with a small smile, “Let me help.” She blinked a smile spreading across her red lips, her brown hair fell over her shoulders.

“Thank you, you have such a kind heart, your majesty.”

“Oh hush it’s no trouble. Anyone would help.” You flushed and helped her place the basket by the stand. The woman stood up and seemed to eye you and then Techno, she let out a little hum.

“Not everyone.” She was looking at Technoblade and you raised an eyebrow feeling awkwardness began to grow inside you. Something didn’t sit right with the way she was looking at your husband, “It’s funny, to see him like this now. You’ve really changed him since he was a child. I’m Minx,”

Holy shit.

This was the witch that cursed your husband in the first place. A wave of emotions came crashing into you all at once, anger, pity, guilt, understanding, and sadness. “He was a child,” You spoke hesitantly,

“I know he was a fucking child. A rude ass one.” She snapped, crossing her arms, “But he wouldn’t change, wasn’t going to change, that’s why I cursed him.”

“They all could’ve died, all the innocent lives in the castle.”

“But they didn’t.”

“You couldn’t have known that-” She smiled giving you a little wink and you flushed, she was absolutely gorgeous and even with your boiling anger you couldn’t help but admire her looks. “Did you know?”

“I know many things, when you’ve been alive as long as me you figure things out. As a witch, you learn to predict certain things, know certain things. If I didn’t curse him he wouldn’t have changed, wouldn’t have met you and you both wouldn’t be blessed with a daughter and another child on the way.”

She chuckled as your flush only grew darker, “the heir to the throne,” You opened your mouth to ask about how she could possibly know the gender but you heard Technoblade let out a choked sound. You looked up and saw that his pupils were the size of pinpricks looking between the two of you. Nervously you pressed a hand to your stomach and all at once Technoblade was blinded with rage, he felt small hands tug on his cloak. He glanced down seeing Athena, her big doe eyes innocent and hopeful, she’d never seen him lose his temper and she never would. He swallowed, picking her up in his arms, she smiled letting her arms squeeze around his neck.

“My love. Shall we, Tommy’s waiting.”

“Yes! I’ll be right there.” You called, your husband’s eyes wouldn’t leave the witches until you were safely tucked by his side. “Tech?”

“Let’s go.” He gently nudged your body forward and rested his hand safely on your lower back, although you knew it was more so he could ground himself in reality. “You okay?” He whispered as your odd little family walked towards your old childhood home.

“Fine…she says we’re having a boy.” Technoblade kept his mouth shut tight, only nodding his head, his eyes looked fuzzy and you were worried he might be dissociating. “Tech?”

“I’m alright.” He breathed out softly, his breath swirling around his mouth looking like a puff of smoke from the cold. “I just need a minute, I’ll join you inside in a moment.” You hesitated and he placed a kiss on your forehead.“Promise,” He handed Athena off to you. “I would never lie to you.”

“Five minutes.”

“Five minutes.” He nodded as you trailed inside, Athena waving at him over your shoulder, he smiled giving a small wave back in response. He turned around to stare back at the witch but she was already gone, leaving her basket behind. Technoblade watched as the village got back to its regular activities. Kids playing in the square, adults, and artisans selling their goods at the market. Young men played instruments while some women (and men) swooned in delight at the melodious sound. He never thought to be here, standing as a human in his village surrounded by his people, his tail swishing over the wood on the porch. Moments like this made him realize how much he truly did love you, without you, he’d never be able to stand and be human again. The wind rustled and blew through the loose strands of his hair, it was cold, and nipped at his bare skin turning it pink he swore he could hear it whisper.

‘I’m proud of you.’

Before the world was quiet once more.

~~~

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Beauty And The Beast

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~C!Technoblade x Fem!Reader): Beauty and the Beast AU

Welcome to the final part. Stay tuned for the epilogue.

This part has NSFW scenes ***

Cover art is done by: @abovenyx

~~~

Dream and the mob held their heads up high as they marched towards the monster’s castle, “Everyone remember! Take whatever you desire but leave the monster to me! I want his head on my wall!” He grinned holding his crossbow high in the air, they cheered loudly into the night. The door was locked but it took the mob only minutes till they broke it down. Dream stepped in first, George followed along close to Dream’s side.

“This place gives me the creeps.” His nose scrunched up clinging tight to his friend’s arm, Dream scoffed,

“Shut up.”

“Well, it does…” He mumbled under his breath,

“Shut up will you!” He snarled and George flinched,

“I want to go home!”

“I don’t care what you want!” Dream snapped, “And stop clinging to me like a little girl!” He shook the man free and marched down the hall,

“I hate you!”

Just as George shouted the entire castle was brought to life, “Charge!” Shouted Wilbur from on top of Niki, She laughed as the entire castle moved to attack the villagers! George yelped and dodged an incoming attack from Puffy shaking like a leaf.

“Oh honey, find yourself a better man!” She tutted, “He’s no good for you.”

George flushed red up to the tips of his ears just as he was hit over the head with a pot and promptly laid unconscious on the floor.

Phil hurried up the stairs to the West Wing, he was riding on Steve, Technoblades white dog that had gotten turned into a footstool.

“Technoblade.” Phil urged sternly, as Steve skidded to a stop, “You have to get up.”

“Leave me be Phil.”

“The castle is under attack! You could be killed!”

“It doesn’t matter…” He looked longing at the rose, it had one petal left, “Just let them come.”

Phil looked at his prince pityingly before heading back to join in the fight downstairs, it was only a few minutes after he left when Dream entered Technoblade’s room in the west wing. “Ha! You’re even uglier in the flesh you know,” He scoffed walking towards him, crossbow in one hand dagger against his hip. “Get up!” Technoblade didn’t so much as grunt, as Dream wound his foot back and kicked him. Dream growled in distaste and laughed, “What? Too kind and gentle to fight back?” He snarled, hitting the monster across his face, he held his head back and laughed unkindly, “You were in love with her weren’t you? Oh, that’s a good one! Did you really think a girl like (Y/n) could ever fall in love with a detestable creature like you? She despises you, in fact, she sent me here to destroy you.” That seemed to snap him out of his stupor a low, warning growl spilled from his throat,

“No.”

He stood up to his full height, he towered over Dream, but the man was not cowardice, a wild grin spreading across his features. He was ready to make this monster bleed, “She’s mine now you foul thing.”

“No!”Your voice shrieked bursting into the West Wing and Technoblade’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Stop hurting him Dream.”

“You bitch!” Dream snapped at you and Technoblade growled,

“Don’t talk to her like that!” He tackled the man onto the ground of the balcony claws digging into his sides. Dream wheezed a breath and clawed at the monster’s arms, “You don’t ever talk to her like that!” He roared in his face, spit flying as he grabbed him by the neck, holding him over the edge of the balcony.

“Pull me up! Pull me up!” Dream pleaded, grasping at Technoblade’s paws around his neck, Technoblade could feel your eyes on the back of his head. He could drop him, it’d be so easy and he’d never be able to bother you again. Techno could also snap his neck to make it quick and painless even if it isn’t what he deserved. He felt himself hesitate to make a move. He wasn’t that man anymore, not since he met you, not since he fell in love with your very being. He brought Dream away from over the balcony and dropped him on the ground, he gasped for breath.

“Get out.” He snarled at Dream, “(Y/n).” Technoblade murmured, turning to face you, stepping towards you.

“I’m so sorry!” You’re voice trembled, he noticed the pink on your cheeks,

“You’re cold…”

“That’s what you’re worried about!” You laughed in disbelief, shaking your head fondly and he slid off his cape pulling it around your shoulders.

“You came back…”

“Take my hand!” You beamed holding out your hand to the man, he laughed breathlessly ready to feel your warmth, but instead, he felt a sharp pain through his chest. He howled in agony hitting the oppressor, who yelped stumbling backward off the balcony Dream was gone but Technoblade collapsed in on himself. You wailed in agony yourself, running up to Technoblade as he crumbled on the ground. You pulled him into your lap and pressed your hands into the wound, he hissed in through his teeth. “Get over it!” You sobbed frantically and he chuckled deeply, eyes dropping closed snuggling against your lap.

“You really came back…” His red eyes shining with tired delightedly,

“Of course I did. I couldn’t let them- If only I came back sooner! Then you wouldn’t be…” Tears rolled down your pale cheeks and you heard him tut quietly,

“Don’t cry, Princess. Don’t stain that pretty face with tears…” He winced, letting out a gasping breath, “Maybe it’s better this way.”

“Don’t talk like that, everything’s going to be fine!”

“(Y/n)-”

“No! No! We’re together now. You’ll see everything’s going to be fine, I promise you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. At least I got to see you one last time.” He pressed a paw to your small cheek, you really were an angel.

“Stay with me. Don’t go away, you can’t leave me not like this…not like this!” You wept violently,

“Shhh shhh. (Y/n)…I…”

“Yes?” His eyes dropped closed and he went limp against you. “No. No Technoblade? Techno!” You pleased, shaking him slightly, you fell across his chest sobbing violently. The last petal from the rose began to fall onto the bottom of the jar, “Please I love you.” Suddenly bright lights began to illuminate his body and you stumbled back as Technoblade’s body rose in the air. Tears dried almost instantaneously, as his body erupted in golden beams of light, he landed on two feet and as the light disappeared there stood a man. The clothes he was wearing were way too big for him, he turned around to face you, red eyes sharp and calculating. Long pink hair fell over his shoulders and down his back, small tusks poked from his bottom lip, ears pointed like an elf’s, and a long tail was visible from behind him.“Tech…no?” You breathed he blinked staring down at you,

“(Y/n)?” He laughed in delight, tail wagging from side to side,“I-” He looked down at his hands, human hands with fingers. “I’m human!”

“Sort of!” you squeaked and his brow furrowed turning around to spot his tail,

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me-mph!” Technoblade was cut off by the feeling of your lips against his own eyes blown wide pupils big and bleary. He felt your fingers caress his cheeks, your lips tasted like salt from your tears and he pulled you close but the hips, bones knocking together. He moaned low and hot, into your mouth, tail curling around your leg squeezing it tightly. You pulled away and he let out a low whine, it was an unnatural sound, not as monstrous as it once was.

“You’re alive.” You sobbed shoulders shaking, he shushed you softly, heart aching.

“You broke the spell, Princess. Well, sort of…” His tail squeezed your leg again, “Guess I was cursed a little too long-”

“I don’t care! I love you so much!”

“I-I love you too!” His face burned to the tips of his ears, “The others-”

“Technoblade!”

“Your highness!”

“(Y/n)!”Tommy shouted bursting into the room, behind him were two men and two boys Tommy’s age. The spell seemed to have been completely broken, you laughed in delight as Tommy ran up and hugged you tightly. “I’m so glad you’re alright!”

“I’m glad you’re okay too.” You whispered into his neck squeezing him back,

“Miss (Y/n) look! We’re human again!” Tubbo babbled, he was a young boy with brown hair with similar chocolate eyes. You assumed the other boy was Ranboo who waved shyly, he towered over all of you, even Technoblade, and his hair was a moppy mess.

“You did it. I can’t believe you did it!” Wilbur gaped at the man, he was handsome too, Sally was a lucky woman. Big round glasses rested on his nose, you assumed the other man was Phil. Older as you figured, but with blonde hair and tired eyes, Wilbur must’ve got his looks from his mother.

“Why do you still have a tail mate?” Phil laughed pulling on it, Techno yelped,

“Sensitive!”

“Sorry!” He howled with laughed,

“How am I supposed to know?” Techno mumbled, “I think it has something to do with how long it took to break the curse.” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his other hand finding your own squeezing it nervously. “I need better clothes,”

“I’ll help you.” You smiled kindly kissing his knuckles and he flushed shyly, Tommy grunted in distaste,

“You hurt my sister, I hurt you.” He snarled, “Treat her right, you’ll have a lot to make up for, considering you kidnapped me.” Technoblade grumbled under his breath glaring hotly at your brother,

“Tommy. Shush, go help the others clean.”

“(Y/n)! Let me be a good brother to you! I want to protect you.”

“That’s my job,” You pinched his cheek and he whined embarrassed as Ranboo and Tubbo snickered. “Now shoo,”

Tommy scoffed, “come on boys! We have a job to do!”

“On it big man!” Tubbo chirped, interlocking his hand within Ranboo’s and following Tommy out of the West Wing. Wilbur followed them,

“I need to find Sally, congratulations to both of you.” He nodded his head, Phil followed soon after, kissing your knuckles and seeing himself out.

~~NSFW START~~

Technoblade cleared his throat turning to you,

“You said…you’d help?”

“Of course,” You smiled, pulling him into his bedroom and sitting him down on the bed. You kissed his lips softly before heading over to his wardrobe, he sighed dreamily watching you tend to him. “Techno?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

His heart soared, beating rapidly in his chest, “I love you too!” He said hurriedly, making sure you knew and didn’t doubt it for a moment. You turned back around and smiled, dusting off some of his old clothes, and placing them on the bed. “Oh, darlin’ I don’t know if I’m gonna fit into any of those…I’m not exactly a teenager anymore.” Technoblade laughed almost shyly, “We got them when we thought the curse would be solved quickly and clearly…”

“Hm that’s okay, I don’t mind if it’s a little tight.” You said it casually he flushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh yeah?”

“Hmhm.” You turned to face him plopping yourself down on his lap, he flushed squeaking shyly, “This okay?” He nodded rapidly like a little sweet puppy, “Good arms up.” He obeyed, “Good boy.” You praised and a whine spilled from his throat yearning for more of it, his shirt was gone and you sat back on his legs. He felt like you were observing him, analyzing every bit of his human body, why did he feel more self-conscious now than he did when he was a monster. Maybe because as a monster he was objectively ugly and now…he was human. He forgets how to be human. “You are so beautiful.” You gushed peppering his face in kisses, he sighed, tail sliding around your waist and squeezing. He relished in the way you squeaked, face turning all red, he leaned forwards lips attacking your neck. His tusks brushed against your skin and your breathing hitched, he pulled you forward with the tail so you were pressed chest to chest. “Techno…you’re such a good boy. So good to me.” He felt his tongue lull out of his mouth, purring deeply, or tried, now as a human it came out as a weird type of sound.

“Please…don’t make me beg.” He panted, “I’ve never.” Technoblades face turned red to the tips of his ears, “Help.” He meekly said shifted feeling something pressed into your ass, he whined as you shifted your hips.

“Aw poor puppy.” You cooed, another whine from his lips, big red eyes showing nothing but innocence and need. You cupped his cheeks within your hand “Of course I’ll help you,” You cooed, bringing his hand behind you to untie your corset. He paused, swallowing, “Go ahead.”

“I can’t-I don’t know how.” You didn’t falter in your smile, for he was afraid you’d be ashamed of him.

“It’s alright.” You hopped off his lap and he reached out for you desperately, tail not letting you go, “Release I’m gonna help.” His tail slowly unwinds itself and watches you carefully reach behind yourself and untie your corset. It fell swiftly and you laid it down on the bed, he watched with a watchful eye as your breasts bounced free. He shifted, not able to tear his eyes away, thank god for giant pants. You turned around and he brought his hands up slowly, “Unbutton it.” That he could do, he used his nimble fingers to pop the buttons open one after another, he traced his fingers down your spine and he felt you shiver underneath it.

“Now what?”

You faced him and slid the dress down your shoulders exposing your chest to the man, he choked helplessly, digging his nails into the bedsheets. But his tail wouldn’t stop swaying, he’s never seen it wag this hard before and you giggled sweetly. You sat back in his lap and cooed sweetly, “Go ahead you have permission to touch.” Technoblade let out a shuddering breath and dragged his hands over every curve and dip of your body. His hands finding your breasts he squeezed them tenderly, he watched your eyes flutter and sigh, hips grinding down on his lap. He moaned deeply, sparks lighting up his body, he moved forward and placed his lips on your collarbone gaining confidence as time went on. Following his instincts and what his body yearned for, listening to all the praise you were giving him was making his head foggy. His hips bucked up, as he panted eyes squeezing shut he moaned lowly, white exploding behind his eyes as his breathing hitched in his throat. You stilled above him pulling away, he was panting cracking his bleary eyes open his body felt like limp jello. You smiled, didn’t comment on anything, just pressed a kiss to his forehead, “Finish up getting dressed, maybe hop in the shower while you’re at it.”

“What…” He mumbled, “just happened.” He slurred his tail weakly letting you go as you stood, he whined and wanted to follow after you. “Come back to bed…”

“Later tonight,” You pulled him up and he slumped against you, “Darling come on. You just came, draw yourself a quick bath, and go get changed.”

“Oh,” He flushed, “fuck. You’re still not wearing your top.”

You laughed, pecking a kiss to his lips, “shoo, before Tommy gets any ideas.”

“But your boobs-”

“Go!” You laughed walking over to your dress, he watched sadly as you slipped it back over your head.

–End of NSFW–

You both walked back to the main hall hand in hand, Technoblade in better fitting clothes, he was correct in suggesting they would be tight. But it hugged his ass and muscles nicely so who were you to complain about that, “The love birds are back!” Tommy called, rolling his eyes as you giggled in response. Three equally beautiful women ran at you wrapping you up in a tight hug, Technoblade huffed as you laughed.

“(Y/n)! It’s us, tell me you recognize us! Oh! Oh! Who’s who!” The redhead bounced excitedly,

“Sally?” You spoke softly and she squealed in delight, “Niki and Puffy?” You pointed to the other girls guessing correctly.

“It’s so nice to formally meet you.” Niki held your hand on her own, her skin was so soft! Puffy wrapped her arms around Niki’s waist resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Ditto.” Puffy hummed, she gleaned over at Technoblade, “You scored a good one don’t let her go. Put a ring on her finger right now.”

“I am, I am…” Technoblade sighed, “If you want?” He asked sheepishly,

“Of course I want to.” You smiled, “But ask Tommy for his blessing first, it’d mean the world to him.” Technoblade growled rolling his striking eyes and you nudged him, “I mean it.”

“I will. For you the world.”

“For you my heart.”

He sighed happily, tail wagging against the floor, he kissed you on the lips fondly. Your hands cupped his cheeks and he pulled you close.

And they lived happily ever after.

~~~
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Beauty and the Beast

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(C!Technoblade x Fem!Reader): Beauty and the Beast AU

Cover art is done by: @abovenyx

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Chapter 2:

The West Wing of the castle was dark almost like Technoblade didn’t want anything to illuminate this wing. You frowned sniffing from the dust that seemed to have settled over everything in sight. A large door greeted you at the end of the hall, the wood was dark and littered with carved filigree. Your fingers delicately traced over the engravings, you were in awe at the gorgeous handiwork. A skilled carver had to have made this, it must’ve cost a fortune. You gently pushed the large door open, it creaked in response and you flinched at the sound you looked around seeing that no one heard you, you entered without hesitation.

The room was somehow even messier than the corridor it was attached to, trash and torn pieces of tapestry littered the floor and you couldn’t wrap your head around how anyone could live in conditions like these. Your eyes gazed upon a torn tapestry hung up on the main wall of the room, on it was a picture of a handsome man. A strong jawline and long pink hair, eyes a blazing an intimidating crimson…they looked almost familiar to you. Slowly you turned towards the balcony just before the entrance to the outside sat a rose, it was held up by nothing but magic it looked wilted as it was losing petals at an alarming rate. Water…maybe it needed water? Why would anyone let this rose wither away and die if it can be revived with some water? You reached your hands out gently cupping the glass dome it was residing in, a snarl tore you out of your stupor. You screamed as a clawed hand gripped your wrist tight pulling you away from the glass case. Technoblade blocked your view of the rose, his eyes like hot coals looked into your own, steam curling around his snout as he growled.

“What are you doing here?”

“I…” You couldn’t find the words, mouth going dry as you stared up at the towering beast above you.

“I told you never to come here? Do you have ears? Do you listen to anything anyone says ever, you dumb girl!” He spat and you tensed, standing up straighter ready to defend your case you opened your mouth,

“I know that you told me not to come. But-”

“Do you realize what your insolence could’ve done!? How would it have affected everyone here? Get out!” He pointed to the door with a clawed hand, “Now!”

“No, I-”

“YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO BE HERE! NO RIGHT!” He yelled directly in your face, you flinched moving to run past him as he spun you both around so he was blocking the exit. Technoblade reached out grabbing your arm and promptly tore a piece of your sleeve off, tearing into your delicate skin. You yelled in pain thin lines of blood trickling down your upper arm, and for the first time since you’ve been there, you looked petrified. Seeing what he had done his face fell, he held his hand tight to his chest, “No, I…I didn’t mean-”

“PROMISE OR NO PROMISE I WON’T STAY HERE WITH YOU!” You screamed hair falling down your face, and sticking there due to the tears. You turned on your heel and burst out the door, down the hall, you dodged a rather frantic-looking Wilbur and Phil.

“Miss (Y/n)? Where are you going?”

“Wait it’s dangerous you mustn’t! Techno what did youdo!” Phil snarled the beast of a man must be hot on your heels.

“I’m sorry! Please! I didn’t mean to frighten you or hurt you! I didn’t- You don’t understand…there’s so little left of me…so little.” He trailed off watching as you ignored all their pleas and opened the main entrance door. Cold air immediately burned your cheeks raw, it was snowing once more as you bolted through the gardens and into the dark woods that would lead down to your village. The woods were dark, and the moon did little to illuminate your path, you weren’t prepared to be out in the snow. The wind and snow chilled you to the bone, as the wet snow soaked through the thin fabric of your dress and shoes. Your panted breaths came out in a little puff of fog as wolves howled in the distance. You took a nervous breath. Stopping briefly in the middle of a clearing you panted looking around the area for the proper way to get home to the village. That would prove to be a challenge because just as you made a choice in which direction to go in a wolf stepped out of the darkness. You tensed stumbling a few steps back, you made a move to turn back in the direction you came but you found yourself surrounded by a pack of ravenous wolves. They all were baring their teeth and snarling, as they closed in a circle around you, you frantically looked around before picking up a tree branch and holding it out like a sword. You were so dead,

‘I’m so sorry Tommy.’

You were startled out of your self-pity with a loud roar, suddenly snow fell around you as something landed in front of you. “Technoblade!?”You squeaked as he looked down at you, blazing red eyes so stern and serious it made heat pool in your gut. You shamefully looked away,

“Get behind me.” He huffed pushing you behind him shielding you with his cape, the wolves snarled in response and lunged themselves at Technoblade. He growled right back at the beasts and ripped them off his arms as they latched onto them with their teeth. He tossed them into the air like they were nothing, clawing at their fur as they clawed and bit right back at him. One latched onto the back of his hand and he snarled teeth baring as he ripped the wolf off, tearing through the skin on his hand and into a tree. It seemed to be the Alpha because the other wolves began to back off seeing their unmoving Alpha. Technoblade snarled at them once more and they backed off completely and utterly, he fell to his knees clutching his arm. “Are you alright?”

“I’m…I’m alright are you?”

He only grunted nodding weakly panting heavily. His eyes looked bleary, if you wanted you could leave him here. You could continue back to the village, you looked back over at the wounded beast…no wounded man and your choice was made. You slung his arm over your shoulder and helped him back to the castle. Once you both made it back into the castle he sat down in a large armchair by the fire, you were still in his lap. A part of you was too stunned to move, especially when he nuzzled his snout into your neck, you blushed shamefully red.

“What happened?” Phil fretted hoping over, Wilbur by his side,

“I got attacked…he saved me.”

“He what?” Wilbur asked in disbelief and Techno snarled weakly,

“He’s hurt. I need warm water and a cloth please, the wound needs to be cleaned.”

“I’ll get Puffy.” Phil nodded, a few minutes later he came back with a teapot, who you assumed was Puffy. Phil had a rag in his hands and you moved off his lap, a loud whine spilled past his lips, all three members looked shocked to the core.

“He must be really hurt.” Puffy fretted pouring warm water into a bowl, you took the rag gently and dunked it in the water squeezing it out and shaking it so it wouldn’t be too hot. You placed the rag on the wound and he howled, teeth barring, pulling his arm away from you.

“Let me see! Don’t do that!” You scolded reaching for his arm and he moved it out of your grasp, another growl but this one was less ferocious and more nervous. “Just let me help you.” You grab his arm and touch the cloth to the wound he hissed painfully eyebrows furrowing in pain.

“It hurts!”

“If you just hold still like a good boy it wouldn’t hurt as much.” You retorted, with all the fur you couldn’t see his blush but he felt his cheeks warm. He scoffed,

“If you hadn’t run away this wouldn’t have happened!” Technoblade shot back, his eyes sparkling like he won this mini-debate.

“If you hadn’t frightened me I wouldn’t have felt the need to run away!” You shot, not backing down, not this time not when you saw he truly had no intent to hurt you. He paused another moment before coming up with a retort,

“Well,”He growled, “You should’ve stayed out of the West Wing like you were told!”

“You should learn to control your temper.” You glared hotly at him and he wilted only slightly under your stern glare, never one to back down he glared right back. However, he was the one to avert his gaze as he looked down at his friends for help who all avoided eye contact. He huffed and you continued “now hold still please, this may sting a little.” You continued to clean the wound, all of you sat in relative silence before Technoblade noticed your cheeks turning a soft red. Your voice came out quiet and tender, “Thank you by the way. For saving my life…”

Techno blinked in surprise, finding that your gentle tone made him blush as well, “You’re welcome…”

Puffy, Phil, and Wilbur all looked at one another with eager surprise, it was happening. The young Prince was falling in love.

The night passed with hushed conversations between the two potential lovers before they both departed for the night. Techno’s heart felt light and fluttery, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his cheeks, shit this could work.

The next afternoon Technoblade asked you to have lunch with him, you nodded kindly but before you could go anywhere he grabbed onto your hand. “Your wound…did you patch it?”

“My wound…oh.” You blinked laughing lightly, “I forgot all about it I just passed out.”

Technoblade clicked his tongue,“come.” Giant hand still in your own he led you into one of the many bathrooms. He fumbled opening the bandages and you smiled fondly,

“Let me.” You opened them easily with your fingers and he grunted in displeasure, he wanted to help you. Looking up at his furrowed brow you held out your arm, “Wrap it for me.”

He stilled for a moment, eyes widening in genuine surprise, “uh sure.” He murmured as he ever so gently tended to the wound he inflicted upon you. “Is that alright?”

“Perfect Technoblade. Thank you,” You took his paw away from your arm and kissed it lightly. He pulled away soon after seemingly completely and utterly flustered. “Lunch?”

“Er yes.” He nodded a few times too many leading you to the familiar dining hall, somehow remembering his manners he pulled out the seat for you. You smiled sitting down as he clumsily pushed the chair in, you smiled in thanks. You watched as Technoblade crossed to the other end of the table and sat down in a way too small chair. You laughed softly watching him fumble his way into it, his tail poking out the back and swaying uncomfortably behind him. He swallowed visibly nervous as you took a spoon in your hand and sipped politely at your soup, looking over the spoon you saw Techno ravenously digging into the bowl of soup. Techno spotted your eye contact and felt his face burn to see you eat so differently from his own way, he wilted but your smile never left your perfect features. Instead of scolding, he watched you pick up the bowl his way and sip at it, he joined you, his own heart swelling with pure joy. “Would um…join me outside? Maybe in the garden?” He asked as they finished lunch, the roaring snow had stopped sometime in the night covering the grown with a fresh layer of pure fluff.

“Oh absolutely.” He watched as her face lit up excitedly, holding her hands close to her chest, “I need to get changed first!”

“No rush, not everyone can have fur as nice as mine.” He thought the attempt at a joke would fall flat but you laughed, really truly laughed, he could melt.

“Be back in a jiffy.” You chirped practically rushing out of the dining room, this time happily he slumped against his chair. His tail that once had been thumping nervously, was wagging furiously behind him thumping on the ground. He caught sight of Wilbur and Tubbo laughing and he huffed trying desperately to stop the swaying of his tail.

“You seem happy.” Tubbo mused innocently hopping over, Techno huffed picking him up and placing him on the table.

“Me? Happy? Never.”

“Sure about that big guy?” Wilbur hummed and Technoblade slumped letting out a slightly dreamy sigh.

“When she smiled at me, Wilbur…when she smiled at me. I get all choked up and I-I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“Good!”

“That’s good?”

“It’s excellent your highness!”

He looked like he wanted to say more but you came back adorned in a soft blue coat with fur, gloves, and earmuffs covered your head. You looked just as excited as earlier, “You ready!”

“Hmhm.” He nodded standing up, the both of you walked outside side by side, the snow was beautifully laid out and you both ruined the blanket with your footprints. The garden was beautiful especially covered in snow, he watched you hum and dance about eyes shining like the sun. It took Technoblade’s breath away, panicked he put together a giant snowball and chucked it at your face.

The panicked thought of ‘WHY DID I DO THAT?!’ ran through his head as it landed right on your face. You blinked blearily shaking the snow off you, you gave him a stern look and he laughed nervously.

“This is war Blade.” You mused making a snowball of your own and hitting him in the face, it was puny and he barely felt it but he acted as he did. For your sake. You laughed triumphantly and he smiled, his attention was drawn away from you for a few quick moments. He saw two little birds hopping around the snow, he stepped towards them and they flew away in fear. Technoblade flinched rather visibly, you frowned stepping over,“Here.” You smiled kneeling on the ground, he followed suit, he saw you pull out some bread seeds from your pocket and scatter them on the ground. The birds came back happily chirping and pecking at the seeds, Technoblade looked at you questioningly and held back a panicked yelp as you touched his hand so gently. You poured birdseed inside of it and placed it on the ground, slowly and unsurely the birds looked at the both of you. Until the smaller one jumped into his hand, you watched his entire face light up in pure and utter delight. He looked over at you, vibrating in excitement almost as if to say, look they’re not scared of me! You nodded clapping lightly and the birds fluttered away.

‘It’s something sweet, and almost kind. But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined, but now he’s dear and so unsure…I wonder why I didn’t see it there before.’ You thought glancing over at Technoblade, his features may be monstrous in nature but somehow you found him handsome. Those sharp eyes and a strong jaw, big arms, and hands but they were gentle with things that were fragile. Technoblade cleared his throat successfully snapping you out of your staring. Your face flushed and you took his hand within your own, you squeezed it fondly and he laughed almost breathlessly.

‘She glanced this way, I thought I saw…and when we touched she didn’t shudder at my paw. No, it can’t be. I’ll just ignore, but then she’s never looked at me that way before.’ Technoblade thought as both of you stared at one another so fondly, it was your sneeze that broke the silence.

“Are you getting cold?”

“A little.” You responded and were shocked to see him take off his giant cloak and drape it across your shoulders. You flushed as red as the cloak and murmured a soft thank you,

“It looks good on you. Go head inside to change…I have something to give you after.”

“A gift I couldn’t possibly-”

“Go.” He bumped his head against your own affectionately and you smiled scurrying inside, his long cape trailing behind you. He followed inside after a few minutes, tail wagging helplessly once more like it did when he was a child and cursed. Once more Wilbur greeted Technoblade with an eager look on his face,

“She was wearing your cloak huh? Did you both warm yourselves up in the snow-”

“Wilbur.” He snarled ears pulling back, flustered beyond belief, “No she was cold.”

“Damn. I thought there was some gossip there…you alright?”

“She’s wonderful. I’m giving her a gift.”

“Oh, what?”

Techno knelt down and whispered his plan to the candlestick his face lit up, “You sly dog!” Throat clearing was heard and Technoblade stood up to his full height, it was Phil standing beside you. You had a gorgeous baby pink dress on, that stopped just above the floor and a corset that sinched your waist elegantly. “Say something about the dress,” Wilbur coughed nudging Techno with his hand.

“It’s pink.” He blurted and Wilbur groaned this time very audibly,

“A compliment idiot.”

“Oh. What a nice dress.” He stepped toward you swallowing thickly, you curtsied in response, smile still present on your features.

“Thank you.”

He glanced over at both Phil and Wilbur who both gave him a signal to go on. “Okay don’t freak out,” He placed his paws over your eyes and you didn’t so much as flinch, he let out a shaky breath. “I’m gonna lead you okay?”

“I’m in your hands Tech.” You hummed his tail sped up at the nickname but pushed forward chuckling deeply.

“Good hands I hope?”

“Very good, and very strong.” You said those words with such ease his heart thudded rapidly in his chest, the urge to show you how strong they really were flooded through his mind. The urge to pin you against a wall and kiss you breathless fluttered through his head, his big hands sliding under your dress as you mewled cutely under his touch. Techno would chuckle in your ear, tusks grazing your neck, before sliding his hand under your- He swallowed thickly shaking his head trying to rid his mind of those dirty thoughts. You were a lady and should be treated as such. He felt embarrassed of his thoughts, his primal teenage urges never were properly released, considering he was cursed so young. “Techno?”

“Almost there.” He said a little too quickly opening the door with his other hand, he led you into the room, “Eyes closed.”

“Alright.”You giggled feeling his paws pull away from your eyes, Technoblade stumbled back and held out his hands wide.

“Open!” He bit his lip and watched your eyes flutter open with delight. Your gift was his very own expansive library, books were stacked high into the ceiling and you spun around to take it all in. “So?”

“I’ve never seen so many books in my entire life!” You squealed running up to him and throwing your arms around his sturdy middle. He purred, actually purred, and patted the top of your head,

“So you like it?”

“I love it!” You looked up at him resting your chin on his chest, he felt the urge to flex, make sure you could feel the muscle he had beneath the clothes and all the fur.

“Then it’s yours.” He exclaimed breathlessly, you squealed in delight, a sound that shouldn’t have been so becoming. But to Technoblade it was the cutest sound in the entire world, he watched you pull away and flutter from stack to stack gazing at all the books not entirely sure where to start.

‘New and a bit alarming! Who’d have ever thought that this could be.’ You thought looking over your shoulder as Technoblade gave a shy wave, you waved back. ‘True that he’s no Prince Charming, but there’s something in him that I simply didn’t see.’

“Oh!” You called happily pulling a book off the shelf, Techno hummed in curiosity, “This is one of my favorites. The legend of King Arthur have you read it?”

“No.” He spoke almost shyly, “I haven’t-”

“Then you read it first then!” You pushed the navy blue book into his arms,

“No, it’s alright-” He pushed it back into yours,

“You must!” You insisted, he grunted eyebrows furrowing,

“I can’t okay, I never.” He groaned embarrassed and exasperated, “You know…”

“You can’t read?” Your question came out as a hushed whisper. His jaw clenched tightly, steam curling around his nose

“Only a little…a long, long time ago. Look I’ll, I’ll leave you to your reading-”

He felt a hand on his chest stopping him from moving forward, he glanced down and was surprised to be met with your hand on his chest. “Well…” Your voice suddenly shies, “It just so happens that this is the perfect book to start with. Sit with me?” Technoblade nodded, feeling as if he was in a trance as he followed you to the sofa in the middle of the grand room. Unknown to the two of them, Phil, Wilbur, Puffy, Tubbo, and Ranboo were peeping from around the corner.

“Well, who’d have thought.” Wilbur laughed breathlessly,

“Well, bless my soul.” Puffy giggled as Ranboo and Tubbo snuggled up to her,

“Well, who’d have known.” Phil smiled adoringly,

“Well who indeed!” Puffy exclaimed,

“And who’d have guessed they’d come together on their own?” Wilbur chirped brightly.

“It’s so peculiar! Wait and see!”

“We’ll wait and see, a few days more. There may be something there that wasn’t there before.” Tubbo chirped just for fun.

“And here’s a thought, perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before.” Phil mused patting Wilbur on the back, “good job son.” Wilbur’s flames brightened and he smiled at his father.

“What, Puffy?” Ranboo asked brows furrowing together,

“There may be something there that wasn’t there before.” Puffy continued to hum leading the boys away from the potential couple.

“What is it? What’s there?” Ranboo insisted as Tubbo snickered,

“I’ll tell you when you’re older,” Tubbo teased sticking out his tongue, Ranboo huffed

“Okay, I’m older!”

Tubbo howled with laugher and Puffy shushed them putting them both to bed.

The two potential lovers sat on the couch together long into the evening, the flickering fire keeping them warm and safe. Somehow Technoblade’s head ended up on your shoulder, tail wrapped securely around your waist.

“I never knew books could do this…”

“Do what?” You asked curiously, with a small tilt of your head,

“Take me away from here for a little while. Make me forget for a little while…” He frowned slowly taking his head off your shoulder.

“Forget what?”

“Who I…” He swallowed, “Sorry…what I am.”

You frowned, hand cupping his cheek, brushing at the soft fur there, he startled looking over at you with intense red eyes. “A wonderful man and a gentleman at that.”

“What…” He spoke breathlessly, “but I’m a monster.”

“Not a monster. A man, no child, who was cursed. No one deserves to have that fate thrust upon them Technoblade.” His heart swelled, eyes darting to your lips, he looked away swallowing a thick lump in his throat. “You remind me of Tommy…”

“Heh?”His snot scrunched up as he looked back at you disbelief written across his features.

“The village hates him. He adores collecting and inventing little gadgets to help me around the house. Our parents passed when he was young, so I care for him…” Your face fell, “Cared. He’s a troublemaker and the villagers scold him relentlessly, he acts tough. But he’s cripplingly insecure.” You glanced over at him, “Have dinner with me.”

“Heh?” The switch in tones gave him whiplash.

“A redo of last time. Another chance will you join me later tonight?”

“Yes. Yes of course.” He spoke breathlessly,

“Good.”You stood up and he had to physically force his tail to unwind itself from around your waist. “See you tonight,” You smiled brushing your hair behind your ear as you seemingly floated out of the library. Technoblade groaned loudly burying his head in his hands, he loved you so much it was crazy.

“Wilbur! Phil!” He called and both men hopped into the room eagerly, “I need your help…I need- I think I have a date.”

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Beauty and the Beast

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(C!Technoblade x Fem!Reader): Beauty and the Beast AU

Cover art is done by: @abovenyx

Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate! I do and this is my gift to all of you because I’m grateful for all of you and your support.

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Chapter 1:

The morning came way earlier than you would’ve liked, and the birds called for you to get out of bed. You got dressed and slid on your work boots, a chill ran through you and you glanced outside. It had snowed that night, the ground was covered in a fresh coat of white and the house was cold and quiet. The cold wasn’t anything new, but the quiet was, your home was never quiet…Tommy was never quiet.

“Tommy?” You called grabbing your shaw and opening your door, “Theseus you here?” You searched high and low around the house and found nothing except for an empty workbench with a half-finished invention on it. Your throat tightened, he snuck out to get more parts, fuck he promised he wouldn’t do it again. At least not without your explicit permission the little shit, you slid on your snow boots and pushed open the cabin door. You didn’t know what time it started and stopped snowing last night, his footprints had long since been covered by the fresh snowfall. “Fuck me,” you swallowed gathering up your dress and heading into the deep woods. You screamed his name until your throat went raw and eventually you came upon a large castle, with large gargoyles and an atmosphere of unease. Tommy could’ve stayed here for the night, after all, he had no concept of danger. You stepped through the gate ignoring the endless howls of wolves behind you, and you knocked softly on the grand castle doors. There wasn’t an immediate response but the opened with a soft creak. “Excuse me, I’m coming in!” You called stepping through the doors, you heard some rustling but saw no one. You swore you could hear whispers in the halls as you wrapped your shawl tighter around your body. “Is anyone home? I’m looking for my brother Tommy?” You walked down the halls shoes clicking on the floor, “Please have you seen him?” A loud crash was heard behind you and you jumped startled out of your skin lights turned on in the hallway behind you like they were leading you.

Even though every fiber in your being was telling you no, you pushed the thought away and followed the lights. You came across a small dungeon hole and your heart sank,“Tommy?”

“Fuck-Shit-(Y/n)!” He ran up to the bars grabbing at them, you ran up taking his hands in your own. “You have to leave right now! This place is fucked as all hell!”

“What? Not without you, what mess did you get yourself into? Nevermind! I’ll get you out of there, just hold on.” You tried foolishly pulling on the bars and they didn’t budge Tommy’s eyebrows knitted together.

“Seriously (Y/n). You need to leave, it’s dangerous and I’m the man of the house so it’s my job to protect you-”

“Bullshit!” You snapped glaring at your little brother, “I’m the eldest and it’s my job to protect you! So shut your mouth, got it? I’ll give up everything for you and I won’t hear a no. Get a grip-”

A low growl came from the darkness and you turned around, red eyes stared at you from the dark. Hands were pressed on your shoulders from behind, Tommy pulling you close to the bars. “Back off monster freak!” Tommy yelled from over your shoulder and from the darkness appeared a giant monster. Seven feet tall with large tusks curling around his snout, pink fur covered his body and he had a large boar-like tail, and pig-like ears sat on top of his head. A large cape sat on his shoulders and draped down to the floor, it was cherry red with white fur on the top, gold jewelry decorated his tusks and body and your face paled. You sucked in a breath and held your head up high,

“You’re intruding, like Sister like brother it seems.” He snarled his teeth baring at your form, “Unwanted visitors aren’t welcome here. Leave. Now.” His eyes flashed in warning, you huffed turning your chin up high, you shakily stood on your feet.

“Not without Tommy.” You hissed back, if he wasn’t going to be kind to you, you weren’t going to be back.

“You don’t get to make those choices here. Get out.” He hissed grabbing harshly at her arm,

“Let her go!” Tommy hissed lunging at the bars, “don’t touch her!”

“Technoblade!” Phil scolded and the monster flinched and immediately loosened his grip on the woman’s arm. “What are you doing? That is no way to treat a young woman.”

“Phil-”

“Let her go.” That was a clock, a fucking clock was speaking to you, you were going to pass out. It seemed the clock noticed and began to fret, “oh! Techno! Release her!” Technoblade listened to the clock and dropped the arm of Tommy’s sister. She leaned back against a wall, “I’m sorry about his behavior. He’s antisocial.” Technoblade snarled in response, hands clenched into fists at his side, “You could help us and save us all.”

“Phil shut up.” He hissed, his eyes narrowed harshly, silence fell over the group before Tommy broke it.

“What the fuck is going on? Am I gonna be let out of here or not?”

Phil looked at Techno, eyes practically looking into his very soul, “Only on one condition.”

“Anything, I’d do anything for Tommy so long as you let him go.”

“Switch places with him. You’ll never see him again, but he’ll be safe.”

“What the fuck! No way!” Tommy shrieked and you took a shaky breath,

“Okay.”

“What?!”

Technoblade shoved you to the side and opened the bars of the cage and picked Tommy up by the back of his shirt. Dragging him out of the cage, “Hey! Let me go you bastard!” Tommy snarled, wiggling in his grip, “(Y/n)!”

“Tom! I’ll be okay!” You called as he left down the hall Technoblade shoved your brother in what seemed to be a carriage that could move completely on its own and your brother was ripped from your life just like that. Your lip trembled and the monster turned to face you, Technoblade grunted rolling his eyes, and made moves to walk away from the woman. However he was stopped by a rather fuming candlestick, Wilbur was giving him such a look that he turned back towards the upset lady.

“Come. It’s not proper for a lady to stay in a dungeon.”

“But it was fine for a kid?” You shot back another growl rumbled in the back of Technoblade’s throat, once more Wilbur cleared his windpipe.

“I have a room available. It’s up to you if you decide to use it.” He huffed, “come.” There were no footsteps for a moment before he heard the soft footfalls of you following behind him. Pride swelled in his chest and he smiled slightly, he opened the door to a gorgeous room. The bed was bigger than you’ve ever seen, the pink wardrobe was a nice touch.

“Oh wow…” You murmured and Technoblade felt his cheeks heat as he stared down at your bewildered expression. He cleared his throat, straightening significantly, “I want to let you know that you’re allowed to go anywhere in the castle since you’re going to be staying here indefinitely. All except the West Wing, it’s always forbidden. You will meet me for dinner tonight, wear something decent.”

“If you think I’ll be eating dinner with you you’re sorely mistaken.”

“Pardon?”

“I said I won’t be eating with you.” You scoffed,

“Yes, you will. Do you know who I am?”

“No, and I don’t fucking care. I will not be eating with the man who locked me up.”

“If you don’t eat with me then you’re going to starve.” He snarled above you successfully pinning you against the wall, “You hear that!” He roared and you steeled yourself so you wouldn’t flinch. “She doesn’t eat tonight!”

Your nose scrunched up but before you could retort he was already out the door. He was stomping his way down towards the wing you were oh so forbidden to go down. What a stuck-up prick, finally alone you let the tears fall down your rosy pink cheeks. Your nails dug into your arms as you fell to your knees, Tommy was just a kid but he was level-headed he’d be fine so long as he didn’t get into more trouble.

He was a good kid and too many people didn’t see it.

Meanwhile from the West Wing Technoblade watched you through his magic mirror with an ache in his chest. He watched you cry on the floor of the bedroom he had given you, he didn’t know why he felt so bad seeing you so upset. He felt like the safety of his staff and friends were on his hands, if she didn’t fall in love with him they’d all be stuck like this for the rest of eternity. It was a lot of pressure on his shoulders, plus how could anyone fall in love with him when he looked as beastly as he did. He huffed running his hand over his face tiredly, he looked over at the beautiful glass case containing the elegant rose and watched mournfully as another petal landed on the ground.

~~~

“Why’re you crying, miss?” You tensed head shooting up to lock eyes with your wardrobe,

“I-I’m sorry,” You whipped your eyes quickly and she tutted, walking over and using her handles to pat your head tenderly. “(Y/n)…”

“That’s a lovely name for a lovely girl. I’m Niki, a professional stylist.” She hummed, “Chin up darling I promise you it’ll be okay. What do you think? Would a new dress cheer you up?” You giggled and gave a little nod,

“What could hurt Miss Niki?”

“That’s my girl!” She squealed, throwing open her drawers and cabinets, throwing dresses upon dresses on top of you. You laughed in delight and were mid-trying on a lovely red dress when there was a quiet knock on the door. Stepping inside was a candlestick, you saw him briefly earlier “Wilbur! You’re lucky she was dressed.” Niki scolded and if candlesticks could blush he would’ve, “I thought Sally would’ve taught you better.”

“Oh hush Niki…” He huffed sticking out his tongue and he turned to you, “You look, lovely Miss. My name is Wilbur Soot, I’ll be escorting you to dinner tonight.”

“Oh no thank you. I’m not going.”

Wilbur blinked, once, twice, and then a third time. “I’m sorry…no?”

“Yeah no thank you. If…Technoblade is going to be there then I must decline.” The candlestick laughed, his fire flickering oh so happily. You gave him a confused look,

“He may say you have to starve but we servants will not let a lovely lady such as yourself wither away in here. Even if you do have Miss Niki as a company. She doesn’t exactly cook.”

“Oh shut up! I used to be able to bake like a star…I can’t exactly do that now…”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“Well you see Miss we’re all…” She looked at Wilbur and gave a nod “cursed.”

“But who would do such a thing?” You asked softly, “You mean to say you were all human once?”

“A rather handsome one at that.”

“Wilbur, you’re married.”

“Me being handsome is a fact of life Niki.” You burst into laughter, eyes drying up, Wilbur hummed pleasantly, “Now if you don’t mind I’d like to steal our guest away for dinner.”

“Go ahead. I’ll be waiting here for you.” She waved with her handle before you followed Wilbur out the door. A rather stern looking clock joined in leading you to the grand dining hall,

“I promise to do whatever I can to help you all.” You whispered and if Wilbur or Phil heard you they didn’t comment.

“Technobalde isn’t going to be happy about this Wil. You know better than anyone that he’ll have your head for this.” He ranted, Wilbur scoffed at his father giving him a look of his own.

“What and let this beautiful lady go hungry? Not in your life, old man.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to cause trouble. I can go back to my room, I don’t want you in trouble, Mr. Wilbur.”

“Just Wilbur is fine love and it’s alright. I insist, Technoblade is a big softy at heart,” You gave him a disbelieving look but nodded slightly at his response. The conversation on your end trailed off from there, Wilbur kept telling you about the grandiose things around the castle and their historic significance. It was interesting but you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach was rumbling with hunger and nerves.

“Wilby there you are!” A feather duster cooed rushing over to him and snuggling against his…face? “And is this her? My, she’s beautiful! I’m Sally, Wilbur’s wife!”

“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” You curtsied and she giggled,

“So polite Sally is fine! Come, come everyone’s so excited to meet you.” Sally the feather duster sat you down on a chair at the head of the table. She let out a loud whistle and the dinging hall came to life, Wilbur cleared his throat and smiled.

“Welcome to your dinner darling.”

It was like magic, the way everything seemed to come alive, food was placed in front of you at an alarming rate. Two tiny teacups popped into your view, one had a chip on its rim, they introduced themselves as Tubbo and Ranboo. They seemed to be in awe of you talking your ear off about the outside world and asking questions.

“How old are you boys?” You asked tilting your head with morbid curiosity,

“Seventeen!”Tubbo declared, your eyes softened and both boys seemed to notice.

“Is everything alright?” Ranboo asked hopping over to nuzzle against your hand, you smiled softly picking him up in the palm of your hands.

“My brothers around your age. Both of you, I think you’d all get along splendidly. It seems you both have a knack for adventure.”

“Oh absolutely!” Tubbo hopped about, “You’ll help us be able to meet your brother someday as people!” He chirped excitedly, “Cause you and Prince Technoblade are gonna fall in love.” You flinched and Phil seemed to catch wind of the conversation.

“Tubbo, Ranboo stop bothering the poor woman and let her eat.”

“They’re no bother.”

“Yeah, she likes us!” Ranboo beamed happily from his spot on your hand,

“Maybe so but still. She needs both hands to eat, plus your families are looking for the both of you.”

“Uh.” Tubbo whined, “Come on Boo.”

Ranboo pouted, hopping off from your hands, “it was nice meeting you Miss!” He chirped, hopping off after Tubbo. Phil sighed rubbing his eyes and you smiled pityingly,

“You have a lot on your shoulders huh?”

“Nothing for you to worry about though, everyone here has their hopes high that you’ll break the curse.”

“But what if I’m not able to do that…I don’t love him. Phil I barely even like him…”

“Then that’s alright love, he’s not as cruel as he seems…I promise.” Phil spoke softly patting you on the hand, “For now just eat. You’ll want your strength.”

Eat you did, everything was scrumptious and you made sure to thank everyone who brought you more food and then finally dessert. “This is the most I’ve eaten in my life!” You laughed as Sally giggled beside you,

“Puffy will be glad to hear you liked it.” She hummed stifling a small yawn, “Excuse me I must head off to bed, Phil and Wilbur will help you back to your room.”

“Thank you for being so kind and welcoming.”

“No need to thank me.” She tutted, “It’s basic human decency. I’ll wake you tomorrow to get some rest.” You smiled as Wilbur and Phil both walked over to you, they seemed to be in a heated debate about something or other.

“Everything alright?”

“Fine, fine nothing you need to worry about.” Phil huffed motioning for you to stand up to follow them back, you did so but they acted like you very much weren’t present. You admired the artwork on your way back but you stopped in front of the hallway leading down to the West Wing. Phil nor Wilbur seemed to notice you had stopped as they kept walking forward in the direction of your room, you knew you weren’t allowed in the West Wing, Technoblade had made that clear. However, much like your brother you never did well listening to authority figures, maybe it was because you both didn’t have parents. Either or you stepped foot into the rather dusty corridor leaving the safety of the other wings behind.

~~~

Tommy tore through the woods like a bat out of hell. Snow sticking to his face and boots, frantically looking for someone, anyone to help him. His sister was trapped by a monster, he sucked up his pride and burst into the nearest pub. A place he knew Dream and his crew would be lurking,

“Help! I need help!” He called as silence fell over the bar, Dream raised an eyebrow.

“Tommy? Aren’t you a little too young to drink?” He snickered, eyeing George who nodded in agreement. Sapnap eyed all three of them from his spot at the bar, his husbands standing on either side of him.

“He has her. Has (Y/n)! Has her locked in a dungeon!” Tommy babbled grabbing onto Dream’s arm,

“Who?” He sounded serious, worried even, that some man had claimed what was rightfully his.

“A beast! A horrible monster has her locked away!”

A beat of silence before laughter tore through the pub and Tommy wilted significantly.

“Is it a big beast?” Dream asked wiggling his fingers,

“With spooky eyes.” George joined in mockingly,

“And fangs!” Sapnap mused, sticking out his tongue.

“This is serious!” Tommy snapped, stomping his foot on the ground, “She’s in danger!”

“And you’ve always been a boy who cried wolf!” Alex chimed from his place beside his husband, “Why would any of us believe you?”

“Because I’m telling the truth!”

“I’ll help you.” Dream mused and Tommy looked hopeful,

“You will?”

“Of course. KICK HIM OUT!”

“No!”Tommy cried as Sapnap and George tossed the boy out into the snow.

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Woes of An Immortal

(C!Technoblade x Reader)

Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for 3k followers and I’m sorry this post came a little late! The vote to win was a one-shot with you all guessed it Technoblade. Enjoy the fluff, smut, and angst that comes with this fic.

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When Technoblade became immortal his father had told him of the woes that came with it, immortality was a curse, not a blessing. Technoblade would be forced to watch his loved ones and old friends die while he remained young forever. It wasn’t something easy to live with, the guilt he would experience would never truly go away. The curse came with what his father called the voices, they yearned for blood and emphasized he needed a strong will and mind to ignore them. At the time Technoblade didn’t care was young and naive only looking for the power that came with the idea of never dying. He believed he never would fall in love, who would love a piglin hybrid, he was antisocial and okay with living all on his own for eternity. He was okay with never-dying until he met you. 

You were a simple girl in a village he was visiting, you resembled a greek goddess in the old history books his father had gifted him when he inherited immortality. He wasn’t one to fall in love simply based on looks, but it helped. You were in the town center children gathered around your legs as you read them stories. He had just finished tying up Carl when he noticed you were packing up to leave, he kept his eyes trained on you until he saw you were walking in his direction. Technoblade looked away immediately face burning from embarrassment, in his one hundred years of life this was the first time he felt butterflies in his stomach. He heard a soft hum behind him and there you were, god you couldn’t have been older than twenty, a baby compared to him. 

“Are you new here?” 

The question was innocent and held no ill intent, his tongue felt heavy as he nodded. You smiled warmly reaching your hand out to scratch under Carl’s chin, he tensed worried the voices would scream at him for you to stop. They were rather protective of his horse but to his surprise they were silent, he watched you pull a carrot from your bag, and Carl whinnied munching on the snack happily. 

“Do you have a place to stay? My father runs an inn.” 

“I’m here with my father I don’t know his plans. But thank you miss,” 

“No problem. Well if he’s unsure, it’s on the corner just over there. I’ll even give you half-price rooms,” You batted your eyelashes at him, “I hope to see you before you leave.” He watched you wave your hand heading off towards the inn, he felt a large hand grip his shoulder. He glanced up at his father, he was a bit taller than Techno but looked the same age as he did when Technoblade was born. Scars littered his face, and his scruff had turned into a beard over the years. His one tusk was chipped and his red eyes were dull from years of exhaustion. 

“Who was that?” His father’s voice was more profound than his own and Technoblade huffed slightly, 

“Just some women,” Technoblade mumbled, his father watched his expression, raising his eyebrow. 

“That’s the innkeeper’s daughter. (Y/n) I think her name is, young and pretty.” 

“Don’t try it old man.” Technoblade scoffed shoving his father’s hand off his shoulder, “She’s way too young for you. For either of us.” 

“Either of us you say? You mean you would’ve tried?” 

Technoblade stopped dead in his tracks. Spinning on his heels, he turned to face his father, “Don’t.” 

“Don’t what? She’s a pretty little thing.” His father made a womanly shaped figure with his hands, wiggling his eyebrows cheekily. “The children loved her,” 

“Dad please.” 

“You’re almost 25 Techno-” 

“Only by human standards.”

“You’ve never dated a girl.” 

“Dad-” 

“Or guy!” Techno huffed clicking his tongue in distaste eyeing his father wearily and his father only chuckled in response. “Well, you’ll have a lot of time with her cause we’re staying with her and her old man.” Techno grunted pinching the bridge of his nose between his glasses, “It’s just until we make enough money to move to the next town.” 

“Fine. But I don’t want you playing matchmaker or whatever the hell you plan on doing.” 

“My lips are sealed, no matchmaking from your old man.” 

But Techno knew the look in his eye, he’d seen it a thousand times before mischievousness and joy that Technoblade never inherited. He knew this was going to be a long trip if his father continued to act like a child. He only clapped Techno on the back and led him into the inn, he was surprised to see you sitting at the front desk with a notebook in front of you. You seemed to be drawing something, or maybe it was writing something he couldn’t tell. A soft bell rang as they stepped inside and you turned to greet them, he noticed a small flicker of pride in your eyes as you stared at him specifically. His eye twitched feeling frustration bubble up in his gut, you had no right to look at him like that like you’ve won some competition. His dad nudged him forward a smirk playing on his lips and Techno huffed “We’ve come to hopefully take you up on your offer from earlier. If it still stands.”

“Course it does. My father’s out at the moment but I can set you up.” You motioned for them to make their way over, Techno’s father went first and introduced himself, 

“Orpheus. Techno’s father at your service I can cover the stay for both of us and we’ll have separate rooms please.” 

“Father? Why you don’t look any older than he does! What’s your secret? My father’s gonna kill you when he sees how young you look!” 

Technoblade groaned as his dad laughed with what seemed to be pride, “Why thank you pretty lady that means a great deal. Techno takes after me you know,”

“Oh, I can tell.” You mused, “you’re both very handsome.” 

Technoblade blushed, he knew he was blushing because he felt his cheeks and the tips of his ears burn hot with embarrassment. He shot his father a frustrated glare, “Ignore him. He’s an ass.” 

“I don’t find him to be that much of an ass.” You laughed grabbing two pairs of keys from behind the desk before walking out from behind it. “Surprisingly I’ve dealt with worse customers, follow me to your rooms.” Both men followed after you, Orpheus headed into the room that was assigned to him bidding you and Technoblade a goodnight. Technoblade noticed you still standing beside him and cleared his throat awkwardly, 

“Uh…thanks for the rooms…” 

“Seriously it’s not a problem at all.” You hummed giving your head a cute tilt to the side, “can I ask you something?” 

“Er…sure?” 

“You looking for a stepmom?” 

“HEH?” He knew his entire face was bright red and he felt jealousy bubble up in his gut unwillingly. You burst into hysterical laughter at his reaction and that only caused his face to burn hotter, 

“I’m messing with you oh gosh! I didn’t know you’d be so easy to tease.” You smiled covering your leftover giggles with your hand. “You’re much more my type,” 

“You’re bold…” He grunted nose scrunching in displeasure, although he didn’t feelthat displeased with your comments. 

“So I’ve been told, I’ve also been told it’s charming.” 

“Whoever told you that is lying to you.” 

You tossed your head back and laughed, shoulders bouncing up to your ears eyes filled with pure delight, “Sleep well Technoblade, and have pleasant dreams.” Technobalde watched with careful eyes as you headed off down the hall, he gave a small chuff in your direction. However he couldn’t help but watch your hips and ass sway as you disappeared from his view, he flushed turning away from your figure. God, every minute that passed Techno was turning more and more into his pervert of a father. 

Technoblade awoke with a start, pupils shrinking as the smell of smoke filled his nostrils. There were terrified screams coming from outside the inn and a distinct sound of someone pounding on his bedroom door. “Technoblade! Open up there’s a raid outside in the village, get your sword and get up now!”

Technoblade was out of the bed like a shot, he didn’t have any time to put on armor, he just slid on his briefs and grabbed his sword storming out the door. “Dad!” 

“What kid?” He turned to face Techno, his hair spread out all over the place eyes blazing red ready for the bloodbath. The words stay safe were on the tip of his tongue but instead, he said, 

“Where’s the (Y/n)?” 

“Somewhere in the fray. Find her and keep her safe.” 

Those were the words Technoblade needed to hear before he burst into action. As soon as he demolished the front of the inn the screams were only getting louder and more frantic. Blood littered the streets and the doors of the village and Techno felt his vision narrowing desperately searching for you and you only. He heard another shout and managed to block an incoming attack from a pillager the stopped his ax’s swing halfway with the blade of his sword before running the man through. Blood splattered his chest and face as he pulled the blade out and with a sickening thud, the man fell to the ground. “Mama help!” The voice of a young girl shrieked he turned and saw her cornered by the giant creature known as a Ravager. Before Technoblade moved a blur flew passed him sending loose locks of hair across his face, the smell of strawberries and cedar entered his nostrils and the only thing on his mind was you. He watched as you unceremoniously threw a rock at the beast, it huffed steam pouring out of its nose. 

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!” Your voice was like a knife as it cut through the pandemonium around you, the creature turned to face you and it gave the girl time to run away in the direction of her family. It stomped its hoof against the ground its voice was a mix of many different animal snarls and you reeled back, Techno saw the panic settling across your face. As soon as Technoblade moved towards you the beast began to charge, your body locked up in panic and fear as a response. Luckily Techno reached you before the monster did and curbed its attack with a swift slice across the side of its face. The Ravager screamed bloody murder turning its sights on Technoblade officially, Technoblade turned to you, his eyes a blazing red, 

“Run.” 

His voice didn’t even sound like his in his own ears, it was the first time he heard them so mad, the voices all shouting to kill the creature in front of him. 

“Come back to me.” You stated sternly grabbing him by the pants and pressing a kiss to his lips, it was quick and he almost couldn’t process it with everything going on around him. You were gone from his body like smoke in the wind, and Technoblade could solely focus on the monster who was in front of him. 

“Alright you freak” he grinned flashing his teeth, “Bring it on.”

~~~

After that the two of you were joined at the hip, Technoblade and his father saved the village and were always welcome there anytime they happened to be in this direction. The village also said they could get any supplies they wanted for an amazing discount, which they both took advantage of without argument. Techno more often than not found himself not going on hunts with his father unless it was necessary and instead spent most of his time by your side. He helped you in the inn, even though he was less than personable to many patrons trying to get rooms he did have amazing stories to keep the patrons who frequented the bar on the edge of their seats. He also had a great habit of convincing you to slack off from your duties leaving most of it to your father, who could only bite his tongue because his daughter had caught the eye of the village hero. 

“Techno not right now…” 

“Are you not on your break?”

“I am but-” 

“Then come on no one’s gonna know.” He mused pulling you close by the hips leg expertly slotting in between them making you shiver against his thigh. “Have a little faith in my ability to please you,” He purred nipping and kissing along the column of your neck. 

‘Need. need. Need. want. Want. want.’ Now that the two of you were offical the voices had started referring to you as Techno’s and he was just realived they all could agree on something for once. 

“Fine…you horny bastard. But you only have until my breaks over!” 

“I can make that work,” He pulled you into the storage closet somehow being able to keep his lips interlocked with your own. You moaned sofly against his lips as his hands found your butt giving it a squeeze before lifting you up against the wall. Your legs instinctively went around his waist only serving to pull him closer to your flushed body, your breathing hitched as his tongue entered your mouth only briefly battling for dominance. You let Techno take over rather quickly his one hand began sliding up your waist and landing on the swell of your breast giving it a tight squeeze. He felt you moan at the sensation against his lips and he pulled away from you a string of saliva connecting the both of you, you whimpered and began to unbuckle his pants, he hoisted you a little higher so he could shimmy them down his waist. You purred sofly leaning forward to kitten nip and lick at his neck, he grunted feeling your legs tighten around him, he thanked the gods that you mostly wore skirts and dresses cause all he had to do was hike up the dress to your hips. “Hm?” He panted his hand poking and prodding at your entrance, “You’re already so wet for me? I barely touched you.” He snickered as his fingers disappeared into your folds you let out a needy groan head tossing back against the wall with a soft thud. 

“Hm…Techno more…” You panted pupils blown wide and hazy, “Add another so I can take you…” 

“Yes ma’am.” He purred adding another finger and curling it against the tight spongy-ness of your core. You moaned his name breath hitching in between the moans and he’s never felt more turned on in his life. “Yeah? You like that?” You only groaned louder your walls fluttering rythmically and tight around his fingers.

“I’m close.” You whimpered panting loudly, 

“You ready?” 

“Hmhm.” He watched with glee as you bobbed your head eagerly, as soon as he got confirmation he sheathed himself inside your folds. You both moaned, his head fell onto your shoulder as he panted against your wet skin. 

“God, you feel so good baby…so tight.” He snapped his hips and your moans began to echo off the walls of the room. “It’s like your pretty little pussy was made by the gods just to take me, so good.” Techno continued to growl in your ear nipping and biting at the skin there as he sang praises to you like a mantra. “S-shit-” His eyes shot wide open taking you full force as you began to clench and spasm around him, you shouted his name as you came and he wasn’t that far behind. He stayed inside you for a moment or two longer before you kissed the side of his head, 

“Gotta get back to work…I’m ruined…” 

“Hm good. You’ll think of me all shift,” He mused setting you on the ground watching your mixed fluids run down your legs before you let the dress fall covering up the mess successfully. 

“You’re an ass.” You grumbled opening the door to the broom closet with a huff, 

“You love me.” He spoke without really thinking, it was the first time he ever said it to anyone let alone you, you looked back over at him with surprise. He winced slightly, “er…sorry-” You cut him off with a kiss, 

“I love you too…” You flushed slyly before scampering off back to your job at the inn he felt his heart clench. 

You really were just too adorable. 

~~~

A letter arrived on his desk by a crow, Techno always kept the window of his study open he liked the fresh air to filter through his stuffy office. The crow let out a caw jumping around a little as Techno took the letter from his leg. He recognized it as one of Phil’s crows almost immediately and tore the letter open with his nails, he grunted a little feeling weight on his leg. He looked down to see his daughter clinging to his pant leg, all smiles and a toothy grin. “Now just what do you think you’re doing nugget?” He mused picking her up by the back of her shirt, she giggled loudly as he plopped her in his lap. Holly had your hair and face shape but she was gifted with Technoblade’s red and black eyes as well as her pointed ears. 

“Mama wanted me to come to get you! She said it’s almost time for dinner,” she hummed nuzzling into his chest, his face softening considerably. 

“Tell her I’ll be in, in a minute alright? I just have some last-minute work to do, tell her your Uncle Phil sent a letter.” 

“Okay, Papa. Love you!” 

“Love you to nugget.” He hummed watching as she squirmed off his lap and disappeared through the door. Techno released a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding in as he unfolded the letter, his eyes scanned over the ink and he felt his jaw tensing at every word. Phil was practically begging for Techno to head North to help his eldest son Wilbur, apparently the man had gotten himself kicked out of his own country by a dictator. Wilbur and his young companion seek to overthrow this new form of government and need Technoblade’s help. A favor for an old friend. His past accomplishments spread that far, he was always known to be calculated, cold and ruthless, but he was younger than. He didn’t have anything to live for, no weaknesses, now, however…he looked up to see you standing in the doorway brow creased in stress.

Even worried you still looked ethereal to him, motherhood and age had taken to you kindly. So far your mortal body had barely any grey hairs and you were still as agile and lively as you were when you first met him all those years ago. “Holly said it was Phil?” 

“I need to leave by tomorrow.” He hated the way his voice shook, he had to clear his throat before continuing, “He’s cashing in a favor…” 

“Then Holly and I will come with you, we’ll pack up our things and-” 

“No. No, you can’t come.” Technoblade stood from his desk taking your hands in his own, they were always so small. He cradled them gently as a deep frown settled across your lips, “It’s going to be a revolution. If you and Holly get wrapped up in it who knows what you’ll be used for it’s too dangerous.” He kissed the top of your head in hopes to soothe you, he could smell your anxiety and could practically hear your thoughts spinning. “It won’t be too long…I promise to get you as soon as it’s safe and I’ll send crows to you every single moment I get. You…probably shouldn’t send any back though…in case they’re intercepted.”  

“Techno, what if we lose you and I never know? What if something happens here? I can’t lose you not to something like this, just because you’re immortal doesn’t mean you can’t be killed.” 

“Sweet Thing.” He tutted a smirk resting on his features, “Technoblade never dies remember?” 

“You’re such an ass.” 

“Yeah but I’m your ass.” He snickered capturing your lips in a kiss, and he felt heat like an ignition curl in his gut. His hands reached around to squeeze your ass and you let out the cutest squeal, 

“Techno not now! Holly’s waiting for us for dinner!” You scolded hitting him lightly on his broad chest, he chuckled softly watching your cheeks puff in frustration. 

“Hm…not now,” He mused trailing kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, he felt you shiver beneath his hand. “But tonight. I won’t get to taste you in lord knows how many weeks after today, you’re all mine once Holly is put to sleep.” He could smell the arousal coming off of you in waves and he smirked against your neck, “Yeah sweet thing? Sound good?” 

“Yes…” You whispered quietly face as red as blood, 

“Good girl.” 

When morning came you didn’t want to let Techno out of bed, “Princess I need to go.” He sighed as you buried your face deeper into his chest, you were still stark naked, body covered in bruises and bite marks for last night’s escapades. 

“Just stay here with us…” 

“I wish I could. I need to say goodbye to Holly, she was devastated when we told her.” 

“You are her favorite.” 

“I am not.” Technoblade huffed although a bit of pride swirled in his chest, he caught you giving him a look. “Maybe a little, but she’s a daddy’s girl I couldn’t ask for anything better!” 

“Yeah…yeah. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled sadly brushing hair away from your face, “I’ll write every day.” 

“Swear?” 

“I swear.” Technoblade noticed the furrow in your brow wouldn’t disappear and he placed his large hand on your cheek. “What’s wrong…other than me leaving that is.” 

“Depending on when you return I’m not…I won’t look the same. I’ll be older…What if you don’t recognize me?”

“Even if I’m gone for years I’ll always recognize you. You’re my wife it’s not your beauty that wormed its way into my heart it was your personality. I told you when we got married that even though I’m immortal you’ll always have my soul until the day you die.” He kissed your forehead softly, “Plus I love me an older woman.”

“Okay time to leave.” You huffed and he chuckled fondly peppering your face in light kisses, “Send me a letter as soon as you can.”

“Of course. Love you.” 

“Love you too.”

~~~

Trust was always something Technoblade valued, he’s been away from his wife and daughter for years now. Only sending letters and never getting anything in return was slowly killing him, however, he finally began to believe he was safe on the far outskirts of what was once known as L’manburg. His execution came and went and he showed those who were after him that he was never to be trifled with nor was anything he held dear. He felt like it was finally safe for you and Holly to be by his side forever, the only problem was Tommy. This kid was now living with him and Technoblade was beginning to see him as an apprentice, he had always emphasized how important trust was with the boy. He showed him his Wither Skull bunker and that seemed to get the point across and Tommy was much more forthcoming with the hybrid. 

“Tommy pack your stuff we’re going on an adventure, I got one more secret to show you.” 

“Oh fuck yeah!” Tommy seemed more excited about the idea of an adventure than whatever the secret Techno had. “When are we leaving? It’s been so boring here lately! All the training has been b-o-r-i-n-g!” He punctuated by throwing an arm around Technoblade’s shoulders, the hybrid shoved him off with a huff. 

“Sorry for wanting you to be able to protect yourself.” 

“Sorry for wanting you to be able to protect yourself.” Tommy mimicked wiggling his fingers, 

“You know maybe I won’t take you with me-” 

“Big man! Big man come on I was kidding! Don’t be like that!” 

“We’re leaving at dawn. You’re in charge of packing the food and water for yourself understand? I’ll let you borrow one of my horses.” 

“Carl?” 

“Absolutely not.”

The morning rolled around and it was Tommy who was up and awake first, on occasion Tommy reminded him of Holly, even if it has been a few years since he saw his daughter. They both had the same energy at times and maybe that’s why Techno always had an odd sort of soft spot for the blonde boy. Technoblade got both of their horses set up and put the saddlebags on making sure to fill it with enough rations for the both of them because knowing Tommy he probably wouldn’t listen to Technoblade’s instructions. Tommy was beside him with his turtle shell helmet on top of his head and the ax of peace was strapped securely to his back. They set off due South, every so often Technoblade would look at the sky to make sure they were going in the proper direction. Even though he hadn’t been to your village in years he still knew the way there like the back of his hand. 

After all, Technoblade never forgot a place that held such meaning. 

It took them about a full day to get there, the moon was rising in the sky as they approached the village. Tommy’s face was set into a frown his eyebrows raised practically into his forehead, “So…is this a pit stop for the night or?” 

“Nah this is it.” 

“Er…I hate to break it to you but this is just like any old village? What’s so special about a dumb village? They got like epic trades or some shit?” Techno rolled his eyes hopping off Carl and tying him safely to a fence post and motioned for Tommy to do the same, his young companion did the same with a little trepidation. 

“Come on I’ll show you,” Technoblade began to walk through the rows of houses the villagers who were awake seemed to stop and grin at the very sight of the hybrid. Hushed whispers began to filter through Tommy’s ears and he subconsciously pressed himself closer to Techno, 

‘Is that Techno?’

‘No way he hasn’t aged a day!’ 

‘Someone tell (y/n)!’ 

Tommy wasn’t sure who this ‘(y/n)’ person was but ran into Technoblade’s back as he suddenly stopped short. They were standing in front of a cottage, beautiful vines wrapped around the wood and it seemed like wisteria were growing. You always loved to garden and the house looked beautiful, even more, beautiful than when he left it. The door swung open and before them was a young, teenage girl her (h/c) hair was pulled into two twin braids little tusks poked out from her bottom lip. Her eyes seemed to swell up with tears a pout settled on her face, Tommy looked between the girl and Techno and his stomach flipped the resemblance was uncanny. 

“Hey Nugget…” The girl made a noise launching herself at Technoblade, Tommy moved quickly to grab his sword but paused seeing Technoblade wrap his arm tightly around the girl. She was sobbing and Technoblade kissed all over the side of her head, looking at her more gently than he’s ever looked eat everyone. “I missed you…” 

“I missed you too dad…”

Tommy blanched, “Did she just say, dad?! Techno man what the fu-” 

Techno didn’t seem to be listening to Tommy because an older woman appeared in the doorway, the late thirties or early forties at most, her hair was speckled with grey but she was still beautiful. Her eyes were as wide as saucers an apron was tied around her waist, “Technoblade?” 

“Princess!” Techno let out an almost wet laugh charging to the door and wrapping you in his arms. Your scent was the same cedar and strawberries he almost cried smelling it on your skin, you were just as beautiful as he remembered you being. “I’m home…” Now she did begin to cry, weep openly in fact, she pulled away smashing her lips against Techno’s who gave a soft groan of pleasure. How he missed the feeling of your lips on his own, he wanted to sweep you off your feet and kiss you senseless but his daughter and friend were watching. He rested his forehead against your own, he Tommy was cursing like a disgusted sailor behind him but he didn’t care, he only cared about your voice.

“Safe? Are we finally safe?” 

“Yes, sweetpea. We are safe.” Technoblade whispered softly before pulling away completely, “Tommy come here.” Techno waved the boy over, he hesitantly walked towards the two aware of the teenager following behind him. “Tommy this is my wife (Y/n) and our daughter Holly,” He introduced and Tommy’s jaw went slack, “Sweetpea this is Tommy, my apprentice.” 

“You have a wife and you never told me! A wife! Am I the only one without a wife!” He practically shrieked, “And you have a kid? What the fuck Technoblade! How?! Why?” Tommy looked at you in awe, “this one really? What the living fuck! Who else knows about this!”

“Just Phil and now you.” 

That seemed to stun the blonde into silence, “Only me and Phil?” 

“Phil and I.” Holly corrected with a cute twitch of her ears, Tommy glared at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“Holly be polite.” You scolded softly opening your arms and wrapping Tommy in a hug, he made a sound of stress blinking a few times, “Welcome to the family Tommy.” He grew stiff in your hold before letting out a shaky breath and hugging you back in return, he held on probably a little longer than necessary. 

“Thank you…” He whispered against your neck before pulling away with a cough, “It’s nice to meet you wife and child of Technoblade.” 

“The pleasure is ours, please come in I just finished making dinner. There’s more than enough to go around, I never could break the habit of cooking for three.” You laughed softly feeling Technoblade’s hand on your back grounding you to the moment, “Do you like steak?” 

It took Tommy a moment to register she was talking to him, “Er yeah. Sounds good to me, I’m not one to complain about free food.” 

“Potatoes just the way you like it too Techno.” 

“You’re such a saint,” He breathed leading you through the door and everyone else followed behind the husband and wife duo. Tommy looked around the small cottage taking in everything that involved Technoblade in his earlier years, before L’manburg before the war. He fell back and watched as Holly took her seat at the table, and Techno sat beside her it’s when he could really take in the resemblance between the self-proclaimed blood god and his daughter. You were cooking on the stove smiling to yourself, he still couldn’t believe he was hiding an entirely new life and one that was so domestic. “Tommy. Take a seat. You look like you’re going to shit your pants.”

“Language.” Holly hummed and Techno let out a disgruntled ‘heh’ in response to his own daughter’s scolding. Tommy snickered sitting on the other side of Technoblade turning to you, 

“So I have to ask how good is Techno in bed?” 

“Tommy!” Technoblade snarled face glowing red, you only laughed in response to his question, 

“You’re a troublemaker aren’t you?” You mused setting dinner down in front of him, and Tommy scoffed 

“Nah I’m a basically a saint lady. Don’t I just radiate angelic innocence?” 

“You radiate something all right,” Techno grunted, and this time it was Holly who snickered clearly enjoying the bickering. 

After dinner, you helped Tommy set himself up in the guest room, which he was very much grateful for, loudly declaring that you two love birds and keeping the volume down before disappearing. Techno’s arms immediately snaked around your waist squeezing you tightly, lips and trailing down your neck tenderly. He felt your neck vibrate as you let out a pleased and breathless hum, “Bed?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Once the two of you were secure and safe inside the room Technoblade allowed himself to finally fully relax in the presence of his once own home. He glanced over at you and felt himself smiling, mostly due to the fact that you haven’t stopped smiling since he arrived back here. “Come here, Sweet Thing.” He opened his arms and you fell into them, “We’ve both had quite the adventure huh?”

“Shut up and hold me…” 

He chuckled running his hands through your hair, “It looks good all salt and peppery I like it.” You pulled away to glare up at him, he noticed the wrinkles by your eyes and lips and felt his heart swell with adoration. “What? I do you’re aging like a fine wine. I love it age looks good on you. Just like pregnancy did- Ow don’t hit me!” 

“You’re just as horny as when I left. Age didn’t do you well it seems, you didn’t mature at all.” You scoffed but your voice was light and airy, showing no real malice and Techno’s grin only widened. 

“I’d argue I’m hornier because we’ve both had quite the dry spell, a few years now right?” He teased and he watched you flush pink. His hands were already on your ass giving it a playful squeeze, “unless, of course, you’ve been a naughty little girl hm?” 

“Of course not.” You answered quickly, “you’re my husband. You’re the only one for me, I love you.” He felt his heart swell immensely hearing those three words and he captured your lips in a kiss and he sighed softly against them. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him flush he awkwardly backed up his legs hitting the bed before pulling you down on top of him. 

“You’re coming home with me. You and Holly, it’s safe I’m never going to be without you again. Neither of you girls. Phil, Tommy, and I will protect you I’d trust them with my life.” 

“Promise me.” You whispered lips hovering above his own, “That we’ll be with you for the rest of our lives?” 

“I swear it,” Technoblade assured, hands cupping your cheeks, “We will spend the rest of our lives by one another’s side.” He groaned once more as your lips connected with his own, he really couldn’t believe how touch-starved he was without you by his side. “You’re so hot seriously, you’re like a sexy mom.” 

“I am a sexy mom.” You snorted as he broke the heated kiss with the comment, 

“Yeah but I feel like I’m like you’re my friend’s mom and we’re home from school and me and you are having a scandalous relationship-” 

“You’re disgusting.” You sat upon his hips throwing your head back in laughter, he smiled bringing his lips to your neck nipping at your jugular.

“MILF.” 

“You’re a child.” You snorted letting out a small whine as he dragged his tusks down the collum of your neck, “Techno…” 

“Yes?” 

“Fuck me?” 

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” He purred.

~~~

It wasn’t long after you returned with Tommy and Technoblade when you fell ill for the first time, neither you nor Holly seemed used to the cold atmosphere where he made his home. It remind Techno how fragile you were and he fretted over you like a nervous parent would a toddler. You assured him it was just the flu and you’d be recovered in no time, you were right as usual and you soon adapted to the cold. Holly fell in love with her new home, she especially liked to spend time with Uncle Phil and Techno’s new neighbor Ranboo. As the years went by no one dared to mess with him or his happy little family, especially after the SMP got word of what Technoblade did to Quackity when he kidnapped Techno’s horse. They couldn’t even begin to imagine what Techno would do to someone who harmed his wife or child they would shiver at even the thought of the repercussions. As the years grew Techno remained the same age, the same looking he watched the world around him grow and change while he and Phil remained the only constants. He watched as Holly grew into a lovely young woman, with a knack for adventuring and getting into trouble with Ranboo, Tommy and Tubbo. She was just as reckless as Technoblade was at her age which was saying a lot, he felt like he always had to have one eye out for her which was hard to do when he had the other eye trained on you. Your hair had finally went fully white and it matched the snow outside their home, but you still held your smile and the light in your eyes. However, he couldn’t help but fret over you, it was clear your body was growing weaker and weaker as the years continued to tick by. 

Then you got sick. 

Not like the flu, this one swept you all too quickly one winter leaving you throwing up and coughing blood up into tissues in a way like Techno had never seen before. Phil and he tried all sorts of healing potions but nothing seemed to work, you only grew worse until you could barely get out of bed. Phil had whispered to Techno that night that he needed to prepare to lose you a little sooner than he expected. Techno felt his heart shatter at the idea, they didn’t have enough time together. He fell into a spiteful rage bubble in his gut, not at you but at the gods for cursing you with the ability to age. Cursing the gods of time that so much of his had to be spent away from you and his daughter, it wasn’t fair. You were still so young…weren’t you? He had stopped counting, as the numbers increased it only made worry and anxiety churn in his gut. Maybe he should’ve kept better track, if he did maybe he would’ve caught the illness more quickly and you would still be okay. 

“Mate you need to go be with her…” Phil interrupted his self-destructing thoughts, “You should spend however long you have left with her by her side and smiling.” 

Death was never easy, not for anybody but especially not for an immortal. As he held his lover’s hand, he watched her eyes close peacefully, her white hair framed her face like a halo. He took in her appearance, smile lines, and forehead wrinkles, but she kept her love and her sharp wit throughout their life. He thought back on the many times as he got older that you told him he should move on but he never did. You were his soulmate, his lover, and his person. The child the both of you made was in the other room weeping softly, but he wanted- no needed- to stay with his wife. 

“It’s okay…we’re all here you can let go now sweet thing. My beautful, princess.”

A whisper like a butterfly’s breath was all it took for you to go. He watched her breathing slow, the breaths were long until they finally came to a stop. It didn’t stop the tears from falling, fat and wet down his cheeks. He wished he could’ve died with you, he would’ve given up everything for you. He would’ve fought even the strongest Gods if it meant he could have even one more night by your side. He felt his body shaking as he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, you were older physically but to him, you were still the same you from all those moons ago. It was then he realized his father had been right all along. 

Immortality was a curse.

~~~
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Phantom of the Opera: Part 4: FINAL

(Technoblade x Reader x Wilbur)

HEAVY NSFW WARNING AT THE END! FEEL FREE TO SKIP!

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—

It was the night of the premiere of The Phantom’s opera, the orchestra was tuning all their instruments, and Phil was having the ballet dancers stretch and rehearse one last time before the performance. From outside the chief officer was standing in front of Wilbur, Schlatt, and Quackity observing and supervising the proceedings. Inside there was a hidden marksman in box five with a trigger happy finger.  

The chief officer, whose name was Sapnap, continued talking to his subordinates, “when you hear the whistle, take up your positions. I’ll then instruct you to secure the doors. All doors must be properly secured…” he continued and Quackity turned to Schlatt suddenly feeling nauseous, 

“Are we doing the right thing, Schlatt?”

“You’ve got a better idea”

Sapnap then turned to Wilbur, “am I okay to give the order Soot?” 

“Give the order.” 

 He grinned and the chief blew into his whistle, his men fanned out leaving Schlatt, Quackity, and Wilbur standing there. Wilbur walked inside to where the hidden marksman was and looked at him, “Remember when the time comes, shoot. Only if you have to-but shoot to kill.” The marksman couldn’t have been older than Tommy and Ranboo, but he was said to have perfect aim, 

“How will I know…sir?” 

“You’ll know.”

“Señor Soot, are you confident that this will work? Will Miss Daae sing?” Quackity asked nervously finding Wilbur, Schlatt as always was at his side. 

“Don’t worry Quackity. I have this all under control. Sapnap!” He called and the man looked up at him in Box Five, “Updates?”

“My men are now in position, sir.”

 “Go ahead, then.” 

The whistle was blown once more and the doors were double-checked and they were perfectly secure. There was a long silence where even the orchestra didn’t dare play, the silence was broken a few minutes later by none other than the Phantom. 

“I’m here: The Phantom of the Opera.”

Chaos struck as the officers began to rush in the direction of the voice, “I’m here: The Phantom of the Opera.” He seemed to muse from another part of the room, and it continues to happen the voice bouncing around from corner to corner until it was heard from behind the curtain on center stage. The marksman gathered his courage and fired a shot into the curtains, Wilbur rounded on the boy furiously. 

“Idiot! You’ll kill someone. I said: only when the time comes!”

“But, Mr. Soot-”

“No "buts!”

“For once, Monsieur Soot is right.” The Phantom’s voice echoed from atop of the chandelier once more, “Seal my fate tonight. I hate to have to cut the fun short but the joke’s wearing thin. Let the audience in. Let my opera begin!” He hissed and the lights in the opera house cut off, the show was about to begin. The set of the final scene of the Phantom’s Opera was set, and so far everyone played their parts splendidly. There is a huge hall with an arch, behind the arch, there were curtains and a bed. A fine table was set for two. There is a crowd of sixteenth-century ruffians and hoydens, who were proud of their master’s reputation as a libertine. The chorus began to sing, 

“Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat! Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets, you will have to pay the bill -tangled in the winding sheets! Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, when tables, plans, and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again!”

George’s fiancè played, Don Juan, the lead male in the show, the short man puffed out his chest, “faithful friend, once again recite the plan.”

 “Your young guest believes I’m you -I, the master, you, the man.” The actor who played Passarino began with a hum.

Don Juan continued, “When you met you wore my cloak, with my scarf you hid your face. She believes she dines with me, in her master’s borrowed place! Furtively, we’ll scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. When it’s late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine.”

  “You come home! I use your voice -slam the door like the crack of doom!”

  “I shall say: "come -hide with me! Where, oh, where? Of course -my room!”

  “Poor thing hasn’t got a chance!” Passarino chuckled darkly as the actor playing Don Juan handed his outfit to the man. 

  “Here’s my hat, my cloak, and sword. Conquest is assured if I do not forget myself and laugh.” Don Juan’s actor puts on Passarino’s cloak and goes into the curtained alcove where the bed awaits. As your voice approaches singingly happily in the distance, George’s husband feels something tight against his neck. Before he can even scream he is hung, and the last face he is greeted with is the mask of the Phantom. 

“No thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!“ You called happily from offstage,

  “Master?” Passarino called helplessly,  

  “Passarino -go away! For the trap is set and waits for its prey.” Techno’s voice responded, the actor leaves and you enter none the wiser of the predicament. You take off your cloak and sit down happily on one of the plush chairs, you glance around and see no one. You grin taking an apple from the table and biting into it, suddenly your heart jumps seeing Don Juan, or someone who looks like him, enter the stage. 

  “You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent. I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge in your mind you’ve already succumbed to me and dropped all defenses. Completely succumbed to me now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you’ve decided, decided. Past the point of no return -no backward glances: the games we’ve played till now are at an end. Past all thought of "if” or “when” -no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend. What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold -what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return.” He sang, his voice echoing beautifully off the walls of the theatre, you blinked a few times before singing back in response,

 “You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence. I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why. In my mind, I’ve already imagined our bodies entwining defenseless and silent -and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I’ve decided, decided. Past the point of no return -no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun. Past all thought of right or wrong -one final question: how long should we two wait, before we’re one? When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us?” Your voice crescendoed as Technoblade joined in your singing, your voices mixed strikingly well together, “Past the point of no return the final threshold -the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn. We’ve passed the point of no return.” 

You weren’t stupid you realized almost immediately that the man before you was none other than Technoblade and by the rustling, in the audience, the police realized it as well. 

  “Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude.” Techno held out a silver ring while pulling you close, he gently placed it on your finger, “Say you want me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too -(Y/n) that’s all I ask of YOU.” Technoblade screamed the last word as you ripped the mask from his face, revealing his scars to the entire audience. They scream in horror as Techno sweeps his cloak around you and you vanish from you, you faintly heard Tommy’s screams in the distance, George’s husband had been discovered.  

  “You’re a good actor.” You whisper to Techno as you both rush through the crypt below the opera house, you heard him chuckle from in front of you.

“Why would you think anything else my Siren?” 

___

Everyone rushed onto the stage as soon as Tommy shrieked, George arrived first, 

“What is it? What has happened?” He screamed next tumbling back into Schlatt’s arms, 

“Oh, my fucking God. My god, we’re fucking ruined.” 

“My husband’s dead and that’s all you can think about!” George shrieked in pure fury, meanwhile, Phil grabbed onto Wilbur’s arm and pulled him away from the pandemonium. 

“Soot come with me!” Phil led Wilbur back into the inner workings backstage, “I know where they are.”

  “But can I trust you?” Wilbur asked raising a brow but Phil only shushed him, something was swimming in Phil’s eyes like he somehow knew what was really going on here. 

“You must. But remember keep your hand at the level of your eyes!” Phil held his hand up to demonstrate, 

“But why?”

 Phil had the gall to laugh at him “Why? The Punjab lasso, Soot. First Dream. Now George’s husband…”

Tommy appeared out of the darkness beside him, “Like this. I’ll come with you Wilbur.”

  “No, Tommy! No, you stay here!” Phil hissed grabbing the boy’s arm he grits his teeth and frowned, “Come with me. Hurry, or we shall be too late.”

— 

Techno and yourself were back down into his beautifully lit dungeon, it was a bit messier than you recalled however you raised a brow at him. He flushed under your gaze, “I don’t take breakups well…” He muttered under his breath almost frantically trying to collect his stray clothes and blankets. You giggled, 

“Hey, it’s alright. Why…why do you stay here anyway?” You asked carefully and he fidgeted with the blanket in his hands. 

“I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place…Not for any mortal sin, but for…you know…” He gestured to his mask and you frowned, “I’m horrific.” 

“You’re hardly horrific.” He flushed pink at your words and waved you off, both you and Techno’s head snapped in the direction of what seemed to be a mob of voices, all chanting the same thing: 

“Track down this murderer! He must be found!”

 “Fuck…” Techno hissed his eloquence seemed to be forgotten as his pupils shrunk in panic, “you know…before you…my Siren I was met with hatred by everyone, everywhere I went with no compassion.” He took your hands within your own and squeezed them tightly, 

“I know.” You spoke tenderly pressing a kiss to his lips, they were chapped and he let out the sweetest whimper against your own. “I know, Wilbur and I will take care of you. Just play along my angel, there are eyes everywhere.”  

—

Wilbur and Phil ran down the steps of the cavern, their hands up and above the level of their eyes. Rat’s scurried across their feet and Phil grunted in displeasure, 

“It’s always rats. Why can’t it be crows, I much prefer crows…” He said to no one in particular. They came upon a lake and Phil stopped turning to Wilbur, “He lives across the lake. This is as far as I dare go. Tommy…he needs his father.” Phil began to trail off and Wilbur only smiled, 

“Phil. Thank you.” 

  “Protect them.” Phil swallowed grabbing onto Wilbur’s shoulder and giving it a tight squeeze, Wilbur understood that Phil knew all along. He nodded slightly as Phil departed back up the stone steps and out of sight. He heard him faintly talking to the mob, he had to work fast, he tossed his coat to the side and jumped into the water. 

—

You gently led him over to the bed and had him sit down on it, you slowly undid the braid from his hair letting it spill gracefully over his shoulders. Your fingers trailed his scalp and he groaned in pleasure as you began to work your fingers through the knots and tangles. “You know everything I say is going to be for dramatics yeah, in a few minutes I’m going to spit venom at you. So it can look like Wilbur and I put up a fight.” 

“I know my dear.” 

“It’s gonna hurt your feelings.” 

“I’ll deal with a few hurt feelings if I get an eternity with you.” He turned to look at you, his mask rested on the bed and your fingers moved to trace the scars. Techno let out a shaky breath and leaned that side of his face into your hands. You felt your cheeks warm, 

“You have to share remember that.” Techno only grunted giving a slight nod of his head in response. “Techno…” You warned, 

“I know, I know.” 

Once more the mob grew in volume and you heard Wilbur call both of your names, it was time for the show to begin. Technoblade groaned unpleasantly reaching for his mask and securing it back on his face, “Alright darling let me have it. Put on your best permanence yet.” You smiled pulling him over to the entrance of his lair, he grabbed your arm harshly his lips morphing into a horrid snarl.

 “Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood?” Your shrieks bounced off the walls of the cavern. “Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh!”

The Phantom only grunted in displeasure, “That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh. This face -the infection which poisons our love. This face earned a mother’s fear and loathing. A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing.” Technoblade reached out and pulled a veil from his table and placed it on your head, “Pity comes too late -turn around and face your fate: an eternity of this!“ He pointed to his face. "before your eyes!” He brought you close, so close your chests were almost touching, 

“This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It’s in your soul that the true distortion lies.” You snarled as the Phantom’s face lit up with delight, Wilbur crawled out of the water and was holding tightly onto the portcullis. It blocked him from getting to you and the Phantom, 

“My dear it looks like we have guests! Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come. And now my wish comes true -you have truly made my night!” Wilbur hissed grasping onto the gate so hard his knuckles were turning white, 

“Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?” He pleaded and Techno rolled his entire head, looking over at you with a bored expression, 

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.” 

“Wil it’s useless…” 

“I love her! Doesn’t that count for something! I love her! Show some compassion!” 

It had been the angriest you’ve ever seen Techno, his red eyes flashing with pain and anger, “The world showed no compassion to me!” 

 Wilbur whimpered, “Just let me see her…” 

 “Ha! Be my guest, sir.” Techno sneered waving his hand as the fence began to rise and Wilbur entered, as soon as he was inside the gate snapped shut again. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the flickers of the mob’s torches, he gave Techno a subtle nod, “I bid you welcome! Did you think that I would harm her? Why should I make her pay for the sins which are yours?” He cackled taking the lasso of death and wrapping it tightly around Wilbur’s neck. The end of the rope was hung in the air, Wilbur let out a choked gasp grabbing at the rope that was now holding him suspended. “Order your horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now -except perhaps (Y/n)…” The Phantom turned to her with an elated grin, “Start a new life with me. Buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! This is the choice! This is the point of no return!” Technoblade growled throwing his hands out to the sides for dramatic flair his cape spilling around him in the water. His pupils were small pinpricks as he grinned at you, his tusks bare and deadly, waiting to snap you up in his jaws. 

  “The tears I have shed for your dark fate grow cold and turn to tears of hate.” You spat out making a move to run to Wilbur but the Phantom only tutted childishly, 

“(Y/n) forgive me please forgive me. I did it all for you, and all for nothing. Either way, you choose, he has to win.” 

Techno snorted in pure sadistic glee, “So my Siren, do you end your days with me, or do you send this trash to his own grave?”

 “Why make her lie to you, to save me?” Wilbur spat through a cry struggling for a breath, 

 “Angel of Music…” You pleaded as Wilbur’s eyes widened, 

“For pity’s sake, (Y/n), say no!”

 “Why this torment? When will you see reason?”

“His life is now the prize which you must earn! You try my patience Siren! Make your choice!” You go small as Techno screamed at you, thinking about the life you’ve lived these past months. You slowly make your way into the water towards the Phantom and Wilbur before murmuring,

“Pitiful creature of darkness. What kind of life have you known? God give me the courage to show you, you are not alone…” Techno looks at her, seemingly genuinely confused snapping out of his character for a moment. You looked so brave, so strong and calm, and before he could blink you pull his collar and pull him in for a deep kiss. It was a long kiss, not just a fond peck he was used to from you all those months ago, Techno felt all the love you held for him at that moment, how beautiful you thought he was. Techno had never felt so much adoration and love in his life. 

Meanwhile, Wilbur makes a noise of discontent, this wasn’t in his plan. Especially because he was still choking! Technoblade pulls away and stares at you with a bewildered expression, he moved quickly, grabbing a candle from shore and holding it above Wilbur’s head. The rope falls harmlessly into the water and he watched Wilbur fall into your arms. All three of you turned to the voices of the mob they were now clearly visible

“Track down this murderer -he must be found! Hunt out this animal, who runs to the ground! For too long he’s preyed on us -but now we know: the Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below.”

 Another voice cut into the crowd, “Over here! The murdering boar is over here! Revenge for Dream! This creature must never go free.”

Techno swallowed, the finale of their performance was upon them, “Take her. Forget me. Forget all of this. Leave me alone. Forget all you’ve seen. Go now! Don’t let them find you! Take the boat! Leave me here. Go now, don’t wait. Just take her and go…before it’s too late. Go. Go now -go now and leave me!” You and Wilbur book it towards the boat, 

“(Y/n)? He’ll be fine the plan-” You pause listening to music start to flow from his lair, and you heard his haunting voice fill your ears, 

“Masquerade. Paper faces on parade. Masquerade. Hide your face so the world will never find you…”

“Two seconds…Please I just…” 

“Two seconds,” Wilbur grunted as you ran back to Technoblade he looked up at you in shock, 

“You must go I’ll…I’ll be right behind I promise-” He grew startled as she pressed the ring he gave her into his hands, “(Y/n), I love you.” He whimpered, 

“You said it yourself. You’re right behind us…” You assured looking back in the direction of Wilbur, “give it back when you find us. I must go.” You spoke pressing a kiss to the side of his face, before disappearing back to the boat. Technoblade left reaching a hand out to you, he flinched and spun around only to be greeted by a small blonde boy. Tommy, he was a ballet dancer…in his hands was his mask, how did he get ahold of that. 

“Run. Through here.” Tommy urged motioning to a hidden door in his lair that he didn’t even know was there. Standing at the entrance of the door was his old friend, 

“Phil…” 

“Hurry mate. We don’t have time.”

 —

Wilbur hugged the music box tight in his hands as the carriage bounced along the uneven roads of Paris. He adjusted the glasses on his face as it pulled up to his home, it was large, but then again it needed to be to house his family. Beautiful foliage ran up and down the old stone front of the house, it was quite beautiful in the spring, but now the leaves were deal and cold. He bid the carriage driver farewell and made his way to his front door, Phil smiled at him, a full head of grey was peaking out from under his bucket hat and he was feeding some of the crows by the feeder. 

“Afternoon Wil.” 

“Phil.” He greeted with a fond nod, “Any reason why you’re outside?” 

“Your wife and her other husband are back at it again.” 

Wilbur let out an audible groan, “again? They were supposed to wait.” 

“Hey mate she’s the inconsolable one, and you’re the one who works, and Techno’s there. Let’s be honest he has better stamina than you too.” He pouted visibly and Phil only laughed, “That for her?” He motioned to the music box with his cane and Wilbur nodded, “oh mate no way…” 

“From the opera house yeah, they both loved this thing so I figured there’s not a better way to celebrate our anniversary…well I did think of a better way but I suppose my little Songbird is impatient.”

 "Oh gross.” His nose scrunched up, “You’re lucky I sent Tommy over to Ranboo’s.” 

“And I very much-” 

“Wilbur!” Your melodious laugh echoed from the bedroom window that was now open, the smile on your face was dazzling but he was more focused on your bare breasts hanging out the window. Phil let out a rancourous laugh, doubling over at the redness in Wilbur’s cheeks, 

“(Y-Y/n) a shirt please!” 

“Spoilsport.” Techno’s voice was next, as he came up to wrap his hands around your waist burying his face into your neck. You giggled watching as Wilbur huffed, it was always something between the two men, the competitiveness never went away. Especially now you all were trying to conceive a child, it was like a race who could get you pregnant first not that you minded. “Just get up here, she’s been whining for you all day.” Wilbur perked up at that, 

“Go I’ll keep this safe.” Phil motioned to the music box as Wilbur practically shoved it in his arms, “Jesus man be a bit more gentle-” 

“Sorry Phil duty calls!” Wilbur laughed practically running up the stairs untying his tie on the way up. 

NSFW BEGINS

When he entered the room you were casually lying on the bed, a smile seemed to be permanently fixed upon your lips nowadays. The only thing covering you was the bed sheet’s and Techno lounged half-naked in the chair across from the bed. He had his pants on but they hung low on his hips exposing his V-line just the way he knew drove you crazy. Wilbur swallowed his eyes taking in every inch of exposed flesh on your body, he walked over as you beckoned him to stand by you. 

“I told you she’s been asking for you all day,” Techno mused, “she’s been very bad. I told her it was a special day and everything, that we had to wait for her. She’s a brat though and caught me off guard.” 

“You’re spoiling her.” Wilbur scolded with a scoff and Techno smirked, 

“I live to please our lady wife.”

“Can you blame me for being excited?” You complained sitting up letting the covers fall around your body, showing it off for your boys. They both audibly swallowed, “It’s one of my favorite days of the year!” You opened your arms and before Wilbur could move Techno was already between your arms, head in between your breasts. You giggled as he tried to bury his head deep in between them much to Wilbur’s disdain. You gently pat his head and ran your fingers through his pink hair, it also had a few streaks of grey here and there. 

“Spoiling.” Wilbur huffed pulling Techno away from you and both of you let out a whine of discontent, “plus it’s my turn.” 

“Ass.” 

“You literally are with her twenty-four-seven. You have no right to comPLAIN!” Wilbur squawked as you reached a hand in between his legs to cup his dick. His cheeks were cherry red as you looked up at him through lidded eyes and fluttering lashes. “Hgn…fuck,” He panted as you continue to squeeze and drag your hand up his length. Meanwhile, Techno moved to settle behind you, his hands sliding up your sides till they reached your breasts. You moaned hotly as he placed his giant hands on them giving them a firm squeeze, just as you opened your mouth Wilbur bent to capture your lips within his own. He grabbed your hands and slowly dragged your hands away from his crotch and up under his shirt. You took the hint running your nails down his chest in the way you knew could get him squirming and you felt his breath hitch against your lips. You smiled in reply and Wilbur grumbled in response, his hands moving to the tops of your thighs squeezing them tightly and you tossed your head back in a groan. 

“Good girl…” Techno mused letting his teeth graze the back of your neck, feeling you shiver in response. “Just relax and let us take care of you hm?” He watched as you nodded eagerly as Techno’s fingers moved away from your breasts and down your stomach. 

“Look at her.” Wilbur let out a breathless laugh, as you let out a high-pitched whine once Techno found what exactly he was looking for, he gently rolled your clit between his fingers. “You like it when Techno touches you like that baby?” You could only moan in response squeezing your eyes shut tight, “need a vocal response.” 

“God yes…” You panted feeling one of his big fingers slip into your folds, “ngk…” You bit your bottom lip between your teeth. You felt Techno’s chuckles vibrate against your back, 

“None of that. Sing for us sweet, little Siren.” Another finger entered you and you let out a loud needy groan, “Fuck Wilbur she’s so wet for us.” You almost sobbed when he pulled his fingers out of you watching your slick drip down his fingers. With a whimper you watched Techno pull away from you completely only to stick his fingers in his mouth and lick around your wetness. “What should we do with her?” 

“You did say she was bad today.” 

“No please…” You whimpered grabbing Wilbur’s hand and placing it firmly on your chest, “I was good. I can be good. Please don’t stop.” Wilbur tutted fondly, the brat tamer that Techno was, was clearly rubbing off on your sweet husband. 

“Don’t worry I wasn’t planning on stopping,” He mused kneading your breast between his hand, making sure to occasionally tweak your nipple. Wilbur found himself entranced in the way you would moan and practically rut against the bed. “Just deciding when to let you have your release, Techno?” 

“Hm?” The man tilted his head to the side a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips, “What do you think?” 

“Oh? Asking my opinion are you, that’s new, usually, we’re at each other’s throats for her attention.” 

“Well, things change. She’s not in charge tonight.” 

Oh no. They were working together now? You were fucked. 

“Well since you’re asking so nicely, I say we make her get us off first. Then see if we have any stamina left and breed the shit out of her.” Techno took your chin in his hands as you let out a wanting moan at the promise. Techno looked over his shoulder at Wilbur to see him flushed,

“That’s not exactly fair-” 

“You can still eat her out you freak.” Wilbur’s face reddened further and he cleared his throat, “no rules saying we can’t overstimulate her, speaking of…this all sound okay to you my siren?” 

“Fuck yes!” 

“And to get us to stop?” Wilbur hummed still red in the face, the color wouldn’t disappear for some time. 

“Opera.” 

“That’s our girl.”

Wilbur leaned forward to capture your lips within your own, “lean back now…” He purred as you laid flat on your back, “I’m going to devour you.” His breath fanned your face and you nodded rapidly once to notice Techno kneeling by your head. You felt his cool fingers brush hair out of your eyes, it was a contrast you valued against your heated skin. You twitched as Wilbur began to bite and kiss down your neck, to your collarbone, and then down your stomach. 

“Imagine him doing that to you when you’re with child,” Techno practically groaned at the thought, your eyes fluttered back up to him only to see his cock aching to come out of his pants. “Fuck just the thought of that alone…you’re so beautiful.” He swallowed your lips with his own, tongue battling with your own for dominance. It was a fight you quickly lost when you felt Wilbur bite your inner thighs like a man starved for nothing but your flesh. You moaned into Techno’s mouth and his hands found their way to your chest once more, kneading your breasts softly between his hands. Almost as saying, pay attention to me, not to him, but you didn’t know if that was possible with the way Wilbur was now lapping at your slit. You groaned again your hands tangling in the mess that was Wilbur’s curls pulling him closer as you arched against his hot mouth. He moaned against your folds and you shouted with delight, his tongue only dove deeper pressing against all the right spots that made you scream. You came all too quickly when he brought his hand up and began to play with your already sensitive clit, you spilled all over his mouth and he was more than eager to clean you up. 

“Delicious as always.” Wilbur panted popping up from between your thighs, face wet with your cum, and he kissed and marked each thigh as he always did. 

“Hm…” You hummed fondly still drowsy from your unexpected high, you always forget how good Wilbur was with his tongue. 

“Don’t fall asleep yet dearest,” Techno grunted, “It’s my turn.” You could only nod as he moved you up off the bed and onto your knees. Your eyes locked with Techno’s as he sat in front of you, your nails scraped at his clothed thighs, 

“Take them off?” You asked with a pout, he raised a stern brow, “please.” 

“That’s better.” He mused sliding off his pants and underwear with it leaving him completely naked, Wilbur let out a grunt sitting himself down in the large armchair in the room. You couldn’t remember when he shed his pants but he held his erect dick in one hand already pumping it slowly.

The little voyeur.

“Hey look at me not him. You know he likes it better when you pretend he’s not here,” Techno grunted and you snapped your attention back to Techno, his cock was bigger than Wilbur’s was, long and thick already red, and begging for your hot mouth. You smiled sweet and innocent in the way Techno liked it, your nails made little red trails down his now bare thighs. “God darling…look at you. Let’s see what else that mouth can other than sing,” He gently guided your mouth to his cock, and you opened wide. He was always difficult to take, you relaxed your jaw and swallowed him. The groan he let out was insatiable, you looked up to see his eyes rolling back in his head, “come on you can take more than that.” He growled hotly, hands digging into your scalp urging you forward. You choked a little but you were able to swallow him further your nose almost brushing against his pelvis. “God…Fuck your mouth is so hot and wet…so good- SHIT.” He shouted as you moved your tongue just enough to trace the thick purple vein on the underside of his shaft, “Oh you little slut- ngk-” His eyes fluttered again when you moaned against his member at the name, “Yeah you like being degraded huh? That’s an n-new one-fuck-I know how well that mouth can stretch. Especially when you’re hitting those high notes, so fucking take me whore.” He began to ruthlessly fuck your mouth as you practically gushed around the air, you were sure you were ruining the carpet beneath you. He was right you were able to take him fully, your nose slamming against his pelvis, chin hitting his balls as you choked and drooled around his cock. Before you knew it you heard him groan your name and he was shooting down your throat, “don’t…” He panted, “waste it, not a drop.” He commanded as you swallowed around him pulling away, you opened your mouth to show all of his cum was gone and in your stomach. Wilbur seemed to come next with a small whimper and shout, you laughed breathlessly, every one of you was covered in sweat and cum. You felt Techno lift you into his lap and held you tightly, “You’re…so good, so beautiful my sweet Siren.” You preened at the praise littering his face with ticklish kisses, 

“Thank you, baby. Now, who wants to fuck me. I’m aching…” You groaned grinding yourself down on the erection that was still prominent in Techno’s lap. “I’m so needy for both your cocks please…” 

“Need a minute Songbird, Techno can start…” Wilbur waved his hand wearily from the chair, his hair was sticking up in all directions. “I’ll finish with you,” Techno grinned cheekily, 

“That’s if I don’t break her, right sweet thing?” He teased fingers already finding their home inside of you. You groaned hotly grinding down on his fingers, bouncing eagerly wishing it was his cock buried inside you instead of his thick fingers. “Aw look at you go,” He mused licking his upper lip before shoving his tongue into your mouth, the kiss was lust-filled and hot. “Lay down, legs up, I’m gonna breed you until your bursting with my cum.” You moaned so loud you thought the neighbors might hear you, you spread your legs wide as Techno settled in between them. He gently lifted your hips into the air just slightly, so all his cum could slide inside you and you wouldn’t lose a single drop. “Good?”

“Just fuck me, please. Knock me up, my angel, FUCK-” You shouted as he was suddenly sheathed inside you, pupils blown wide as saucers, 

“God, don’t say shit like that, I won’t be able to hold back.” He moaned as you rolled your hips, 

“Don’t say what? That I want your kids? That I want you to cum so deep inside me there’s not a chance in hell I won’t walk away from this carrying at least two of your children? Don’t you want to be a daddy?” You moaned heatedly as Technoblade grabbed onto your hips, crescent marks of his nails dug into the skin there. 

“You asked for it baby, don’t blame me if I fuck you so dumb you can’t even talk.” He grunted pulling out of you before slamming back against you, he went again and again the bed was rocking back and forth slamming against the wall. You were a mess, tears streamed down your cheeks as Techno snarled at you beneath him. His hands went from breast to breast squeezing them so tight you thought they might bruise, “Fuck imagining these swelling with milk is my dream. God, you’re gonna look so good carrying my kid, Fuck.” Techno hissed against your lips, and you groaned white-knuckling the sheets beneath you bucking up to try to match his brutal pace. He glanced down only to see the outline of his cock in your stomach, he almost came right there but what really did him in was what you screamed next,

“I wanna be a mommy for you Techno please give me a baby!” 

“FUCK (y/n)!” He groaned burying his head into the crook of your neck as he came, you clenched around him at the same time making you both hit your peak simultaneously. He stayed inside you until he was sure he was done and that there was no chance you’d waste a single drop of his seed.

 “I love…you…” He mumbled against your cheek, 

“I love you too my beautiful angel.” You swallowed feeling him leave you and flop down on the bed beside you, “You alright?” 

“Am I alright? I’m fucking amazing,” He glanced over at your slightly distended stomach his hand hovering over it, “god look at that you’re really full huh?” 

“Hmhm…all cause of you.” 

“All because of me.” He repeated hotly, groaning again against the pillows,

“you still think you can take Wilbur.” 

“Hmhm.” 

“You’re amazing.” 

“I know.” 

Wilbur was hovering over you kissing you softly and sweetly, a completely different tone from Techno’s hot, lustful stance. Wilbur was always gently, his thumbs rubbed circles fondly into your sore sides. “Ride me?” He pulled away to ask breathlessly, “Let’s make love yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded eyes shining fondly, he flipped you over so you were on top of him a boyish grin on his lips. You hummed sweetly running your hands down his chest, he was built nicely and you loved his little happy trail of brown and grey hair leading to his dick. Although it wasn’t as long or as thick as Techno’s he was still well endowed and had a lovely curve to it that you couldn’t resist. Especially when it was able to hit your g-spot so right, it’s like it molded perfectly to your pussy. “Ready?” 

“Oh fuck yeah.” You giggled at his response and sat yourself down on his dick, you both groaned, yours from oversensitivity and Wilbur’s from how tight you were squeezing him. You were already slick and wet enough from your own arousal and Techno’s cum, “How’re you still so tight?” He moaned hands finding their way to your ass as you began to roll your hips in sync with his own. There was no need to rush towards either of your climaxes, he very much enjoyed watching you come apart at your own pace, hypnotized by the way your breast bounced with every roll of your body.’

“I was made perfectly for you is all,” You teased, before groaning loudly, “Yeah right there baby.” You urged angeling yourself so Wilbur would constantly hit that spongy part of you, “fuck yeah…” You panted eyes squeezing shut, Wilbur ever the gentleman, moved his hand from your ass to play with your clit. It only made you roll your hips faster chasing your own release quicker, “Wilbur…Wil…Wilby…” You panted tongue hanging out of your mouth like a dog in heat, “need you so bad.” 

“I’m right here baby what do you need?” 

“Hm…want your cum. Want it to paint my insides.” 

“Your wish is my command.” He licked his lips and began fucking up into you at a quicker pace, his hands squeezing your breasts, he leaned up and you groaned even louder at the new angle. He wrapped his lips around your breast covering them with bruises one by one before latching onto your nipple and sucking. You groaned, 

“Yeah baby, just like that keep going. Bet you can’t wait to suck on these when they’re swollen with milk huh?” You felt him twitch inside you and you clenched around him, he moaned against your nipple, “If you’re a good boy you can have a taste-AH!” You squealed as Wilbur spilled inside of you without warning, his hot seed mixing with Technos. 

“S-shit sorry,” He whined with a wince, “That was too good of an imagine…” 

“It’s fine Wilbur.” You laughed fondly brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead, “Mind if you finish me off though.” 

“Anything for you, just keep rolling your hips, yeah just like that…good girl.” He praised and heat prickled up your spine, “Your almost there sweet thing, so close you can cum for me soon.” His fingers found your clit again and you clenched against him, “Cum now.” He commanded and you spilled around him falling against his chest no longer being able to support your own weight. “That’s a good girl, shhh.” He whispered as you opened your mouth to talk, “We can talk in the morning hm?” 

NSFW END

You could only nod blearily as he laid you down in bed, in between himself and a snoozing Techno. His arms automatically wrapped around your waist pulling you close purring into your neck, Wilbur chuckled pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, forever and always.”

“I love you too.” You breathed out before falling asleep in the arms of Techno and himself, Wilbur stared at the ceiling for a moment. Yeah, he could give you the music box tomorrow. After all, he was glad his life turned out like this, and even if he wasn’t they all were past the point of no return. 

END

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Phantom of the Opera: Chapter 3

(Techno x Reader x Wilbur)

The guests of the opera house were coming in, in droves. Carriages lined the streets letting out the most esteemed and wealthiest guests all donning masks of various shapes and colors. The opera house was reopening and in honor of it, Quackity had planned the most extravagant masquerade ball. The marble outside the opera house seemed to glisten in the moonlight above, Schlatt stood next to Quackity adorned in ram attire his mask had the face of a ram with horns adorning the side of the head. Meanwhile, Quackity was dressed like a bird, complete with a bird mask and feathered wings coming out of his back. Quackity turned to Schlatt with a coy grin, nudging him with his shoulder, 

“Well, Schlatt you were right. This is a splendid party and we’re making some good money from it too.” Schlatt chuckled taking a drag of his cigarette, 

“It’s a prologue to a bright new year!” He mused, “One where money will flow in buckets.” Quackity snickered in response,

“Quite a night! I’m impressed! Here’s to us!” Quackity held up his glass of champagne and Schlatt held up his glass with another hand. “I will say though, it’s a shame that ‘Phantom’ fellow isn’t here!” He let out a haughty laugh as they both turned and entered the opera house. The ball was in full swing, colors and masks could be seen dancing to the music the staircases were adorned with red carpets and gold wreaths decorated the banisters. The band was an odd sight, it consisted of a monkey with cymbals, a toy soldier with a drum, a peacock with a triangle, and a dog with the bells. The oddity of it all seems to only add to the charm as the guests danced and drank to their heart’s content. Phil stood off to the side a crow mask on his features, Tommy as always was by his side, 

“What a night.”

“What a crowd!” Tommy gaped in awe the cow mask was struggling to stay on his face. Both managers heard their conversation and Schlatt wrapped an arm around Phil,

“It Makes you glad!”

“Makes you proud!” Quackity added ruffling Tommy’s hair under his fist as he protested, “All the creme de la creme!”

George entered and rushed over to the little group, he was dressed as a stereotypical prince, “Watching us watching them!”

Phil and Tommy exchanged glances “And all our fears are in the past!” Phil added with a small, tight frown. 

“It has been six months…after all.” Quackity hummed fondly, “of relief and delight.” 

“No more notes.” Schlatt snorted, “and no more ghosts.”

“Here’s to health!” Phil held up his own glass, 

“Here’s a toast. To a prosperous year.” 

“To the new chandelier.” Quackity winked and they all chuckled to themselves before clinking their glasses together. Tommy meanwhile glanced behind them only to spot you and Wilbur entering the party, his eyes lit up with joy. However he hesitated to make his way over to you, it seemed you and Wilbur were in a deep conversation. 

As you entered the party you clutched the gold chain around your neck that contained your engagement ring from Wilbur. Your smile was tense and small, he knew you didn’t like coming back to this place.

“Come on Wil, think of it. A secret engagement! Just think of it!” You chirped spinning him around your white dress billowing out around you, you were dressed as an angel, and Wilbur in return was dressed as a knight. He let out a small chuff at your antics but his smile didn’t fully reach his eyes, 

“But why is there a need for it to be a secret. Songbird what have we to hide?” 

You only frowned the smile vanishing from your face, “Please, let’s not fight…not tonight.” 

“You’re free though my love. Nothing can harm you any longer, it’s been six months and no one has seen or heard from the Phantom.”

“Let’s just wait till the time is right.”

“When will that be?” Wilbur laughed, but it wasn’t unkind, he brushed a stray hair from your face, “It’s an engagement, not a crime.” He placed his hands within your own and spun you around fondly, “what are you afraid of?”

“Let’s not argue…” You murmured, “please pretend I can only hope that you will understand in time.” You breathed against his chest as he pulled you in and spun you around once more. Wilbur smiled and dragged you out onto the dance floor to try to ease your mind. It seemed to work as you focused on trying not to step on Wilbur’s feet, it was something you always worried about even though you were a trained ballet dancer. You looked up at his sparkling brown eyes and he brought you closer to his chest, his hands settling on your waist. Your own hands rested on his shoulders as the two of you spun around the dance floor. The activity and music only grew and you found yourself relaxing all the more especially with a few glasses of champaign in your stomach. Just as the cymbals crashed someone let out a shriek, which brought everyone’s attention back to the staircase. Your mouth went dry as you were greeted by a tall man at the top of the staircase, he was dressed to the nines with a crimson mask on his face, the mask was recognizable to anyone who knew him. 

The Phantom joined the party. 

Wilbur’s arms tightened around your waist, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips. His lips were downturned and he looked to almost be snarling at the newcomer. The Phantom only laughed as he began to descend the steps, once he made it to the middle of the landing he let out a deep laugh. 

“Why so silent? Did you think that I had left you for good? Have you missed me? Well, there’s good news for I have written you an opera!” Techno mused reaching into his robe and pulling out an enormous manuscript with a boar’s head on the cover of the binding. “Here I bring the finished score,” He tossed the score to Schlatt who caught it with a fumble, after all, he had to drop his champagne. “I advise you to comply. My instructions should be clear remember there are worse things than a shattered chandelier,” His voice dropped a few octaves as he finally locked eyes with you the smile on his face almost seemed innocent and blissful. He reached out his hand to beckon you forward, you did so hesitantly as Wilbur made a noise of protest. Techno wrapped his hand around your own pulling you close to his chest just as Wilbur had done earlier, he brought his other hand up to trace the delicate features of your face. His eyes moved down to the sparkling chain around your neck he grabbed at it and ripped it from your throat. 

“You bastard!” Wilbur snarled and went to charge at The Phantom but Phil grabbed his arm and held him in place. The older man’s eyes urged him to not do anything hasty so he bit his tongue harshly. 

“You will sing for me!” Techno commanded you his red eyes staring into your own, still just as beautiful and haunting. “You will,” He said again this time quieter like he was begging before he stepped away from you and disappeared in a puff of smoke. 

—

Phil made his way backstage marching past the cowering dancers and actors with some type of purpose. From behind him, Wilbur continued to call his name, your fiancé was frustrated beyond belief, if anyone were to know something about this ghost it would be Phil. 

“Phil. Phil! Goddamnit, slow down! How can you even move this fast with your cane!” 

“Don’t ask me anything.” Phil suddenly whipped around his blue eyes were harsh but his pupils were shrunken in with what looked to be fear, “I know no more than anyone else…not about (Y/n) and not about Techno.” 

“Techno…” Wilbur questioned with a raised eyebrow and Phil cursed under his breath, “You’ve seen something, haven’t you. You’re familiar with The Phantom- with Techno.” Phil grit his teeth and looked away from Wilbur, 

“Just don’t ask me-”

“Phil. For all our sakes, for (Y/n)’s please tell me what you know.” Wilbur begged and Phil took in a shaky breath and looked around, 

“Not here anyone could be listening. Come. We will go to my office.” Wilbur nodded following Phil easily into the deep parts of the opera house until they reached Phil’s office. It was a small thing, barely fitting two people. Wilbur looked at the pictures on the desk, one was of Tommy wearing tap shoes and the other seemed to be a family portrait taken long ago. It featured a stunning dark-haired woman holding a baby Tommy in her arms, her cheeks were rosy and everyone in the picture was smiling so genuinely. It made Wilbur wonder if you and he could have a family one day, be as happy as the folks in the picture. He watched as Phil poured them both a glass of red wine and handed it over to Wilbur, “from my secret stash, don’t tell Schlatt he’d flip his lid.” He watched Phil look into the red liquid before taking a breath, “It was years ago at this point. My wife was still alive and there was a traveling fair in the city. One of those fucked up places, a freakshow is what they called it, terrible name for people who had deformities.” Phil paused taking a small sip of his wine and Wilbur nodded pleading with him to continue. “I went against my better judgment, just to see what was happening maybe I could get the police involved if the people were being mistreated…but I never. I didn’t anticipate the level of mistreatment. There was..and I’ll never forget him: a boy locked in a cage…”

“In a cage?” Wilbur’s jaw fell open, “A boy how old?” 

“At the time probably around the age, Ranboo is now…like I said it was years ago. But God was this boy a prodigy, he was a scholar, architect, musician.”

Wilbur felt sick to his stomach, “A composer…”

Phil smiled, it was weak and tense, “And an inventor too Soot. They boasted he had once built for the Shah of Persia, a maze of mirrors. They called him Technoblade, he didn’t even seem to know if his parents gave him an actual name. They called him a freak of nature, a monster more than the boy he was. He was attacked you see, by a pack of dogs when he was only ten years old, he became deformed. Scars covering one side of his face entirely, it’s a surprise he didn’t go blind in the eye it was a miracle really. He also was born with teeth like tusks, people are cruel. An accident combined with a deformity caused people to stir, they’d pay good money to see a monster like that in the flesh.”

“My God…” Wilbur murmured and was surprised to find his heart aching for this monster who haunted his life. 

“And then…he went missing. He escaped.” Phil shrugged and swallowed like he was trying to get down a rock in his throat, “They never found him it was said he had died.”

“But he didn’t die, did he?” 

“The world forgot him, but I never can. I’m a fixer at heart as well as a father even if Tommy wasn’t born yet. I couldn’t leave him to die on his own…For in this darkness I have seen him again.”

“And so our Phantom’s this man…” 

Phil made a face and his jaw clenched, “I have said too much. And there have been too many accidents, he’s hurt our Phantom. He never…the world was - is - cruel to him, it can’t excuse many of the things that he’s done. But your Songbird was the first to see him as he truly was. A man, not a monster. Now please leave my fucking office.” 

—

The managers were in a panic, the score sat open on Schlatt’s desk who was into his fifth cigarette in the past thirty minutes. He was growling as he flipped through the score, “Not another Chandelier, we almost went bankrupt the last time! Everything was going fine but Miss Daae just had to come back and it’s all gone to shit.” He spat slamming his hands down on the desk as the door opened, standing there was his partner with two notes in his hands, “Not more fucking letters-” 

“I’m afraid so…” Quackity winced, “here read yours.” Schlatt snatched it from his hands and tore it open, 

“Dear Schlatt, we need another first Basson player, get one with tone. That third trombone has to go! That man could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune- This is fucking ludicrous!” 

Quackity frowned opening his letter and reading his aloud next, “Dear Quackity, Some chorus members must be sacked. If you could find out which has a sense of pitch, wisely though, I’ve managed to assign a rather minor role to those who cannot act.” Quackity winced and looked at Schlatt, “George isn’t going to be happy about this…” 

“Shut up or you’re gonna summon him!” He hissed and just as he said George burst through the doors, 

“Outrage! This entire affair is an outrage! Have you seen the size of my part?!”

“Please, understand this is beyond our control.” Quackity tried to placate the primadonna, but his anger only grew as you, Phil and Wilbur entered the office. 

“Oh! Here she is now our little flower.” He spat venom on his tongue, and you frowned at him.

“Ah, Miss Daae the lady of the hour. You have secured the largest role in Phantom’s new opera.” Quackity smiled nervously as the frown on your face didn’t disappear. 

“Even though you don’t have the voice.” George snapped harshly, 

“Señor please-” 

“I take it you’re agreeing?” Wilbur huffed looking at both managers, George was beyond fuming at this point, 

“He’s behind all of this! You all have to know that the little skank-” 

It was the first time Wilbur heard you raise your voice as you turned to the man with fire in your eyes, “How dare you!” 

“I’m not a fool!”

“You evil man how dare you! I don’t want any part in this plot!” 

This time it was Schlatt who began to sweat, “Miss Daae surely, you don’t mean that!” 

“If she doesn’t want it just give it to me!” George snapped with a sharp click of his tongue everyone’s eyes turned back to look at you and Wilbur had you in his arms. 

“I can’t…I won’t do it…” Wilbur shushes you softly before his eyes lit up with a marvelous thought, 

“We have all been so blind, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before! There’s an answer staring us right in the face! We shall play his game, perform his masterpiece, but we hold the ace. For if my Songbird sings he is certain to attend.” 

“Then we make sure the doors are barred, we make certain there are armed men there!”

“Then his reign will end as the curtain falls!” Quackity finished there was a conflicted look on your features that Wilbur caught but didn’t comment on. Phil however noticed and spoke up, 

“Madness. This is madness!” Phil huffed banging his cane on the ground, “there is no way of turning the ride! We are talking about murdering a man!” 

“He’s murdered others. Stick to ballet you old crow.” Schlatt snapped back, Phil was seething and Wilbur turned to him. 

“Then help us, Phil,” Wilbur urged softly, knowing what he had spoken about earlier he wasn’t a murderer if there was a way to get the Phantom to stop safely he’d be more than willing to take it. 

“I wish I could truly-” 

“Or are you on his side?” Quackity spit and you finally moved to guard Phil with your body and Wilbur sent a frown Quackity’s way.

“I intend no ill-will, but you all must be careful. We’ve seen him kill before who’s to say he won’t kill again hm?” 

“Phil…” You trailed off desperately, 

“We say he’ll fall and he will fall!” Schlatt roared, “If we succeed we will all be free, we’re killing the prick and that’s final.” 

“Wilbur please.” He looked down at you with pity, for he didn’t want to stoop to murder either but it seemed this was going to be the only way. 

“Hear my warning!” Phil snarled, “Fear his fury!” 

“If (Y/n) sings we’ll get our man, it’s all too clear!” Quackity laughed and Phil took a step forward, 

“I beg you. Do not do this.” Phil was looking at Wilbur now who swallowed thickly, his eyes flickered over to you, 

“Please don’t Wilby. If you don’t stop I’ll go mad! I’m frightened alright!” You burst into tears now, fat ones rolling down your cheeks in droves. “I don’t want to do this, Wilbur it scares me! I can’t aid in murder! He’ll take me, I know he will and we’ll all be parted forever! He won’t let me go, I don’t want him dead! He doesn’t deserve death but yet…if I don’t sing and aid you he’ll always be there singing songs in my head!” 

“Yeah, she’s insane alright,” Geroge grunted and Wilbur glared at him, his face softened taking you in his arms, 

“You said it yourself my love, he is nothing but a man. But even so, he’ll keep haunting us until we’re dead.” 

“That gives you no right to kill him.” You argued back heart aching painfully in your chest, Wilbur said nothing only wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. Everyone in the room seemed to wish you would combust on the spot, not comprehending what you’ve been through. A part of you knows you’ll always care for and love Technoblade, and you know Wilbur can see that, for you loved Wilbur too. 

“Just trust me.” He whispered into your hair, “for now simply rehearse like nothing is wrong.” 

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The rehearsal was like pulling teeth, you were a mess and the anxiety you felt was suffocating you, choking you, making it hard to breathe let alone sing. Quackity had called for a fifteen-minute break, and you marched off stage. Not even Tommy seemed to be able to break you out of your funk. 

“Just tell me what’s wrong.” Tommy urged taking you by the wrist, “We’re all worried-I’m worried. You’re not acting like yourself.” 

“Tommy please.” 

“No enough of this! Tell me what the fuck is going on with you-” 

“I’m fine Tommy. Just leave me alone.” You snapped, “I just need some air.” You shrugged your arm out of his grip and stood outside in the cold, you opened up your palm to feel the snow that began to fall around you. Your eyes trained on a carriage outside of the opera house, you looked back at the theatre before boarding the carriage. “Take me to the cemetery,” you told the driver who only nodded before getting the horses to move. You hugged your own body bringing your knees to your chest. Your hair rested against the window watching the flurries flutter around outside sticking to the stone pathway. Once the carriage finally stopped you exited and began to walk through the beautiful snow-covered headstones of the cemetery. As you walked you felt as though you were being watched, so you began to talk to yourself. 

“In sleep, he sang to me, in dreams he came.” You laughed bitterly, “that voice which called to me and spoke my name.” Church bells began to toll as you looked around the cemetery, “Little Songbird who thought of everything and nothing, her father had promised her that he would send her an angel of music. Instead, he sent her a broken man with a broken heart. Angels aren’t real.” You spoke bitterly finally coming to a giant mausoleum, moss hung from the sides as snow began to stick to the roof and the steps. On the front it was engraved with your father’s name and music notes beside it, you felt your throat begin to close up. Your eyes stung, “You were once my one companion. You were all that mattered. You were once a friend and father then my world was shattered.” You placed a hand on the entrance feeling the cold marble under your fingertips grounded you just enough, “Wishing you were somehow here again. Wishing you were somehow near. Sometimes it seemed as if I just dreamed, that somehow you would be here. Wishing I could hear your voice again. Knowing that I never would. Dreaming of you won’t help me to do all that you dreamed I could.” The church bells rang once more and you laughed wetly, “passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental, seem, for you, the wrong companions you were warm and gentle. Too many years fighting back tears. Why can’t the past just die?” A hand gently caressed your shoulder, it was a tight but a comforting hold, you could recognize the deep baritone voice anywhere his tone wasn’t unkind, as usual, it was gentle.

“Wandering child. So lost. So helpless. Yearning for my guidance…” He smiled as you turned around bewildered to see Techno behind you, had he followed you all the way from the opera house? 

“Angel? Or are you more Phantom?” You smiled sadly and Techno brought his hand up to your cheek, 

 “Have you forgotten your Angel?”

“I can never forget you Techno, but you are no saintly angel.” His lips pulled into a frown at your words, “They plan to kill you.” 

“Heh? You’re joking?” His nose scrunched up in displeasure and you laughed bringing your own fingers up to trace across his jaw and he purred contently at the touch. “They won’t accomplish that, that I can promise you my Siren. You should come back with me, come back with your angel. It’s cold out here my offer still stands from all those months ago.”

“I’m engaged Techno…”

He grumbled at that response ears twitching in displeasure, “I do not care for him, you can’t tell me you love the fool.” 

“Wilbur isn’t a fool. He’s a magnificent singer in his own right, and he’s an amazing author…but…” 

“You don’t love him?” Techno’s eyes lit up like stars, they were hopeful and you flinched, 

“I love him. But I love you too…” You trailed off, “But…you really scared me those months ago. You scared me so much I had to get away.” 

“It wasn’t my intention-” 

“I was afraid you’d hurt me-” 

“I’d never!-” 

“Or those I care about.” You stated sternly, and Techno knew you meant Wilbur, “He doesn’t want to kill you, you know…” 

“How can he not. I’m his direct competition.” Techno grumbled his hands moving to wrap around your waist, he missed you, missed your voice, your smell, and your very presence. “I…I’m sorry for scaring you away,” He swallowed, “But I cannot lose you, Siren.” 

“You might not have to,” Techno took you in his arms and held you tightly, protectively, as Wilbur appeared in the darkness of the cemetery. 

“Wilbur.” You whispered tensing in Techno’s hold, 

“You can’t win her love by making her your prisoner.” He continued looking into Techno’s eyes. “But I think we can come to an…understanding, but you need to let her go.” 

“I’m not holding her against her will here fool,” Techno snarled squeezing you tightly, you winced and Techno loosened his hold on you. You watch as Wilbur tenses slightly, both seemed to have a staring match before Techno let you go. Wilbur ran over to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, 

“You alright?” 

“Yes…your plan?” You asked hesitantly and Wilbur locked eyes once more with Technoblade, 

“This is going to be dangerous, for all of us.” 

“I can deal with dangerous.” Techno scoffed, “your point?” 

“I think there’s a way we can all be happy.” 

“I’m listening…”

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New story to drop either tonight or tomorrow

Phantom Of the Opera Techno x Reader x Wilbur

First chapter is under editing see you soon. From then on new chapter will be released weekly, hope you all still are sticking around

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Also very last chapter has full on smut for the first time ever but ya’ll didn’t hear it from me

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Moon Knight X Reader