how many of you would be interested in a medieval hermitcraft au? I’d call it like, hermiteval. the hermiddle ages. smth like that.

That netherworld update whew,

Been a while since I drew Benderman and Kaylani, but man I love it! Minecraft never grows out of you

Finished product of the piece! Had fun with it. Benderman is just hanging out holding cubes as Kailani goes for a walk in a new outfit! Something that stands out from the background.

This has to be one of the biggest pieces I’ve ever made, so it was quite the experience lol I hope to do another part of this.

https://hopelessromantic721arts.tumblr.com/post/190227223431/hopelessromantic721

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If you want to see the process check it out! Thanks!

Part two!

https://hopelessromantic721arts.tumblr.com/post/190227223431/part-1-it-took-me-three-or-four-hours-but-i-did

Hopelessromantic721

I wasn’t sure how to add a second video lol sorry guys! But yeah, here is the second part! Finished! It was still fun to finish. It came together. Gave Kailani a new outfit, something that stood out from the background, with Benderman just in the background as usual lol

Tried a cloudy day too for them cause I would imagine he prefers those kinds of days lol

Well I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

https://hopelessromantic721arts.tumblr.com/post/190227901782/part-two-i-wasnt-sure-how-to-add-a-second-video

Hopelessromantic721

It took me three or four hours but I did it! Here we have my girl. I used most of my markers and you can see I sort of went through trial and error to get it right lol I don’t know why I mixed regular markers with permanent when I should have stuck with one or the other.

Here they are again lol hanging out with some bees. I love them so much. In my map I only found one hive and I destroyed the nest! I’ll have to hunt them down again somehow.

Used crayola pencils this time. Been a while and even though the waxy texture isn’t my favorite I really do still love using them, gives fun colors.

Anyway I hope you enjoy them.

“Why are there flowers on her eyes?”

Benderman doesn’t get that eyelashes are a thing lol

So I guess I’m making shipping art of them now. But I wanted to take them a step further anyway. I hope you guys don’t mind. I am trying out new color pencils and they feel a little light and hard to blend, they do get a soft pastel look down without me meaning to get that look lol

I hope you enjoy! The bees are coming for ya!

I saw hoodies of the Minecraft monsters and wanted to throw like a cute version of those here with my girl! It’s my favorite thing on her right now I am just so happy with this cute shawl. I should have done something with his eyes but the hat was enough I think.

Just an excuse to draw this girl in something cute! I hope you like!

Here is more doodles of my girl lol been a while I kno sorry! But I had loads of fun and I wanted to share her! I love the idea of Benderman being shy but curious about her.

And new character too! Onlu! He belongs to a buddy of mine. He’s a hard worker, comes and goes, likes to travel through the portals, and is friendly. But tends to disappear without telling anyone lol

I hope you like her!

I got into Minecraft and made a character for fun! To ship her with a random enderman. Since I kinda had a run in with one anyway. Or the sake of being a nerd among my pals too who play with me!

But yeah not much about her other than she loves flowers and experimenting. Benderman comes close to her because she has lots of flowers and he’s curious what else she may have.

Enjoy! Love you guys!

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@theoneandonlyyeti:post 1,Art from let me worship you,Aether,Self insert friends

@sandyy-woo:UTFB art

@blxux:Aether,Aether n’ Steve,Addinoblade,Discord Oc’s,More addinoblade,

@friday-dsv/@fridaydev-draws:Wedding Bells,Lost One’s,A pirates life for me cover art,My Oc & Slime,

@abovenyx:Mafia Blade,Beauty and the Beast fic

@t0r:UTFB Reader design,LOW Reader design

@most-unpleasant-metaphor: Fundy x Arctic Fox Reader

@lsp-mochi:Bea!!!

@krisxshiko on Wattpad: Family

MORE TO COME!

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.

~~~

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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#5

Of Immortality and Nymphs

(Philza Minecraft x Reader)

Request 2: Just c!philza simping over reader!!

Requested by: Anonymous 

(Okay maybe I got a little carried away with this one…) 

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     He met her for the first time when he was a young man, who barely understood the world around him. Messing with things he shouldn’t was his specialty so when he heard there used to be Nymphs in the nearby forests, he just had to find out if they were extinct or not. Phil flipped through his worn journal and tapped his quill on the paper, he wanted to document his journey to finding the supposedly mythical creature. After all, this was one of his first real adventures all by himself he wouldn’t accept any form of defeat. He popped the cork off the invisibility potion he had and downed it with one swig. Phil, now hidden, wandered into the forest of the last known location, of the last recorded Nymph. Not being visible to the creatures in the forest allowed Phil to take in the beauty of nature around him, he could get close to the animals and see them in their natural habitat. The forest was beautiful, sunlight peeking in through the leaves of the trees, it was magical. He placed his hand on the trees running his hand over the bark with a smile, Phil heard a soft twinkling in his ear, and his head shot up. Always trigger happy he put his hand on his sword, in the middle of a nearby clearing stood a beautiful woman with gorgeous (h/c) hair. Flowers and leaves seemed to be interwoven within the strands, her ears were elf-like in appearance adorned with gold piercings. Her dress flowed in the wind, it was a soft almost translucent green decorated with leaves, in her hand was a baby chick. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, it was clear she was the Nymph that the old stories were talking about, thank god for the invisibility potion. 

Pulling out his journal once more he began to sketch a picture of the elegant woman, he didn’t want to forget her face. The man looked up once more to finish up the sketch and the Nymph was gone, he frowned sadly, he did hope he could get to talk to her. 

     “What’re you drawing?” Phil snapped his notebook shut letting out a startled yelp, he turned to look at the figure beside him. The potion must’ve worn off when he wasn’t looking, however beside him was said Nymph. His jaw almost dropped open, did she have no self-preservation? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She stepped a few steps back and he held out his arm to stop her. 

     “No! No, you’re alright!” He put his hand to his heart, “I’m Phil. and you are?” 

     “(Y/n). Are you human?” 

     “Tragically,” Phil gave her a little smile as she tilted her head curiously. “Are you a Nymph?” You looked a little hesitant, he watched as your ears twitched in an undeniably cute way. He felt himself melt a little as you gave a nod, 

     “A Meliae if you want to get specific,” you smiled fondly giving him a teasing wink. Opening his notebook again he scribbled that down next to the figure drawing of you, you sat down in front of him watching in awe, “Is that your language’s written system?” Looking back up at her curious expression Phil once again felt his heartbeat speed up in his chest. 

     “It is. You’re very clever,” He hummed and was delighted in the way you flushed up to the tips of your ears. You waved him off, 

     “I’m not that clever. When you’ve been around as long as I have you pick up on certain things,” He watched you carefully as you sat down beside him resting on your knees. Curiously Phil tilted his head,

     “How long have you been around?”

     “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?” She shot back a grin on her features, oh Phil was in love. Nymphs did tend to have that effect on people, people fall hard and fast for them, but Phil didn’t care. 

     “My apologies, that was rude of me huh?”

    “Very.” She teased with a snicker, “I’ve honestly lost count at this point.” 

     “You’ve lost track? So you’re immortal then?” Phil’s entire face lit up the excitement prevalent on his features, “Tell me everything.” He pleaded, with a soft laugh you began to share your tale with the man in front of you. Phil was enamored she had lived more lifetimes than he could begin to comprehend, what he wouldn’t do to have that gift. The duo talked long into the evening and well into the next morning, Phil knew he had to head home soon. Not that he had anyone waiting for him back home, but he couldn’t stay with her forever as much as he wanted to. “When can I see you again?” He whispered taking your hands within his own, he couldn’t help but notice how soft they were for someone living in a forest. You hesitantly pressed your finger to his earring, 

     “They’ll start to glow whenever I’m near. So you can always find me,” You whispered cupping his cheek in your hand, he felt himself lean into it. “I’ll see you soon Phil,” You leaned forward pressing a tender kiss to his lips before disappearing in a flurry of flowers and leaves. Phil let out a shaky breath bringing his fingers to his lips a wild smile appearing across them. He opened his journal one last time adding ‘great kissers’ to his list of things about the Nymph of the forest. 

They met many more times after that, and with each meeting, Phil only fell more and more in love with her. He wanted to protect you and keep you safe especially after telling him that Nymphs were hunted for their tears that give immortality but now without the expense of the Nymph. Yet even with his pleading, you wouldn’t leave the forest you called home. You told him maybe one day you could, but you were the only Nymph protecting the forest and you had to stay to protect your home. Ever the gentleman Phil would drop the conversation and steer it into another direction said direction ended with a lot of kissing. 

As the years flew by Phil found himself growing older and you remaining the same and as beautiful as ever, he wanted to be immortal with you. He never wanted to lose you, so he made a deal with the God of undying, sacrificing his three lives for one immortal life so he could remain by your side forever. He’d also have to give up part of his humanity, he was bestowed giant black crow-like wings. But he’d do anything so long as he got to be by your side for the rest of eternity. Phil didn’t want to tell you at first, afraid you’d be mad but it was hard to hide giant black wings and the man could never stay far away from you. When he finally saw you again you knew what went down practically immediately. Surprisingly you took it much better than he originally thought, you seemed to flattered beyond belief but also pissed as hell. Desperately you tried to explain to him that immortality wasn’t a gift but a curse, seeing the world change around you while you stay young forever wasn’t as fun as it sounded. The man scoffed, shooting back a comment of his own about how he didn’t want to imagine a world without you by his side. You didn’t deserve to lose someone you loved just because they were mortal and he stood by that.

He watched your face scrunch up, cheeks turning pink at his sentiment. Mostly because you were melting around his words and he knew it too by the smirk evident on his features. Phil locked eyes with you and smiled endearingly, 

     “I love you.” 

     “I’m pregnant.” 

     “Fucking what-” He choked on his spit any argument that started before fizzled out the minute you had told you said those two words to him. He felt his features morphed in surprise before wrapping you in a tight suffocating hug. That only solidified his choices, he made the right decision, he needed to stay by you and your child’s side so long as the universe allowed him to. 

However, things weren’t all peaches and rainbows as the world changed to a dark and dismal place once more. Forests were being burned and destroyed and humans once again discovered the existence of Nymphs and wanted to hunt them down for sport. Things were dangerous, way too dangerous for you and the newborn son you shared with Phil. Reluctantly you and Phil came to a decision, to protect your baby you needed to leave, it was the only way to keep them safe. You held the baby close to your chest, tears swelling in your eyes as Phil kissed your cheeks trying to shush you softly. “It’s alright…” His voice was gentle, his big hand caressing the boy’s chocolate brown curls. 

     “It’s not alright. Phil…I don’t wanna leave you or Wilbur.” Your voice quivered and Phil’s heart shattered in pieces, “But his safety comes first.” You brought the baby up to your lips and kissed his forehead, he giggled sweetly trying to squish his mother’s cheeks. You laughed as he did so, “My sweet, lovely boy. I’ll have to leave you for a while, I don’t want to but you need to be kept safe. I…” Phil frowned watching as you choked up once more, “I’m not safe.” Even through your tears, Phil thought you were beautiful, “You can’t tell him about me…” 

     “(Y/n) I can’t- That’s just not fair-” You shushed him with a kiss to his lips, passing Wilbur off to him. 

     “If he’s anything like his father he’ll lose his mind searching for his mother. He needs to live his life.” You reached up holding Phil’s chin on your pointer finger, “He has to live life to its fullest, Nothing can hold him back. It has to stay this way until I can come back. Which I will…hopefully it won’t be too long.” You smiled up at him and Phil took in a shaky breath, 

     “What if I ruin him.” His voice was painfully tight holding his grip on Wilbur tightening as well, it made the baby squirm. You shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, his scruff tickling your chin. To him the kisses always felt electric, never devoid of passion and adoration, he leaned forward to chase those addicting lips as you pulled away. 

     “You won’t ruin him, you’re the most gentle and kind man I’ve ever met. You took care of me all these years, you’ll be amazing for Wilby.” Phil watched as you kissed Wilbur one last time before stepping away with a shaky breath. “Just be as good to him as you are to me,” You both heard the crunch of leaves, it caused you to jump a little looking around the forest frantically. 

     “Go. We’ll be fine. Just stay safe and come back to us okay?” You could only nod at him before disappearing in a gust of leaves and flowers. Phil felt his heartache and he jolted as Wilbur began to cry seemingly already missing the presence of his mother. “Oh Wilbur hush, hush for me please,” His father pleaded as he began to rock him gently this was going to be a lot harder than he would ever anticipate, but to keep you safe he’d give up the entire world. 

~~~

Decades went by, Phil had not only Wilbur to watch over but three more idiotic kids, others adopted of course. Wilbur had grown up into a strapping young man, got married, and had a son, you would be so proud of him. You’d spoil Fundy rotten, he just knew you would, he was sure you’d also spoil Tommy and Tubbo. Not to mention you’d force your motherly affection all over Technoblade and he wouldn’t have a choice but to open up to you. 

However, none of them even knew you existed, lies were told about who Wilbur’s mother was when any of them asked and it killed him on the inside to lie about you. Eventually, Wilbur just stopped asking, most likely assuming something bad happened that Phil never wanted to discuss with him. Something far too painful to even tell his son about,

 Which was half right he supposed. 

It started like any other day, Tommy and Wilbur were messing around with Dream, something about discs and war that Phil didn’t particularly care about. Wilbur had come over once again to plead with Phil for aid in the war, but once again he refused him. This time he even brought Fundy along thinking that seeing his grandson might change the older man’s mind. However, he still refused knowing it wasn’t going to end well in the long run even if Wilbur did win. Sometimes kids had to make their own mistakes to learn about the future. It’s not like he hadn’t told Wil it wouldn’t end well, he did multiple times, but the kid was just as stubborn as he was and wasn’t going to back down. 

“Dad, please. If you’d just join in we’d slay Dream and his team, all the fighting will come to an end. The nation I’m trying to create would finally be free and safe. Just help me.” Wilbur pleaded, a small whine slipping into his voice as he followed Phil and his son into the forest, “We can establish our new nation and be free from tyranny. No more war, isn’t that what you keep advocating for?” Wilbur continued to rant, not helping at all with his chores, his voice grew soft suddenly, and Fundy grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket. 

     “What is it, kid?”

     “Your earring’s glowing pops.” Fundy pointed to his ear and Phil froze in place the wood that he collected falling out of his hands, scattering all over the forest floor.

     “Dad?” Wilbur repeated his voice growing louder in concern, Phil looked around the clearing frantically before bolting in a random direction. 

     “Grandpa!?” Fundy yelled chasing off after him, his tail puffing up anxiously, 

     “Fundy don’t just run off!” 

Phil didn’t stick around to hear them, you were around here somewhere the question was where. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, please, please god let him find you. He didn’t have to wait long, he’d recognize you anywhere you still looked the same. Standing in the middle of a flower field you looked over your shoulder, “(Y/n)! Darling!” He called out choking a little on his words, your (e/c) eyes blew wide and he heard you laugh. You ran up to him flowers growing in your wake, you launched himself at the man and he lifted you in his arms. He spun you around laughing in disbelief, using his wings you both floated in the air, he cradled the back of your head with his hand, “I can’t believe you’re here.” Phil whispered, pulling away to cup your cheeks with your hands, “you’re real.”

     “Of course I’m here silly goose. I told you I’d come back didn’t I?” You laughed fondly as he began to pepper your face in kisses, “Even if it is way later than I intended…” You trailed off with a small wince, 

     “Who cares. You’re here now and you’re safe.” He landed a kiss on your lips as you kissed him back. You tasted just as he remembered like fresh air and oranges, he wanted to swallow you whole. He never wanted to let you go again, and he never would if he had a say in the matter. 

      “Dad? What the fuck?” Wilbur blurted as Fundy and he came upon the clearing, you pulled away from Phil. Tears filling your eyes, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, Phil rested a hand on the small of your back. 

     “Wilby…”She whispered, stumbling towards the man reaching out towards him, he raised an eyebrow and flinched away from your touch. You pulled your hand back taking a little breath,

     “I’m sorry. How do you know my name?” From behind you, Phil flinched; he knew that’s what you wanted, for him not to remember you. But, fuck he felt guilty about it, he was about to feel even more guilty in a minute. 

     “She’s your mom Wilbur.” 

     “Fucking WHAT.” Wilbur sputtered taking a few steps back from the woman, “You told me my mom was a fridge!”

     “You told him what.” You turned towards Phil, eyes blazing with annoyance, he held his hands up in surrender. “Why would you tell him his mother was a fridge! I know I told you to lie but a fridge! Phil that’s not even physically possible!” You scolded the man crossing your arms over your chest, his face flushed a bright red. He even missed you yelling and scolding him, he was down bad. 

     “(Y/n) I panicked-” Phil started to explain and you cut him off with an eye roll. “I’m sorry okay, I love you.” 

Meanwhile, Wilbur and Fundy looked in between the two adults rapidly as they talked. Both equally shocked and at a loss for words, Wilbur took a step forward and grabbed your wrist. 

     “Please continue your explanation,” He commanded softly, “If you are my mom why did you leave? Why haven’t you been here?” Wilbur frowned as he watched you look away from him, 

    “How much do you know about Nymphs Wilbur?” Wilbur turned bright red and the color reached up onto the tips of his ears, “What?”

“My mom’s a Nymph.” Fundy spoke up in place of Wilbur, “her name’s Sally. I…I’m Wilbur’s son.” He watched your face melt and mouth a broken ‘son?’, Phil noticed and walked up to squeeze your hand. You had missed so much, you hoped you didn’t blame yourself, you and Phil lived too long to live with that many regrets. 

     “What happened to her?” You asked tenderly, 

     “Killed.” Wilbur said bluntly, “by hunters. Don’t worry, I made sure to dispose of them.” 

     “I-I’m so sorry.” You spoke and Wilbur couldn’t help but feel compelled into your arms. Something about you just made him want to melt into your body, he knew Phil was right in the end. You were his mother through and through, I mean the shared pointed ears said enough. 

     “Is that why you left?” Fundy asked walking over to stand beside Wilbur, Fundy’s ears pressing against his head. They both watched you nod and Phil tightened his grip on your arm, you took in another deep breath. His hand moved to wrap securely around your waist, he was here for you. He’d always be here for you.

     “When you were born, the hunters were far worse, there were much more of them. Greater numbers and they sniffed out Nymphs like hunting dogs to a rabbit. I couldn’t keep a newborn baby safe, especially one that was half Nymph…Which probably explains why Fundy’s part fox, he has more Nymph in him.” The fox hybrid seemed to light up at even the inclination that he was special in any way, shape, or form. “It was safer for me to be as far away from the both of you as possible, and I was right considering you grew up into a handsome young man with a family of his own.” You chuckled fondly leaning into Phil’s touch. “But I can understand if you don’t trust me or want to get to know me,” You smiled sadly at the man Fundy spoke up before Wilbur could. 

     “No! We want to get to know you grandma!” He blurted taking your hands in his own, you melted at the adorable way his eyes lit up. You glanced up at Wilbur who Phil totally wasn’t threatening with his eyes, 

     “I…” The man looked hesitant, but as he stared into your warm eyes once more he felt encapsulated within them. His longing for a motherly figure in his lips came back at full force and washed over him like a tidal wave. He had a mother and she was safe and here and willing to come back into his life if he was ready. 

Was he ready? Why did he feel ready?

     “Fuck that hesitance she’s grandma,” You let out a delighted laugh ruffling up Fundy’s hair, his tail wagging elatedly behind him. 

     “Don’t spoil him, love.”

     “Fuck you, I’m spoiling the hell out of my grandson. Gotta make it up to him somehow.” Fundy’s tail only wagged harder as he wrapped you in a tight hug, you hugged him back just as tightly. 

     “Hey, Hey move over champion. I get to hug my mom now.” Wilbur snapped defensively, as Fundy snickered only looking up at him mischievously hugging you tighter. You laughed in delight seeing Wilbur huff, Phil melted against you in relief. Wilbur’s face was scrunching up the exact way you do when you’re pissed, he smiled against the side of your head. Wilbur pushed his son to the side gently and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, he towered over you but couldn’t help but bury his face in your neck. You cooed softly and ran your fingers through his hair, he was gone the moment you did so, melting in your arms completely. 

Without you noticing Phil took a step away from the group just to admire the moment from an outsider’s perspective. For what felt like the hundredth time that hour Phil felt light, he felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders. Everything was right in the universe again, you were finally holding your not-so-little boy in your arms again after all these years. Even if you did have a fox hanging off you as well, Phil let out a soft chuckle looking at the three with adoration. A long time ago he gave up his mortality and humanity for you, after you left he had pleaded to the gods once more, he swore he would give up anything for just one more day with you by his side. They had ignored his wishes, they knew without a doubt you’d be back in his arms again, and this time he wouldn’t have to give up a single thing. 

~~~

Okay but actually I had so much fun writing this??? Maybe even a Pt. II?

893 notes • Posted 2021-03-10 22:34:14 GMT

#4

Let Me Worship You

(C!Technoblade X Gn!Reader)

Request 9: Could I perhaps request a c!techno x gn!reader where maybe the reader is good friends with Dadza and meets Techno one day and they fall for each other? Bonus if the reader is maybe a great builder like dadza but too shy to actually meet anyone so they just build things quietly and then move on and no one but dadza really knows them? Soft! and/or protective! Techno would be cute but not needed!!

Requested By: Anon

I hope you don’t mind the shameless art I made for this lol.

At this point in his life, Technoblade had known Phil for centuries, they started their own brief empire together and he watched him raise Wilbur the best a single father could. It was about five years ago when you started following Phil around, the first time Technoblade met you was entirely by accident. He just needed to drop off some building supplies to Phil and Wilbur when he saw you trifling through Phil’s stuff, you had gorgeous white wings and when the sun hit them just right he saw flecks of gold peek through. His piglin side was immediately enamored with the gold wanted to reach out and run a delicate hand through the feathers. Technoblade set his jaw and summoned his ax to his side, you turned around (e/c) eyes widening with shock and fear. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel pure satisfaction rush through his veins seeing your fright. You held up your hands and everything you were holding tumbled to the ground, wings puffing up with shock and horror. Hearing the noise Phil wandered into the room and was quick to diffuse the situation, you hid behind the taller male and Techno gave a grunt of an apology in your direction.

From that moment forward you were as much of a staple in his life as Phil was, Phil had explained Wilbur had found you half dead a little ways away from his home. You had wings like his and Phil couldn’t let you die without answers, his crows would never let him live it down. After he got what he needed from you, Phil noticed just how handy you were around the house especially when you were building things so he kept you around. Technoblade never really interacted with you unless Phil was there to interpret, you weren’t much of a talker and Technoblade was never one for long-drawn-out conversation anyway. However, when Phil had killed Wilbur and he and Technoblade had to move north you inevitably followed the birdman. That’s when Technoblade really began to understand and get to know you and your little quirks. He noticed that when you concentrated on blueprints to a certain build you’d stick your tongue out all cute like, or the soft songs you’d hum when you thought no one was listening.

But Technoblade always listens.

He also noticed that since you and Phil had moved in there was an abundance of not only Phil’s crows flying around but a few stray morning doves pecking at the snow as well.

With the encouragement of the voices, Technoblade had gathered up enough courage to attempt to hold onto a conversation with you. As he walked up to you he noticed the soft coo of a dove was heard, catching your attention. You turned around and your eyes locked with his own, he watched your shoulders tense and face flush a little as he approached you.

Off to a rocky start already. Great.

“Ugh. Hey?” Technoblade grunted hands crossing over his chest,

‘Hey? HEY? is that the best you can do? Look at them they’re cowering. Good, they should be, which means we’re well known.’

Technoblade cleared his throat a little as you held up a hand with a shy wave, “hello.” You greeted, your voice was soft and sweet like honey in his ears. The exact opposite of Wilbur and Tommy’s, he found himself enjoying the tone. “So um…did I do something wrong?” Your wings folded back and he watched you methodically run your fingers through the feathers.

‘Look at the gold flecks! I want them! I wanna pet them they’re so cute! So small and helpless like a little worm. Worm? Really? What it’s an analogy! A bad one! Shut up she’s giving us a look!’

“No? Did you do something I should be concerned about?”

“No!”You sputtered out in panic, dropping the bricks in your hand stumbling back so they wouldn’t crush your toes.

You had fast reflexes, that’s good.

The morning dove around you cooed in distress fluttering up to your shoulder, nesting there like it was its home. “I’m alright,” You whispered eyes going soft as you scratched under the bird’s chin, Technoblade watched with interest. Technoblade gathered why Phil really liked you, you were almost an exact replica of the mild manner builder, other than the anarchist tendencies.

“Didn’t mean to make you drop your stuff,” Technoblade clicked his tongue softly bending down to gather your materials. “Where do you want them?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I asked you a question kid.” Your mouth snapped shut and your lips pressed into a thin tense line. Technoblade observed as your eyebrow twitched, oh you were annoyed. You didn’t voice your annoyance he couldn’t help but mentally comment how cute that look was on you. A huff spilled past your lips and you directed him where to place the bricks in their proper locations. The both of you fell into light conversation after that, he caused you to laugh a few times and it made him feel oddly warm inside. He didn’t even realize that the sun began to set until you pointed it out, Technoblade rubbed the stubble on his chin glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You were staring up at the sunset, the orange and red colors shone through the gaps in your feathers, your eyes were alight with wonder. You looked like an old Greek statue, an angel carved out of the finest marble and gemstones.

He flushed when you turned to face him, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you so blatantly. You smiled the tips of your pointing ears turning pink, “You should stay the night.” Technoblade spoke without really thinking about the consequences, “there’s plenty of room.”

“Alright. I think I will. It’s not safe flying at night anyway.” Your smile only growing in size at his offer, he made the right decision then, he led you and your little dove through the snow and into his cabin.

Spring rolled around and there was a little house set up right next to Technoblade’s home. It fit his aesthetic nicely, made out of wood, and always had its lanterns lit, it was your home. However, you began to spend most of your time at Technoblade’s home talking with the retired Blood God. You and Phil also had begun molting which was Technoblade’s least favorite time of the year mostly because of all the feathers. However, this year in particular he was particularly enamored with your shiny golden feathers he would find around his home. Maybe he collected them and kept them in his ender chest, it wasn’t creepy he was cleaning. At least that’s what Technoblade told himself, not because he found your feathers beautiful or anything and was enamored by the shine.

“Hey Kid,” Technoblade asked from his seat across from you in his sitting room, you picked your head up and tilted it to the side in a questioning manner. Your wings were ruffled, messy and you looked uncomfortable to be interrupted from your grooming. “Need some help?” He watched your entire face turn bright red in the process, “look you can say no. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable!” You argued, “just caught off guard a little Tech. I never thought it’d be something you were interested in.” Standing up from the chair you spread your wings wide, pulled over a stool, and flopped in front of Technoblade. He was a little shocked at how quickly you agreed, they must’ve really been bothering you.

“Do I…just stick my hands in there or…”

You tossed your head back and let out a roaring laugh,

“heh? What’s so funny huh? I don’t wanna hurt you.” Technoblade snapped at you with an embarrassed huff, your laughter slowly dyed down after a few more seconds.

“Sorry I just. Is that what you say to the ladies too?” Technoblade choked and blanked never once have you said something so dirty before, he didn’t even know you were capable of making jokes like that.

“I say that to everyone actually, I don’t discriminate to just women- I’m not helping my case am I? I should stop talking.” It only served to send you into another set of loud giggles, Technoblade was red in the face and stuck his hands into the little feathers by your back. He felt you tense up for a moment before relaxing into his touch, you let out a soft sound of pleasure. Technoblade chose to ignore the sound even if it sent the voices into a frenzy, to mark and claim, and…he was absolutely not going to finish that thought. You both sat there for about an hour and thirty minutes, fixing up your feathers making you preen at the touches. You were smiling like an idiot by the time he was done and you spread your feathers wide, almost like you were showing them off. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel proud that you liked the work he did so much,

“They’re so soft! Thank you Techno!” You turned towards him, eyes practically glowing with adoration. His face turned red, you were stunning, he kissed you that night and by wintertime, the both of you were an official couple.

Phil was quick to catch onto the change in demeanor between the couple, he clapped Techno on the back as congratulations. You were out on another building project, making a little farm because you knew how much Technoblade loved potatoes, you really were attentive. Surprising Technoblade, Phil had also threatened his first cannon life if he ever hurt you in any way, shape, or form. Techno was a little surprised Phil would go as far as to threaten him, but he promised his old friend he wouldn’t let any man, woman, or creature lay their hands on you, including himself.

It was the dead of winter and temperatures had dropped drastically, Technoblade had made both you and Phil warm clothes for the occasion that matched with his own winter gear. He had given you a friendship emerald and in return, you made him a necklace with one of your golden feathers on it.

Technoblade cherished the gift with his entire being. On occasion, while he was out on a long journey he’d press gentle kisses to it when he missed you, and he swore sometimes he swore it moved on its own. He walked into the cabin to see you spread across his couch, a book on your lap, wings curled in tight against your body. He smiled softly dropping the wood he gathered by the door, he snuck over to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“Hi, sunshine,” You greeted turning your head to look at him, his face burned and his chest filled with warmth. Technoblade moved to sit in your lap with a smirk, he plucked the book from your hands to look at the cover. You frowned in his direction, “You lose my spot and I’m hitting you over the head with it.”

“Violent.” He tutted softly bopping you on the head with said book, you shot him a cold look.

“Hypocrite.”

“Nerd.” He responded casually, you let out a little huff, wings ruffling in frustration.

There’s that look, he loved that look. God, you were so cute.

You slapped your hands on his cheeks, and it shocked him back to attention. He felt your fingers spread across his cheeks and your thumbs brush against the apples of his face. Technoblade’s eyes softened and he snuggled into your open palms, he saw you smile and his eyes dropped to a content close. Technoblade did something he hadn’t done in years, he felt the rumble in his throat before it happened, he purred.

His eyes snapped open with fear and embarrassment, but the way your eyes were sparkling quelled the feelings immediately.

“Did you just purr?”

“So what if I did?” He grumbled another purr mixing with a growl,

“That’s the cutest thing in the entire world Mr. Big Bad anarchist. You only purr for me?” The light teasing in your voice sent him aflame, “Aw you do!” You cooed rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs again, he buried his face in your chest as more purrs spilled from his mouth without him wanting them to. “No need to hide it, keep them purrs coming.” Technoblade’s entire face was red as you reached forward to pluck his glasses from his nose. You placed them on the end table and grabbed a blanket wrapping you both inside a cocoon of warmth.

“You tell anyone about this and we’re breaking up.”

“Deal. Your secrets safe with me.” You hummed quietly running his hands through his pink locks melting against your touch. He finally relaxed completely resting the side of his head against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. Technoblade purred and you could feel the rumbles of his chest against your own. The ferocious Blade was akin to a cat, grumpy on the outside but a big softie who wanted attention on the inside. Leaning forward you kissed his forehead, another louder purr was pulled from the man and pressed his forehead back against your lips. “Good boy.~” You teased scratching under his chin he sent you a tired look but the redness in his cheeks gave away how much he enjoyed the praise.

“Shut up. You’re being cringe.” He growled with no real bite or fire,

“Take a nap big guy. You deserve one. You’re safe with me.” Technoblade yawned loudly at your words, his jaw unhinging a little, only proving to show how tired he really was. “I’ll protect you, always.” Technoblade smiled sheepishly and allowed himself to let his guard down just this once to fall asleep in his lover’s arms.

967 notes • Posted 2021-04-14 03:11:01 GMT

#3

Little Hope

(Platonic SBI Famliy x child reader)

Request 6: An imagine or Drabble about sbi family x reader where the reader is the newest adoptee to the family and it turns out they sleepwalk! They do random things like moving stuff around, talking to empty air, and can sometimes end up waking up nowhere near their bed. Just harmless shenanigans that might be spooky at first but are ultimately funny and endearing in a way. 

Requested By: @0melodydrifter0​ 

When Phil brought home a little girl wrapped in a blanket Wilbur was pissed, another child his father had adopted that Phil couldn’t take care of, another child that would end up being his and Techno’s duty to raise. However, something was different in his father’s eyes as he held the young girl close to his chest, 

    “Dad?” Wilbur murmured an eyebrow raised suspiciously high on his head, “What’s that?” He watched his father wince a little cradling the toddler closer to him, 

     “Wilbur…this is (Y/n). She’s going to be your new little sister.” Wilbur grits his teeth and felt rage flood through his veins again, not at the little one, no he couldn’t blame the child for his father’s savior complex. “An old friend of mine village was raided, he asked for my help but by the time I got there everyone was dead, everyone except her.” Phil moved some stray hair out from the kid’s eyes, “I couldn’t leave her for dead Wilbur.” Wilbur’s face softened a little bit, now wasn’t the time to argue with his father, especially since he had just lost a friend. 

      “Could I…see her?” He asked hesitantly as Phil knelt down beside one of his eldest, Wilbur noted the girl had flecks of (h/c) hair on her forehead, her face was covered in soot and ash, he noted she had the brightest (e/c) eyes he’s ever seen. She was quiet, very different from Tommy already, she reached up and touched the side of Wilbur’s cheek with a pudgy hand. The boy was done for after that, vowing up and down that he’d be the best big brother in the world to her even if it killed him. 

Much better than Tommy and Techno too. 

Speaking of the first time Tommy and Techno met you it was quite the experience. Tommy basked in the fact of no longer being the youngest member of the family and Techno was quick to remind him the being the middle child was far worse. Tommy had called him a bitch and Phil told him not to curse in front of his sister which he huffed at, swearing to Phil that her first word would be fuck. 

He got hit on the back of his head for that comment. 

Technoblade was indifferent about that situation, saying orphans were cringe and that you smelled bad, Wilbur was okay with both of these outcomes. As he stated earlier he was going to be the favorite brother whether you knew it or not.

By the time you were ten years old Wilbur’s wish had come true, you stuck by his side and were a quiet staple in his life. He also spoiled you rotten, he made you songs and snuck you cookies when Phil wasn’t looking, he’d do anything to see that smile a smile on your face. However, much to his displeasure it seemed that both Technoblade and Tommy were encroaching on his little happy bubble with his sister. 

It started with Technoblade, he noticed you following him around more often than not. At first, the hybrid was annoyed, he’d lock you out of his room and force you away by threatening to cut off your fingers if you didn’t leave him alone. However, that only made you cry and it made Techno panic if Phil heard you crying he’d be a dead man, and if Wilbur heard he’d be double dead. He began to try to hush you frantically, you didn’t calm down until he stated he would hang out with you a little longer. It shut you up immediately, oh you were a sneaky little shit, he could respect that. He decided he read to you if that was alright, you nodded eagerly, and he carried you into his room. You were a kid of few words and Technoblade could respect that, he pulled out a story about some of the ancient Greek Gods and Goddesses. Figuring the Art of War was probably too much for a ten-year-old, surprisingly he enjoyed himself. You were eager to learn and enjoyed the stories way more than he thought you would, okay maybe you bonded just a little. He had taken to calling you Moirai the greek goddess of destiny, not only that but Technoblade had started bringing you gifts from his adventures, something he never did for anyone else.

Therefore Wilbur was feeling VERY threatened and Technoblade LOVED it. 

However, while the both of them were having their little pissing contest they didn’t notice their younger brother swooping in to join the fight for your attention. As the eldest were at war with themselves, Tommy had taken to sneaking you out of the house to cause trouble by his side. After all, no sister of his was going to be boring like Wilbur and Technoblade, she was going to be as awesome as he was if he had anything to say about it. So when he snuck you out one night against their wishes when they were too busy to notice he decided to take full advantage of that opportunity. He adored hearing your enthusiastic giggles as he tore through the forest with you on his shoulders. 

You were typically a very quiet child, so to hear you laugh because of him made Tommy preen with delight. Your fingers were twisted in his blonde locks as you steered him like a horse, it hurt like hell but so long as it kept you steady he really didn’t mind. 

The joy didn’t last long because Wilbur and Technoblade had found them not soon after he escaped their clutches. Techno plucked you off his shoulders and held you in his arms, you let out a little whine of disappointment and Tommy frowned,

     “Oh come on Technoblade don’t be an asshole!” 

     “Don’t curse in front of (Y/n), Tommy.” Wilbur hissed hitting him on the back of his head, “you can’t just run off with her it’s dangerous!”

     “I can protect her just fine you bitch!” 

     “Oh please, you can barely protect yourself.” Technoblade scoffed as you began to play with his pink hair, hating the tense atmosphere. Tommy snarled at his brother and moved to punch him in the chest but Techno was quick to sidestep them, “nice one genius.” 

     “FUCK OFF!”

You let out a displeased whine and covered your ears at the volume Tommy shouted, 

      “Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur hissed “You’re way too loud and you’re upsetting her.”

     “WE WERE HAVING A LOVELY TIME UNTIL YOU FUCKERS RUINED IT!” 

     “Tom-Tom please shush,” You pressed a finger to your mouth in distress, mimicking a hushing movement. His face faltered, his voice lowering in volume as he apologized softly towards you. “Thank you,” a big smile spread across your lips, and all three brothers visibly relaxed.

     “Alright little one,” Wilbur spoke tenderly running a hand through your hair his heart-melting a little as you nuzzled against it. “Let’s get you home, it’s way past your bedtime.” You groaned in distaste falling against Techno’s shoulder with a soft thud, the man chuckled softly as all three brothers walked back home. 

It was about two months after that when your happy facade came crashing down around you, it had been a particularly rough day. Everyone seemed to be busy with one thing or another and you were left to your own devices and thoughts. They all came rushing back to you, the memories of the day your village got raided and your bio parents passed away. Wilbur was the first to notice something was wrong and had asked Phil to check up on you, so when Phil finally got around to ask what was wrong you burst into tears. That’s when they discovered you apparently remembered more of the incident than you let on. It broke their hearts to see you so upset over something you had no control over, but like everyone else in their family of misfits, you blamed yourself for simply surviving the tragedy. 

They had made sure to coddle you the rest of the day, Technoblade had made sure to make you your favorite food for dinner. Phil and Wilbur tried to keep you busy with music and potion brewing and Tommy played some discs to help you fall asleep. You did so smiling and his heart soared, point to Tommy for getting you to fall asleep with a smile. 

Your found family had gathered that night to discuss what they should do with you moving forward. Phil had declared they all do their best to keep you distracted the next few days, preferably in shifts if that was needed. Wilbur offered to spend the morning with you, he wanted to visit Niki and Sally and both of them loved you if anyone would cheer you up they would. Tommy offered the afternoon and he could bring Tubbo over and you all could play soldiers, Techno said he’d handle the nights with Phil. 

Everyone settled into bed to get a much-needed rest, out of all the brothers Technoblade was the lightest sleeper. So when he woke up in a cold sweat with you standing over his bed he almost shit himself. You had a glassy look in your (e/c) eyes, 

     “(Y/n)? What are you doing? Do you know how late it is?” Technoblade scolded reaching out to grab his glasses, you didn’t respond to him which made his nose scrunch up. “Did you have a nightmare?” His voice got quieter as he reached out to cup your cheek, still no response from you.“Kid?”He sat up as you turned away from him to wander back out the door, “what just happened?” He murmured scratching under his chin, he’d have to bring this up tomorrow. 

Wilbur was concerned and immediately wanted to seek a doctor, especially because you had no remembrance of the event. Phil ran a hand through his hair in thought, “could it be sleepwalking?” 

    “(Y/n)’s too cool to sleepwalk. What the fuck do you mean?” Tommy scoffed and you frowned eyebrows furrowing together. 

     “Well it makes sense, doesn’t it? She doesn’t remember walking around but it clearly happened. Hopefully, it was only a one-off occurrence and she’ll never do it again.”

      “Is it bad if I do?” You whispered shuffling on your feet suddenly self-conscious, “Tommy doesn’t seem to think it’s good.” They all glared at the teenager who winced and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Phil knelt down in front of you and cupped your cheeks with his hands, 

     “It’s not bad. We just have to take some extra precautions for you is all, it’s perfectly normal especially after the trauma you went through.” You bit your lip and nodded within his hands, “Tommy’s an idiot-”

      “Hey!-

      “That doesn’t make you any less of a person and it doesn’t make you any more abnormal either,” Phil assured as Techno began snickering behind him, he turned his head to shoot him a look.

     “What? It’s just funny assuring her she’s normal when no one in this house is normal.” Technoblade waved his hand, “we’re all a bunch of misfits- don’t give me that look you know it’s true. Half of us are hybrids and the other half are gremlins,” He motioned to Tommy again who made an indigent sound tired of being the butt of everyone’s teasing. “So she’s never gonna be normal, but she’s always gonna be one of us and we’ll kill anyone who even thinks about teasing her.” 

Phil smiled sheepishly sweat gathering on his brow, “Let’s not kill anyone Techno at least not now. Especially if they’re children.”

     “Now, now dad, Technoblade has a point.”

     “Wilbur.” Phil scolded as Tommy’s face lit up, 

     “Can I punch a child?” You burst into laughter at Phil’s horrified expression, 

     “No Tommy. No, you cannot!” 

     “It’s okay papa I give them explicit permission to beat anyone up who fucks with me!” You shouted and Tommy’s face once again lit up, he grabbed you out of Phil’s arms and held you close. 

     “You said Fuck! I’m so proud I’m teaching you so well!” He spun you around only causing you to laugh harder as the older members of your family glared at Tommy, “Now say it again!”

Wilbur plucked you from Tommy’s arms glaring at his brother, “No. No, she won’t say it again. That’s a bad word you can’t say it till you’re older.” A pout settled on your lips as you crossed your arms in frustration. 

     “But Tommy gets to say it all the time.” 

     “And he’s older.” Phil let out a chuckle at Wilbur’s response watching you slump forward with a loud groan of absolute torment. 

You didn’t sleepwalk again until a few months later, everyone had relatively assumed it was a one-off occurrence and their watchful eye was lifted. In the meantime Tommy had started to maybe sort of sneak out; he had his bag all packed and planned to meet Tubbo in the park. They both wanted to go monster hunting on their own, it wasn’t their first rodeo but it still wasn’t something he was supposed to do without his dad’s permission.

Tommy didn’t give a shit about permission though. 

Obviously. 

He grabbed his sword from its place in the living room, Tommy held it up with a wicked smile. It shone in the dim light and he could see the reflection of his face inside it, it must’ve been freshly polished. Tommy put his sword in its holster and turned around, immediately letting out a startled yelp slapping his hands over his mouth. You were standing behind him eyes glassy as you blinked blearily at him, 

     “(Y/n)?” Tommy whisper hissed glaring at you harshly, “What the fuck are you doing awake?” You didn’t respond, only walking past him reaching for a sword of your own, his eyes widened frantically and steered you away from the sharp weaponry. “Are you sleepwalking?” Tommy asked in mild concern before a smirk came across his face, “Guess I don’t have to worry about you snitching huh?” He slowly led you into Phil’s room opening the door and shoving you in before shutting the door. Tommy made quick work of grabbing everything else needed before heading out of the house to meet up with Tubbo. 

Phil woke up to you standing over him, looming, and it almost sent him into a heart attack. He knew immediately you were sleepwalking, “Oh honey…come ‘ere.” He pulled you into bed with him and watched your eyes drift close and snuggle up to him. At least you were safe with him, so long as you didn’t start unlocking doors and injuring yourself they could handle this. 

After telling the other brothers about the incident last night Wilbur was only growing more concerned about your sleep state. He offered to take you to the doctor but Phil brushed him off, saying that normally this thing sorts themself out on their own. Since he was feeling rather protective Wilbur slept in the living room the next few nights just to make sure you didn’t go wandering off. Plus, Phil seemed to not only approve of but also grateful for the idea; so long as the old man could get much-needed rest he didn’t seem to care. Another week flew by with no problems, and he decided to spend one last night in the living room just to triple-check you weren’t going to sleepwalk. 

He woke up to the sound of a hooting owl and soft banging against the wall, he tossed his hand over the back of the couch and he blinked blearily. Unlike his twin, he didn’t exactly have the razor-sharp reflexes that Technoblade was gifted with. Wilbur grabbed his glasses from the coffee table and shoved them on his face haphazardly. 

What was that noise? Did Tommy sneak out again? He turned towards the opened door and it took a few moments to process why the door was open. Wilbur scratched the top of his head in confusion before his eyes snapped open in blatant realization. He tossed the blankets off the couch and scrambled out the door. Bare footprints were made in the mud leading away from your house, tiny you sized footprints. 

Oh, he was so fucked. How long ago did you leave? Are you alright? It’s so cold and you weren’t wearing shoes.

Wilbur made sure to grab both of your jackets and shoved his feet in his boots before heading out the door. He saw his breath out in front of him and winced you must be so cold, hopefully, you weren’t dead if you were he was totally in big trouble. He followed your footprints until they stopped at the edge of the woods, he looked around frantically and anxiety prickled at his skin. If the trail went cold here there was no way he would be able to find you, what if you woke up in a completely different part of the SMP. Or worse yet what if someone kidnaps you and takes you away from them? 

He entered the woods calling out your name desperately even though you wouldn’t respond if you were still asleep. Wilbur adjusted his glasses noticing a soft trail of broken leaves, he decided it was his best bet to follow them. Eventually, he came to a bit of a clearing in the woods that led up to a large cliff, Wilbur’s heart sunk. He felt his breathing stop as he walked towards the edge of the cliff, slowly like he didn’t want to know if he thinks what happened to you, happened to you. At the very top of the cliff is when he saw it, the bracelet you always wore on your wrist it was made of gold and Technoblade had gifted it to you after an adventure he had with Phil. He pulled the jewelry close to his chest and let out a shaky breath, tears swelled in his eyes as he peeked over the edge of the cliff. The poor boy couldn’t even see the bottom, Phil would have to fly down and search it, he was going to throw up. 

     “Wilby…?” 

Oh god, he could still hear your sweet, little voice. 

     “What are you doing? Are you crying?”

Wait, that was your voice!

He whipped around to find you rubbing your tired eyes, your feet were bare and you were shivering. Wilbur tore through the bush and scooped you up in his arms, cuddling you close to him as he peppered kisses all over your face. “Ewww Wilby stop!” You said through giggles pushing his face away from your own, 

     “I’m so glad you’re alright. You were sleepwalking again, I thought…” His voice cracked a little as you tilted your head. You looked around his shoulder and eyed the cliff wearily, you nuzzled against his neck and squeezed him tightly. 

     “I’m sorry…” 

     “It’s not your fault.” He whispered against you, “let’s get you home though alright? Want to have a sleepover with me?”

     “Please. I’m scared I’ll wander off if I sleep alone again.” Wilbur nodded, running his fingers through your messy hair. For a girl your age, it was important to make sure you get a good night’s sleep. As he carried you back home you ended up falling back asleep in his arms, he had a lot of time to think. He couldn’t believe that a few years ago he had despised the girl in his arms, thought of you as just another stowaway Phil brought home. You had managed to melt his heart and worm your way into not just his brain but his other brother’s brains as well. You had brought so much joy and happiness into their lives. Before you entered their lives there was arguing every night. Tommy and Techno were always at each other’s throats, Wilbur wasn’t any better, to be honest, but then you were there and everything changed. They had to get along and watch their language around you, you weirdly brought them together. Made them better and he couldn’t imagine what their lives would be like without their little hope.

1182 notes • Posted 2021-03-27 01:12:18 GMT

#2

1,000 Follower Special

Members of the DreamSMP simping for you:

Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, Technoblade, Phil, Wilbur, and Fundy

~No minor members obviously~

Dream: 

• When the both of you started dating he knew he couldn’t let anyone know about you.
• The only two people who he trusted to know about you were George and Sapnap, solely because they knew who you were before the both of you dated.
• Dream met you during Wilbur’s revolt against the SMP, you were a member of one of the villages he frequented.
• Dream would constantly trade with your grandparents for ender pearls. They happened to sell the cheapest ones.
• One day instead of them you were standing in their place.
• The both of you clicked instantly, you laughed at his jokes, and were filled with a certain spark and fire, that had him hooked.
• It was safe to say he was addicted.
• He adored you, when the time came for him to cut off all the things he loved he couldn’t leave you behind.
• Therefore you were the only person he’d allowed himself to have when he had to get rid of all personal attachments. 
• To him you were a goddess who could do no wrong, he’d kill for you.
• If anyone hurt you all their lives would be gone in an instant. 
• He still remembered the first kiss the both of you shared, he had just gotten back from a rough battle. 
• Dream was practically bleeding out on your floor, you were screaming at him calling him an idiot. 
• You were fretting over him like a mother hen, he just felt so warm and cared for, he took off his mask to give you a crooked smile before falling into your arms. 
• He couldn’t help but think you looked gorgeous in your grey sweatpants, hair all messy, eyes glassy from sleep.
• Another string of curses fell from your mouth as he leaned forward and captured his lips with yours. 
• He felt fireworks pop against his lips and you for sure tasted the blood staining in his teeth. 
• He then promptly passed out in your arms.
• Dream woke up wrapped in your arms and on a cushy bed. 
• He knew you tended to his injuries he also knew when you woke up you’d beat his ass.
• At the moment, he felt nurtured and tended to, Dream buried his face in your chest and smiled to himself. 
• You were his good girl.

GeorgeNotFound:

• Waking up in the woods to a girl standing over him was certainly not how he envisioned the next stage of his life going. 
• She glared down at him and he hesitantly adjusted the glasses on his face, he greeted her meekly and she huffed. 
• She introduced herself to him and called him a pretty boy in such a condescending manner that it made his stomach wrap up in knots. 
• Oh no she was mean and hot. 
• You apparently lived very far from the SMP and had no idea how he got to where he was, maybe he slept walk or something. 
• You knelt beside him and grabbed his cheeks between your fingers eyeing him like you were trying to see into his soul.
• He passed whatever test you had because you helped him to his feet and offered up your home to him. 
• Having no other options he agreed to go with you.
• As months went by he realized you weren’t all that bad. You could cook, and let him sleep all he wanted. 
• (Mostly to try and get his energy back, but still)
• He learned you knew a lot about nature and loved animals probably more than anyone else he knew. 
• You really were soft under that tough exterior and George loved that it was him who could make you like that.
• As much as he enjoyed himself he couldn’t help but miss Sapnap and Dream.
• Were they even looking for him? Dream had to care at least…right?
• He felt guilty for being happy here, for being happy with you.
• It took another month for George to recognize his feelings for you and as soon as he did Sapnap and Dream found him. 
• They both seemed to like you after he clarified that, no you didn’t kidnap him. You were a kind soul who opened your home up to him.
• Dream and Sapnap looked at one other wit

Beauty and the Beast

<<Previous Part/Next Part>>

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

Cover art is done by: @abovenyx

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“Tonight is the night you confess your love.” Wilbur mused, holding Technoblade’s cheeks with his candlestick hands. Phil was behind him brushing out Technoblade’s long hair, detangling it from years of abuse. He growled at every pull and tangle, Phil would scoff, scolding him that he should’ve been keeping up with his hair and that he’s lucky you’ll even look at him with this much of a rat’s nest.

“Wil. I’m not sure I can do that.” He huffed as Wilbur shoved a toothbrush in his mouth,

“Your breath is disgusting. She probably could smell it for miles! Brush!”

“It’s not that bad.” He mumbled self consciously, as Wilbur scoffed,

“You must confess tonight!” Wilbur groaned and Technoblade whined softly,

“You care for (Y/n) Don’t you?” Phil asked braiding Technoblades hair down his back, Technoblade sighed a dreamy smile.

“More than anything.” No one doubted the earnestness in his voice,

“Then why not tell her?” Phil hummed, “Done.” He took a step back to admire his handiwork, “You look good old friend.”

“I can’t tell her…I just can’t.”

Wilbur scoffed taking Technoblade by the collar of his shirt, “You must! There will be beautiful music, romantic candlelight provided by myself. So I’ll be with you every step of the way! Then when the moment is right you tell her.”

“But how will I know!”

Both Wilbur and Phil looked at one another and sighed,

“You’ll feel slightly nauseous.” Wilbur mused and Phil hit him over the head,

“You’re gonna scare him. You’ll know because you’ll feel it in here.” Phil pointed to his heart, “Speak from there. Your highness, I know you don’t want to hear this…but the rose is wilting. It has so little time left. You must.”

“Guys I can’t. She could say no or worse laugh or-”

“Look at yourself.” Wilbur urged holding up a mirror, Techno looked away but Wilbur turned his head to look. Techno stilled not wanting to face his own horrible reflection, but Wilbur continued to urge him to do so. Finally, he looked at his reflection and was startled by what he saw, he saw someone handsome. Even with the beastly features souring his reflection his hair was braided nicely down his back, loose strands fell in his face that framed it nicely. Gold littered his fingers, ears, and his neck his dress shirt was pressed nicely with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was snug but not enough to tear if he moved at an odd angle. “See? If she says no she’s a fool.”

“Your highness!” Sally called knocking lightly on the door, “She’s ready.”

Technoblade took a deep breath in and stood up from his stool, “As am I Sally.”

“You look handsome sire,”

“Thank you.” He smiled genuinely at the woman who looked excitedly over at Wilbur,

“Remember I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

Technoblade nodded and stepped into the wild unknown, he greeted you at the top of the steps and was at a loss for words. You were beautiful, stunning even, his tongue felt heavy and his mind reeled trying to find the appropriate compliment to express himself. Hair framed your face perfectly, Niki and Sally did a wonderful job for you, the dress was golden and hugged you in all the proper places. It pooled out by your hips and trailed along the floor making you look like the Princess his young self wished he could have, the princess who would swoop in and break his curse. His tail began to wag behind him at a rapid pace as you grew close, he hissed for it to stop, like it had a mind of its own. Finally, you stood before him, you took the dress in your palms and bowed, “You look handsome your highness.”

Heat flared everywhere in his body, tail only wagging harder as he swallowed, he tried not to stare down your dress but it was hard not to.

Boobs.

He coughed as you stood back up holding out his arm, “And you look stunning Princess.” His heart soared as you giggled as if to say you weren’t a Princess. “For tonight you’re royalty and I’ll treat you as such.”

“Tech…” You flushed taking his arm within your hand, “You’re a tease.” He shook his head fondly leading you to the dinner table, as he did previously he held out the chair for you to sit down in. Wilbur sat in the center of the table and winked at Techno as he passed by as if that was a cue beautiful orchestral music filled the air. They chatted as the food was delivered, Technoblade got her to laugh many times, swelling his heart further with love and anyone who looked could notice their young Price had fallen for the village woman in front of him. “Then Tommy…” You said between giggles, meal long since over, Technoblade chuckled fondly listening to your story, “Set Sapnap’s pants on fire! It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Dream was so mad!” Your lips twitched into a frown at the mention of the man’s name and Technoblade noticed. He didn’t comment but a flash of anger stirred in his heart, if this man hurt you he’d tear them limb from limb, but that was not a conversation for now. The music seemed to kick up in tempo as a new song started and you stood. “Dance with me?” You asked through fluttering lashes, cheeks stained a lovely pink as you held out his hand.

“Oh…I don’t-”

“Dance with her.” Hissed Wilbur from the table and Technoblade stood up,

“Okay,” He whispered, reaching out to take your outstretched hand, it was so small on its own. He squeezed it lightly, he could cover your entire hand with his paw he pulled you flush against him and you smiled brightly. He felt his cheeks burn as he pulled you onto the dance floor, he was desperately trying to remember his dance lessons from when he was a kid not wanting to make a fool of himself. He bent down slightly so your hand could rest on his shoulder and it snapped him out of his stupor.

“Hey,”You whispered, “Get out of your own head and just dance with me big guy.”

Techno’s heart and mind melted at your words as the two of you danced the night away, his hand placed on your waist and he squeezed it adoringly. You smiled, flushing a little under his stern gaze, he spun you around elegantly, your dress poofing out from the wind. You laughed as once more the music swelled and he picked you up by the waist, spinning you in the air. You were so high up you felt like you could touch the lights of the dance hall, meanwhile, all Technoblade was focused on was your delight and happiness instead of his own. As the music ended he dipped you and all he could focus on was your lips, how they would taste, and how they would fall against his own, or look wrapped around- He shook his head mentally whining at his unabashed thoughts. Don’t ruin the moment, he jolted, feeling your hands brush lightly against his fur and an adoring smile on your face. “Shall we cooldown on the balcony?”

“Yeah.” He breathed, a little breathless as he stood you back up, he knew it was time. It was now or never and you would look so beautiful in the moonlight. He followed behind you like a puppy trailing behind his owner, tail swinging behind him. He heard Wilbur hop off the table most likely to follow and he shook his head over his shoulder. As if to tell him ‘I got this,’

Wilbur smiled proudly and nodded himself allowing Technoblade to do his thing.

“Thank you for asking me to dinner,” Teachnoblade said carefully standing beside you, you looked off into the forest and the stars but you were the prettiest sight there by far.

“Dinner was wonderful. Thank you for accompanying me.” You turned to face him your eyes shimmering in delight, he melted at the tenderness of your voice his paws wringing nervously in front of him.

“(Y/n)…I…are you happy here?”

“Oh yes! Everyone has grown dear to me, they’re so kind. Wilbur, Phil, even Ranboo and Tubbo too!” You spoke joyously,

“With me?”

“Oh.”You blinked a few times, apples of your cheeks lighting up a scarlet red, “Yes of course.” You spoke honestly, but your throat felt tight. Your mind couldn’t help but drift back to Tommy who was alone in the village.

“Then I must speak from the heart…” Technoblade started but noticed your melancholy look and hesitated, “Are you alright?”

“I was just thinking about Tommy. I miss him so much,” You paused, steading a shaky breath, and Technoblade’s heart ached for you. “I just wish I could see him again is all…I’m sorry if I sound ungrateful-”

“No, you don’t. I-” He stood up and pulled out his enchanted mirror, his hands shook with nerves. “It’s another gift I was waiting to give to you, but I don’t think there’s a better time than now. Just tell it you want to see your brother.”

You took the mirror from his hands and pressed it close to your chest, eyes shimmering with tears, “Thank you Techno. Thank you so much.” You held the mirror out in front of you and Technoblade looked over your shoulder, “Show me, my brother, please.” The mirror swirled and your brother was shown to you, he was face down in the show in the middle of the woods. Blood stained the ground below him and you let out a frantic cry, Technoblade tensed. “No..no, please. Tommy!” You screamed into the mirror and Technoblade’s throat ran complete and utterly dry.

“Go to him.”

“What?” Your voice quivered turning to face the man you’ve come to call a friend. “But what about…”

“You’re not my prisoner anymore.” He swallowed hands clenching at his sides, his heart ached painfully screaming at him not to let you go. “You haven’t been for a long time. Take the mirror with you so you can look back and think of me.” He took your delicate hand within his own, squeezing it tight like a lifeline.

“I could never forget you.” The way you spoke so earnestly made him want to sob,

“(Y/n) I-” The words I love you made his tongue feel heavy, “Go, go.” He thought better of it, it would make it harder for the both of them. You looked sad briefly and he wondered why, but you gathered up your dress and rushed to the main entrance. “Fuck. I’ll never see her again…” He choked both Phil and Wilbur burst into the balcony, panic clear on both their features. “I let her go.”

“YouWHAT.” Wilbur practically shrieked,

“I had too…” He mumbled and Phil put a hand on his son’s shoulder, or what he assumed to be.

“After all this time, you finally learned to love Technoblade.” He laughed it was wet, eyes showing nothing but pain,

“Then that’s enough! It should break the spell, right? Right?” Wilbur looked between the two men eyes pleading and desperate, “Sally and I can finally go find our son?” Technoblde hadn’t thought about Fundy in years, the baby was the only one spared by the witch’s curse.

“I’m afraid not Wilbur, it’s not enough. She must love him in return.”

Technoblade didn’t respond to them, staring at the night sky and the grounds of the castle, both men hopped back into the castle ready to share the bad news with everyone. The situation was unfortunate but Technoblade did the right thing, so why did he feel so horrible about letting her go.

“I was the one who had it all, I was the master of my fate. I never needed anybody in my life I learned the truth too late.” He swallowed claws digging into the marble of the balcony, “I’ll never shake away the pain. I close my eyes but she’s still there, I let her steal into my melancholy heart, It’s more than I can bear.” Technoblade’s voice quivered as steam curled around his nose, “now I know she’ll never leave me, even as she runs away!” He cried watching run through the garden and into the forest, out of your gorgeous dress and back into the clothes you had when he first met you. If only he’d done things differently then, maybe he’d still have you, “She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me, move me, come what may. Wasting in my lonely tower. Waiting by an open door! I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in and be with me forevermore.” He laughed hysterically at the world he thought he could have for himself, a world where you’d come back to him arms open wide. A smile on your face declaring your undying love for him, a world where he was human again and he could marry you. Wilbur and Sally would find Fundy and be a family again. Tommy and you would live forever in his castle, you’ll find him handsome and you’d rule together. Keeping one another forever in check until a little girl with your eyes and his hair was born, then a son. A new heir to the throne, so he could be a better father than his own ever was. He choked, throwing his head into the sky, “I rage against the trials of love. I curse the fading of the light. Though she’s already flown so far beyond my reach she’s never out of sight! Now I know she’ll never leave me, even as she fades from view. She will still inspire me. Be a part of everything I do, wasting in my lonely tower, waiting by an open door…I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in.” He was lost again in the fleeting thought that tomorrow you’d be there, “And as the long, long nights begin, I’ll think of all that might have been…waiting here forevermore!”

~~~

Tommy flinched feeling warm water sprinkle against his forehead, he groaned his voice sore and hoarse.

“Shhhh.”You tutted, and his blue eyes opened almost hysterically “You’re home now rest.”

“I- you’re alright.” His voice is tight trying to keep his tough-guy exterior in front of you, his big sister. His big sister who had gotten trapped with a monster because he was a selfish idiot who cared more about his inventions than anyone else. He didn’t care that his shoulder ached with pain, he choked back a sob throwing his arms around you, you hugged him right back. You pretended not to notice how wet your shoulder was getting as you held Tommy close to your chest. “How did you escape?” He croaked, not pulling away from you even to speak, afraid he’d lose you again and he’d be alone.

“I didn’t escape. He let me go.”

“He let you go?” Now Tommy pulled away staring into your eyes, his eyes were red and puffy as he looked disbelievingly at you. “That fucking terrifying monster? He let you go?”

“He’s not terrible! And he’s not a monster,” You scolded and Tommy’s nose scrunched up, “I was so frightened in the beginning, frightened for you and frightened for myself; I thought it was the end of everything. But something changed within me…within us.”

“Yeah Stockholm syndrome.”

“Tommy!”

“What? It’s clear that’s what’s happening here.”

“You can’t develop that quickly!”

“You’ve always been unique. OW!” You dug your finger into his wounded shoulder and he cried out in pain, “Asshole!”

“Don’t be a bitch then!” You snapped back before stilling “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

A knock on your door broke the moment and you tensed, standing up and making your way to the door you opened with just a crack. “Dream,” You hissed, “And guests?” It seemed like the entire town was gathered outside, even the little redheaded homeless boy was beside them all.

“Good evening (Y/n).” He pushed past you into the room, “Sap, George come in as well! There’s plenty of room inside.”

“Hey! I didn’t invite you!”

“I didn’t ask.” Dream hummed taking you by the waist, his small hand felt wrong there and radiated only coldness instead of the warmth you were used to with Technoblade. “We’ve come to collect your brother.”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Don’t worry we’ll take good care of him.”

“My brother’s not crazy!” You argued as Sapnap stepped inside and grabbed Tommy harshly, “He’s hurt! Please be careful!”

“Let go of my you bitch!” He shrieked wiggling in his hold,

“He’s a raving lunatic, we all heard him! Didn’t we?” He looked out into the mob who all cheered in agreement.

“You can’t just do this!”

George laughed walking up to Tommy’s other side wiggling his fingers, “Tell us kid just how big was this monster!”

“Taller than you’ll ever wish to be Gogy!” He spat at him and George snarled in disgust,

“He’s crazier than we all thought, aye Dream?”

“But it’s true!” Tommy whined desperately, “Let go of me! (Y/n)!”

“Poor (Y/n). It’s such a shame about your brother. We can only hope it’s not genetic!”

“Dream you know my brother! You know he’s not crazy!” You desperately pleaded and he tutted like you were a child.

“I may be able to clear up this misunderstanding if you marry me.”

“What?!”You snarled, “all this for that!”

“One word is all it takes, love.”

“Never!” You spat and he growled his grip on your waist tightening, as he pulled you into a messy kiss. You whined breaking free from his hold, a loud SMACK reverberated through the house as you hit the man. Dream snarled,

“Fine, have it your way. Take the boy!” Sapnap pulled him out of the house as you desperately tried to find something to save your brother.

“(Y/n)!”

“Wait! I can prove he’s not crazy!” You pulled out the magic mirror, “Show me Technoblade!” The mirror shifted to reveal the image of your beast curled up next to the ever-wilting rose, red eyes glassy and sad. The crowd gasped behind you and Sapnap dropped Tommy onto the snow,

“Is he dangerous?” A woman called holding her baby close to her chest, she was frightened and as you gazed upon the crowd you saw they all were frightened.

“Oh no!” You cried laughing fondly, “He’d never hurt a soul! He may look scary but he’s really kind and gentle. He’s my…friend.” You spoke breathlessly, eyes pleading the people to believe you,

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you have feelings for that monster.” Dream snarled and you snarled right back at the man,

“You’re the only monster here, Dream.”

“She’s as crazy as her brother!” He declared, facing the townspeople, “She says she’s the monster’s friend, well I’ve hunted wild beasts and I’ve seen what they do to people like us! He’ll make off with your children, stalk them in the dead of night!”

“No! He’d never do that!”

“I say forget the boy and his insane sister and instead we kill this beast!” The crowd erupted into cheers as you desperately looked at your brother, he looked just as upset as you did. You felt George’s hands on your shoulders as he threw you and your brother into the basement and locked it up tight.

“No!”You sobbed slamming against the cellar door in desperation, Tommy watched heartbreak clear in his eyes. “No please…don’t hurt him.”

“(Y/n)…” Tommy murmured, “I’ll be okay.”

“How?!”You shrieked at him, “Technoblade is going to die and it’s my fault!”

“Techno’s gonna die?” You and Tommy both shrieked as Tubbo popped his head out of your satchel,

“Tubbo!” You cooed holding him up in your hands, “how did you get here! Why?”

“Cause you’re nice and I needed to make sure you came back to break the curse!” Tubbo declared, “I’m gonna save everyone!”

“Oh, Tubbo.” Your shoulders slumped,

“Who’s the talking teacup?”

“I’m Tubbo and you are?” He challenged,

“Her brother asshat!”

“Tommy!”

Tubbo only laughed, hopping in your palm, “Let’s get the two of you out of here!” You looked relieved and Tommy followed behind the hopping teacup,

“Oi! Why’re you fiddling with my shit!” Tommy argued as Tubbo poked and prodded at his invention, the Elytra, “I’m talking to you cup!”

“I said I’m getting you out of here duh! Now stand back!” Tubbo pulled a cord on the invention and it roared to life charging headfirst into the cellar door breaking it to pieces. You all laughed in relief as Tubbo hopped back on Tommy’s shoulder. “Let’s go save Technoblade!”

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The Warren

(O!smp Technoblade x reader)

Short lil blurb for fun

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Technoblade’s arms were crossed sternly, his rabbit foot thumping on the ground in frustration. He was staring out over his carrot warren waiting for a familiar figure to come up over the hills, Technoblade’s fiancé, a rare breed these days. She was all human, no particular origin, taller than Technoblade could ever be with his barely five-nothing self. Technoblade was never one to believe in love at first sight but when he saw her handing out carrots to rabbit hybrids in need he was smitten immediately. It was her who had spoken to him first, he was working on the other end of the community hall and he had watched her for hours. He tried to sneak another look but she was gone, ears fell against his head before he jumped feeling a tap on his shoulder. She introduced herself and his heart fluttered anxiously against his chest, they both were smitten.

That’s when he spotted her climbing over the hills, a basket of carrot cakes in hand and flowers, he couldn’t stop himself from launching into the air. Paws landing on the ground right in front of her, she didn’t flinch, used to his surprise landings by now. The turned-up dirt settled and that’s when you smile,

“Bunny!” You cooed throwing your arms open wide, Technoblade immediately nuzzled himself into your chest. His little pink, puffball of a tail wagging furiously behind him, ears and nose twitching in delight.

“Did you have a safe trip back carrot cake?” He cooed right back tilting his head while looking up at you, you nodded pleasantly hand rubbing between his ears. Technoblade’s pupils blew wide, foot thumping on the ground much like Thumper from Bambi. “I missed this.~” You giggled, you missed your bunny blade just as much.

“I missed you too, but before I give you your gifts you know the rules.”

Technoblade’s ears flattened and he grumbled, the man help out his paws and spread them wide showing off his hand beans. You squealed and he flushed as he did every time and you gently squeezed the beans. However, he couldn’t deny how much he loved you dotting over him it always made him feel loved and cared for. Plus after the childish cooing, he would be granted his gifts and hopefully a kiss, “Alright, alright enough show me the goods.”

“Techno!” You laughed, “Not in the middle of the warren you sly dog.” He glared at you jumping up to knock his forehead against your own, “ow!”

“Not what I meant and you know it. Gimmie the food,” He huffed impatiently, you handed him the basket and he flipped open the lid. He was correct, there were a plethora of carrot cakes most likely from your mother, some flowers you picked, and also some bread and meats for yourself. “God I love you so much,” He picked up the cakes and began to shovel it in his mouth,

“Hey! Save some for me!” You scolded and he smirked, “Don’t you dare! My mom made them for both of us!” Technoblade launched himself into the air, taking him halfway across the Warren. “BUNNY!”

Technoblade snickered holding the cakes to his chest as he stood by the entrance of the Warren, tail wiggling happily. It’d take you twenty minutes to get to where he is at least-

“Hello, Technoblade what’re you doing today?” Startled Technoblade jumped, his hand immediately going to the dagger that was attached to his leg.

“You can’t sneak up on me like that Wilbur!” He hissed stomping his foot, “I could’ve killed you!”

“Yeah but you didn’t, who’s that?” Wilbur leaned over his shoulder, starting at his fiancè climbing and stumbling over the warren’s plants. He paled, his aquatints didn’t exactly know he was engaged to anyone let alone a human. If the Crow Father found out he didn’t want to know what types of things he’d do to you. Technoblade snapped his elbow back hitting the Phantom straight in the face before he could disappear,

“Ow! What’s that for!”

“Instinct.” He blurted not wanting him, or Phil to know he did that intentionally, “My bad had a twitch.”

“You’re bad! You asshole I-”

“Bunny! I’m gonna kill you!” You shrieked over the hill,

“Bunny? She calls you Bunny?” A grin formed over his face suddenly forgetting about all his pain. “You don’t let anyone call you Bunny, is she important to you?”

“Stop carrot cake isn’t-we aren’t-”

“CARROT CAKE!?” Wilbur howled floating into the air clutching his stomach as he laughed, “You all her carrot cake you freak! After something, you like to eat? Seriously? What’s her origin then hm?”

“None of your business. Get out of my Warren.”

“Not until I meet the women who calls you Bunny~” He cooed, batting his lashes, “Tommy and Charlie are gonna love this.” Technoblade never wanted to choke a man out more in his entire life, and just as he was contemplating the Phantom’s murder you came up over the hills. You were panting, hair stuck to your face and forehead, you never looked so perfect to Technoblade.

“You’re a deadman- oh hello.” You stood up straight smoothing out your clothes, suddenly hyperaware of another hybrid present in your home. Technoblade nibbled on his bottom lip, stepping in front of you, and although he didn’t cover you he still felt like he was protecting you. “I’m (Y/n), Techno’s fiancè.” Wilbur’s jaw dropped looking between both people eagerly, his bone-like tail flailing in the wind he reached out his hand and took your own.

“Wilbur Soot my lady!” He chirped eyeing you up and down, “I’m a Phantom! Mind if I ask your origin?”

“Um…” You glanced down at your bunny lover, he had always told you to be very wary of who you told you were a human. Origins didn’t take too kindly to outsiders in their territories especially those as unknown and unpredictable as humans. Technoblade licked his lips before he hesitantly nodded, “I’m just human.” You began to fiddle with the loose wires of your basket, Wilbur’s excitement never faltered not even with the tense atmosphere.

“Human!” Wilbur exclaimed gleefully, “You must meet Crow Father then!”

“No, she’s not…I want her protected in my Warren. She’s under my care here not Crow Fathers. Especially because I don’t know if I trust him, trust needs to be earned and exchanged.”

“But-”

“She’s not going with you.”

The phantom hybrid frowned as you gently grabbed Technoblade’s shoulders squeezing them tightly. It caused the rabbit hybrid to huff, at the Phantom stomping his foot in response to Wilbur’s reactions. “I have to tell him Technoblade, it’s the law. She’s a full-fledged human, they haven’t been seen in these parts in decades. If I don’t it’s practically treason.”

“Fine. But tell him anywhere she goes I go,” Technoblade stated as Wilbur nodded lightly,

“Deal. I’m sorry we met like this Miss.”

“If you think for one minute you’re taking me away from my home you’re going to be sorely mistaken.” You growled lowly, and he blinked in surprise, clearing his throat anxiously.

“I see why you like her Blade. Enjoy the rest of your evening, both of you.” He bowed flying away from the carrot Warren, you slumped against Technoblade’s shoulders.

“We’re fucked Bun…”

“Honestly Yeah…and I dropped all my carrot cakes…”

“Our carrot cakes!” You huffed, “ass…” You trailed off and Technoblade realized it was no time for joking, he turned around reaching up to cup your cheeks between your paws.

“You know I’ll protect you through everything and anything right?” He spoke tenderly, “You have me, so just rely on me.” He hopped up and pressed a kiss to your lips, you flushed and smiled down at your lover. You moved your hand and began to scratch in between his ears, he sighed pleasantly ears falling back so you could get a better angel to scratch them.

“I know you will. I love you Bunny.”

“I love you too (Y/n),” Technoblade murmured, he saw a murder of crows sitting on some of the scarecrows out in the field. They were eyeing the couple, examining their every move and Technoblade knew they would report everything to Phil. He just hoped the Crow Father would see his side of things, and not be cruel to his precious little human.

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.” 

—

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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Phantom Of The Opera: Chapter 2

(Techno x Reader x Wilbur)

Dream snickered holding a noose around his neck, all the ballet girls began to scream and squeal in fear. The smile on his face was teasing and mischievous, “You know I know the Phantom personally.”

“Bullshit,” Tommy grunted sitting on what was normally considered your bed, Ranboo sat beside him nodding his head in agreement. 

 “No one asked you, Tommy!” One of the young girls scoffed sticking her tongue out at him, “Go on Dream tell us more about the Phantom!” She gushed young eyes twinkling in delight. 

“His skin is a pale yellow, like parchment paper. There’s a great black hole where his nose should be, and he has monstrous tusks that he uses to tear people’s flesh from their bones.” He made his hands into claws swiping them at the girls who squealed in response. “Remember girls, you must always be on your guard less he snatches you with his magic lasso!” He explained tugging the nose around his neck, “you must always keep your hand above the level of your eyes.” He urged inserting his hand between his neck and his noose, he grunted as Phil entered the room and whacked him with his cane. 

“Those who speak of what they know find, too late, that prudent silence is wise. Dream, hold your tongue he will burn you with the heat of his eyes…” He grunted, “Lights out.”

Quackity sat in disbelief his eyes scanning over the newspaper that sat in his lap, hair falling over his eyes. Schlatt was on the otherside of the room with a cigarette between his teeth listening to Quackity read the paper. “Mystery after gala night, it says, Mystery of soprano’s flight! Mystified baffled Surete say, we are mystified - we suspect foul play!” Quackity growled in disbelief crumpling the paper between his hands. “I guess it’s bad news on our soprano scene, first George and now (Y/n)!” He laughed in disbelief as Schlatt moved to pour him a shot of Whiskey, “what a way to run a business! Spare me these unending trials! Half your cast disappears, but the crowd still cheers! Opera! To hell with Gluck and Handel - It’s a scandal that’ll pack ‘em in the aisles!” Schlatt growled stopping out the cigarette on the ground of the room shouting, 

“Damnable. They’re all gonna walk out this is fucking ridiculous!” 

Quackity flinched, “Schlatt come on man don’t shout. Think like this It’s publicity and the take is vast! Free publicity!”

“But we have no cast!” 

“But Schlatt, have you seen the news?” He fumbled with the papers on his desk pulling out another old envelope, with a wax seal of a boar on the front. Quackity turned back to Schlatt who was also holding a letter of his own. “Oh, it seems you’ve got one too…” Quackity looked over to Schlatt who tore it open and with a grunt, he began to read his letter.

"Dear Schlatt what a charming gala! (Y/n) enjoyed great success! We were hardly bereft when George left - otherwise, the chorus was entrancing, but the dancing was a lamentable mess!” Schlatt’s letter was clenched tight in his fist, he looked at Quackity to begin to read his,

“Dear Quackity, just a brief reminder: my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the ghost, by the return of post. No one likes a debtor, so it’s better if my orders are obeyed!” Quackity was flabbergasted, and Schaltt roared 

“Who the fuck would have the gall to send this? Someone with a monkey brain! These are both signed O.G! Who the hell is he?” Both men look at one another and simultaneously shouted, “Opera ghost!”

“It’s not amusing!” Quackity grunted, 

Schlatt continued his shouting tirade, “He’s abusing our position! In addition, he wants money! He’s a funny sort of specter,” He snorted “to expect a large retainer! He is quite fucking insane!” The door of their office suddenly slammed open and Wilbur burst into the room. 

“Where is she?

“Do you mean George?” Schlatt grunted, and Wilbur made a disgusted face, 

“No! I mean Miss Daae, where is she?”

Quackity scoffed crossing his arms over his chest, “Well, how should we know?” He flinched as Wilbur slammed his hands on their desk, 

“I want an answer! I take it that you sent me this note?”

“Of course not!” Schlatt snapped harshly, 

“She’s not with you, then?”

“Of course not!” Quackity argued, “we’re just as in the dark as you are! What do you think we’ve written huh?” Wilbur fished the letter out of his pocket and handed it to Quackity who pulled the note out, “Do not fear for Miss Daae. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again.” He exclaimed completely baffled, “they sound like a scorned lover of Miss Daae.” 

“Where is he?” George shouted bursting down the door to his office and Schlatt pinched the bridge of his nose, 

“Ah, welcome back!”

“Your patron-where is he?”

“What is it now?” Wilbur groaned, 

“I have your letter - a letter which I rather resent!” He snapped shoving the letter in his face, Wilbur took it from his hands “I did not send this!”

“You didn’t send it?” George’s voice grew soft and confused, 

“Of course not!”

“You dare to tell me, that this is not the letter you sent?!”

“Do you think this sounds like me?” Wilbur scoffed reading the letter aloud for the room, “Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered. (Y/n) Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for great misfortune, should you attempt to take her place.”

Schlatt scoffed ripping the letter from Wilbur’s hands and then tearing it to pieces, “Far too many notes for my taste and most of them about (Y/n)! All we’ve heard since we came is Miss Daae’s name…Hey! This office is starting to feel cramped!” Schlatt snapped as Phil came to the doorway,

“Miss Daae has returned.” Phil frowned eyebrow twitching at Schlatt’s tone and attitude, “I thought it best that she went to bed.”

“She needed rest,” Tommy said popping up from beside Phil, Wilbur’s voice wavered in concern,

“May I see her?”

“No, sir, she will see no one.”

George only scoffed at the pleasantries, “Will she sing?”

“Here, I have a note,” Phil sighed opening the letter and clearing his throat “Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature, detailing how my theatre is to be run. You have not followed my instructions. I shall give you one last chance…(Y/n) Daae has returned to you, and I am anxious about how her career should progress. In the new production of "Il Muto”, you will therefore cast George as the Pageboy, and put Miss Daae in the role of Countess. The role which Miss Daae plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the Pageboy is silent - which makes my casting, in a word ideal. I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which will be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur. I remain, Gentlemen, Your obedient servant, O.G.“

Immediately after reading George shrieked right by Phil’s ear, “(Y/n)! It’s all a ploy to help (Y/n)! I know who sent this: The Vicomte - her lover!” She pointed harshly at Wilbur who sputtered his rejection of the idea, he turned to the other gentleman, 

“Can you believe this?”

“Señor!” Quackity sputtered, “This is a joke! This changes nothing!” Schlatt gently reached out to grab George’s shoulders and squeezed them tenderly, 

“You are our star! And always will be! This ghost is a mad man! We don’t take orders from him.” He snapped with certainty in his tone, Quackity nodded in agreement, 

“Miss Daae will be playing the Pageboy - the silent role! George will be playing the lead!” Phil was fuming but both men were ignoring him, 

“You cannot be serious mate! The only thing you’ll do is encourage the Phantom’s wrath!” All the men except Wilbur pushed Phil out and slammed the door in his face, he was seething, Tommy looked over at his dad, 

“This isn’t going to end well.” 

“No Tommy, it will not. Go wake (Y/n) and tell her of the role.” 

“Alright, but if she cries I’m sending her to you,” Tommy mumbled making his way back down the hall towards your room. 

—

As the overture of the play began to take place Wilbur turned to Schlatt and Quackity, his lips were pressed into a thin line. “I will be sitting in Box Five tonight.” The other two men briefly glanced at one another, Quackity swallowed almost nervously, 

“Do you think that’s wise, man?”

“My dear Quackity, there would appear to be no seats available, other than Box Five…” Schlatt scoffed swirling around a glass of brandy in his hand. 

All three of them nodded to one another before disappearing into their respective seats, Wilbur was on edge as the curtains rose on the performance. Everything seemed to be going as normal, well normal as it could go. Wilbur couldn’t help but grimace at George’s performance, clearly hogging the spotlight from you. Although he had to admit you looked as cute as a button in your page boy uniform. He smiled finally finding himself being able to relax and enjoy the performance, that is however until he felt a chill run down his spine. He sat forward once more as the lights on the stage flickered and sparked. The audience covered their eyes and began to shout, Wilbur almost bit through his tongue as what could only be described as a ghost-like voice boomed over the audience. 

“Did I not instruct box five to be kept empty for my enjoyment?”

Wilbur’s head whipped towards the stage and you felt Tommy grab your arm. 

“He’s here the Phantom of the Opera.” A look of pain crossed over your face hearing how fearful Tommy’s voice was. You took his hand within your own, 

“It’s alright he’s not going to hurt anyone.” You smiled fondly at the boy trying to reassure him but Tommy didn’t look convinced. George spun around hitting you with his fan, 

“Your role is silent, toad!” 

A booming laugh filled the theater undoubtedly Techno’s, “a toad? I think you’ll find it’s you who are the toad.” 

“You’re detestable!” He spat, “conductor continue the music!” He commanded and the conductor did so with unease, George cleared his throat and continued with his lines. Although anyone with eyes could tell the audience wasn’t fully engaged. George opened his mouth to let out a belt and his voice cracked, he flushed clearing his throat before trying once more. His voice only croaked again, he sounded like a frog and your eyes moved up to the chandelier, 

“Oh Techno, what have you done…” You whispered to yourself as George let out a panicked, broken sob. The audience gasped as the chandelier began to flicker on and off, Techno’s laugh carried over the crowd once more. 

“Behold! His is singing to bring down the chandelier!” 

George let out another broken sob as he ran off the stage embarrassed beyond belief. The managers stepped forward in their box and Quackity cleared his throat, 

“Ladies and gentlemen, the performance will continue in ten minutes…” He continued looking at box five, “when the role of the Countess will be sung by Miss (Y/n) Daae.” 

Schlatt looked around and locked eyes with Phil from the side of the stage, “In the meantime, ladies and gentlemen, we shall be giving you the ballet from Act Three of tonight’s opera. Maestro - the ballet - now!” He commanded and once more the music began to swell. Tommy and the other ballet dancers entered the stage as their music began to play, Tommy’s eyes could help but scan the wings of the stage. A large shadow passed overhead in the rafters causing him to dance out of step, over the stage there was a gigantic, oppressive, shadow and with a crack like thunder, the body of Dream crashed onto the stage a noose hanging tight around his neck. 

Pandemonium strikes. 

“Wilbur! Wilbur!” Your broken cries filled the area and from somewhere in the wings he ran out to you embracing you in his arms. “He lied to me, I could’ve never imagined him hurting anyone. Especially not so recklessly!” you rambled and Wilbur shushed you softly. 

“Songbird, come with me…” He demanded taking your hand with his own,

“The roof. We’ll be safe there.” You assured dragging him alongside you up to the roof. The stars twinkled overhead as the old friends burst onto the roof, and the cold air nipped the bare skin of your shoulders heart-pounding viciously in your chest. Wilbur took your arm holding it tightly, 

“Why have you brought us up here?” 

“Don’t take me back there I can’t stand it.” You choked, 

“We must return my dear.” 

“We can’t! We can’t return! He lied to me I don’t know what he’d do-”

“Shh, shh be still now.” Wilbur wrapped you in his arms holding you close to his chest, “don’t think about it.”

“And if he has to kill a thousand men?” You argued back, “The Phantom of the Opera will kill-”

“This phantom is a fable.” Wilbur assured trying to bring you back to reality “there is no Phantom of the Opera. He is only a man, a sick and twisted man.”

“Don’t say that. Don’t call him sick and twisted-”

“(Y/n) he killed Dream!” 

“I-” Your lips pressed into a thin line, “Wilbur I’ve been there to his world of unending night…To a world where the daylight dissolves into darkness. I’ve seen him! Can I ever forget that? Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted yet so beautiful in its own way, so kind to me he touched my very heart and soul. His voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. That night there was music in my mind and through music, my soul began to soar!” Wilbur couldn’t help but scoff a fire like jealousy burned through his veins, 

“What you heard was a dream.” 

“But in his eyes all the sadness of the world…Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore me.” 

“(Y/n)…”

There was another call of her name, but it wasn’t from Wilbur, it was a gruff distinct baritone that you had come to recognize by pitch alone. 

“What was that?” You squeaked taking Wilbur’s hand as you met his eyes, suddenly the mood around the both of you seemed to shift dramatically. The moonlight seemed to highlight Wilbur’s features beautifully, and for the first time, you found yourself thinking your childhood friend looked breathtakingly handsome. Wilbur swallowed thickly and brought his hand up to your cheek caressing it softly with his thumb. He took a shaky breath and rested his forehead against your own, 

“No more talk of darkness, Forget these wide-eyed fears. I’m here, nothing can harm you - my words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry -your tears. I’m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.” You leaned your cheek against his hand pressing a tender kiss to the palm, before murmuring a soft,

“Say you love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime…Say you need me with you, now and always…promise me that all you say is true - that’s all I ask of you.” Wilbur smiled in adoration kissing your forehead affectionately,

“Let me be your shelter, let me be your light. You’re safe: No one will find you, your fears are far behind you.” 

“All I want is freedom, a world with no more night, and you always beside me to hold me and to hide me.” Wilbur interrupted you with a tender kiss, his lips tasted like nutmeg and cinnamon and your heart pounded against your ribcage. “Say you love me…”

“You know I do.” Wilbur breathed, 

“Love me - that’s all I ask of you.” This time it was you who laid your lips upon Wilburs’, his hand moved from your cheeks to the back of your head gently tugging at your hair drawing the kiss deeper. You broke the kiss with a soft pant, “I must go - they’ll wonder where I am-” You laughed breathlessly as Wilbur kissed you again reluctant to let you go so easily, 

“And?” 

“Wil.” You giggled, pulling away again, "wait for me?”

“Songbird, I love you!”

“Then order your horses! Be with them at the door!”

“And soon you’ll be beside me!” Wilbur took your hand and pulled you back down the stone staircase back to the theatre. Technoblade clutched a white rose between his fingers, the stem had long since snapped as he stepped out from behind one of the many gargoyles on the opera house. His cheeks were red and wet from the chilly air, his eyes puffy crying after all he just watched the love of his life fall in love with someone else. If you could even call what they had love,

“I gave you my music…made your song take wing..and now, how you’ve repaid me: denied me and betrayed me…He was bound to love you when he heard you sing…You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you!” He snarled tossing the rose on the ground and stomping on it as he took off back down into the depth of the theater. That bastard, that uncultured swine, no no that was an insult to swine even though they had more class than Wilbur did. Sweeping you off your feet like you were some damsel who needed saving when that was hardly the case, you had him after all and you only needed him. He made his way up into the rafters, carefully making his way back to the glorious ornate chandelier, and stood on top of it. The audience had just begun to applaud his lovely Siren as she finished the part he had so graciously wanted her to have in the beginning. His heart and mind were at war with one another. On one hand, his heart wanted to leap with joy, take her in his arms and kiss her passionately congratulating her on her success and magnificent performance. But his other hand was bitter and spiteful, not to her, never to his lovely muse, but to the bastard who is ripping her out of his life forever. Techno never even got to hear her choice if she would stay with him after she had so graceful accepted his scars and told him he was beautiful. No, he couldn’t let him take her away, he had to make a statement here and now, he snarled and began to rock the chandelier back and forth, the lights began to flicker and the audience began to murmur uneasily. With a beastly cry, the chandelier began to descend swinging wildly over the orchestra pit, landing just at your feet. 

You let out a scream of horror as glass and gold shattered at your feet. 

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Dream Smp Masterlist

Masterlist for all my Dream SMP Stories:

☁-Angst

❆-Fluff

⚘ -Smut

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Technoblade x Reader:

• Under the FloorBoards:Pt. I,Pt. II,Pt. III,Pt. IIII,Pt. V,Pt. VI,Pt. VII, Pt. VIII,Pt. VX,Pt. X,Pt. XI,Pt. XII,Pt. XII☁❆
• Lost One’s Weeping:Prologue,Chapter One,Chapter Two❆☁
• Beauty and the Beast: Prologue,Part 1,Part 2,Part 3, Part 4: final,epilogue❆⚘
• Phantom of the Opera AU:Part 1,Part 2,Part 3,Final⚘❆☁
• Withered ☁
• Where Loyalties Lie☁
• I’m Not Soft❆
• Let Me Worship You❆
• Fight For Me❆
• Royal❆
• Blood for the Blood God ❆ ☁
• Shut Up and Drive❆
• Written In the Stars❆
• Forgive me father for I have sinned⚘
• Don’t mess with the boss’s wife❆

Wilbur Soot x Reader:

• First Lady of the Court:Pt. I,Pt. II,Pt. III❆☁

Philza Minecraft x Reader:

• Of Immortality and Nymphs: pt. II,Pt. III❆

Karlnapity x Reader:

• Time Travel is A Tricky Business❆

Fundy x Reader

• Little Fox❆

Platonic Ranboo x Reader:

• Slumber Party❆

Platonic Tommyinit x reader:

• Tis’ But A Flesh Wound❆
• Since I’ve Been Gone❆

C!Jschlatt x Reader:

• Poff Poff (Platonic) ❆
• Daddy’s Little Girl (DadSchlatt au) Pt. II,Pt. III☁
• The Women Who Loved a Monster☁

Family SBI x Reader:

• Little Hope❆

Dream Smp Headcanons:

• Them simping for you❆
• How they Kiss❆
• Them Leaving Marks on you⚘
• A Pirates Life for Me❆
• Woes of an Immortal (3k Special)❆⚘☁

Phantom Of The Opera: Chapter One

(Technoblade x Reader x Wilbur)

Welcome to the Phantom of the Opera Au, I hope you enjoy my lost souls. I know it’s been a while but I hope this makes up for my absence.

Here is the link to the musical if anyone is interested
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Paris was always beautiful in the winter, at least it was to Wilbur, he liked the warm sweaters and the light snow that littered the ground beneath his feet. Wilbur let out a small sigh and watched as fog formed in the air in front of his mouth. He stood outside the old opera house and ran a hand through his brown hair that had long since been streaked with grey. It was only when the snow started to cause the curls on his head to stick to his forehead that he finally entered the old opera house. Once inside he was greeted like an old friend and was quickly rushed to the auctioneer’s room. There weren’t many people in the room, maybe around four or five, but every one of them seemed to be staring right into Wilbur’s soul. The moment passed, and Wilbur took his seat and waited. The things being bid were frivolous to him, he was only there for one thing and one thing only. Wilbur sat there for a few hours until he saw it, a small paper-mache music box. This box was the exact one his lover often spoke of, the one in the shape of a barrel organ with a figure of money playing symbols attached to the lid. The auctioneer continued to speak about the box, he stated that it was discovered in the vaults of the theatre and the music box was still in working order. The bid started at fifteen francs but Wilbur purchased it for thirty, there was only one other man bidding on the old box. Once it was in his grasp; Wilbur’s fingers began to trace over the velvet piece of the box. He was seemingly lost in the memories of what the box had brought onto his life and his lovers. Wilbur’s head shot up as the next antique being sold was announced, it was a broken chandelier. Wilbur felt his throat go tight and his ears began to ring getting lost in the booming voice of the auctioneer around him. 

“Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera: a mystery never fully explained. We are told ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier that appears in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re-assembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little Illumination…” 

It all seemed to start with a production of Chalumeau’s Hannibal, the lead of the show was none other than one of the most famous opera singers of the time George Guidicelli. He was talented, anyone with ears could see that the only problem was he was a primadonna in every sense of the word. No one would dare call him out on it, they needed to be careful of his wrathful nature for no one wanted to be on the receiving end of George’s fury. The Opera House was in the process of switching owners, even midway through a production two men were overtaking the role of managers. Their names were odd and referred to themselves as Schlatt and Quackity. The two newcomers were immediately scolded for getting in the way of all the ballet dancers by an older gentleman named Phil. Schlatt had scoffed at that insinuation calling Phil an old crow rather rudely which caused him to ‘accidentally’ get hit in the back of the legs with Phil’s cane. As they watched the dancing continue, the old owner hummed in distaste as a young boy with blonde hair become prominent among the ballet dancers. 

“Who’s the kid?” Schlatt grumbled an eyebrow shooting upon his forehead the old owner chuckled softly watching the boy spin with an odd sort of grace.

“Him? That’s Tommy, Phil’s son, he’s one of our most promising dancers.”

The three watched as another dancer was brought into the spotlight, she had (h/c) hair that was curled gracefully, and had a faraway look in her eyes. The men jolted watching as Phil slammed his cane harshly on the old floor of the stage. 

“You! (Y/n) Daae! Concentrate, girl!”

“Daae? Curious name.” Quackity murmured rubbing his chin thoughtfully, 

“Swedish.” The old owner commented with an uncaring shrug,

“Any relation to the violinist?” Schlatt grunted sharp eyes taking in her figure almost hungrily.

“His daughter actually. It’s a shame she always has her head in the clouds. She would have much more promise if she could remain focused.” The rehearsal ended sometime later and the old owner clapped both men on the back marching them towards the center stage and introducing them to the cast. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please? As you know, for some weeks there have been rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you that these were all true and it is my pleasure to introduce to you the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire, Quackity and Schlatt. Mr. Soot will be here sometime later to introduce himself, unfortunately, the train is running late. For now, gentlemen this is Signor George Giudicelli, our leading soprano for five seasons now.” Both men watched as George made his way towards them all beady-eyed and prideful. Schlatt made a subtle face of displeasure as Quackity began to prattle on about how much he loved him in his other performances, thoroughly kissing his ass. It’s what Quackity was good for…ass-kissing. 

“We would be honored if you could give us a rendition of one of the opening songs in Hannibal? Just as a little sneak peek.” Quackitly smiled eyes lighting up,

Geroge flushed, the apples of his cheeks turning red and smiling like he had been expecting this outcome since the very beginning. He pushed his way towards the center stage and began to sing one of his opening numbers, it was by all means wonderful. Schlatt glanced at his partner and knew if they could keep George he would be able to bring in a ton of money for them and the opera house. However, the attitude changed when the backdrop of the scene shattered onto the ground sending fragments all over the stage. The girls screamed and Schlatt saw Tommy grab onto (Y/n)’s arm, and harshly whispered: 

“He’s here: the Phantom of the Opera. He is with us! It’s the ghost!” A mischievous smile was etched into his face and the woman clicked her tongue scolding him softly. George was still screaming as Quackity was trying frantically to calm her down, Schlatt approached them calmly holding out his hands.

“Now, now George, these things do happen-” Schlatt was cut off rather harshly by the primadonna’s temper, 

“Si! These things do happen! Well, until you stop these things happening, this thing does not happen!” He pointed harshly at himself eyes blazing with ferocious fire, “amateurs!” He spat, hiking up his dress pants and marching off the sage his husband following behind him. Quackity looked rather worried but Schlatt only scoffed, 

“He’ll be back.” 

“You think so mate?” Phil raised a brow standing in between the two men both of them looked up at the blonde male. He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a faded white letter, it was pressed closed with red wax, and the seal was a boar’s head. “I have a message from the opera ghost.” 

“Jesus Christ they’re obsessed…” Quackity mumbled to Schlatt under his breath, 

“He welcomes you to his opera house and commands you to continue to Box Five empty for his use and he wants to remind you his salary is due.” 

“Salary?” Schlatt choked snatching the letter out of Phil’s hands, only now seeming concerned about the ghost, Phil only raised his blue eyes. 

“Monsieur Lefevre paid him twenty thousand francs a month. Perhaps you can afford more, with the Vicomte de Soot as your patron.” He grunted, and Quackity made a displeased face, 

“I wanted to make that announcement…” 

“Calm your tits Quackity,” Schlatt grunted in response, and his friend pouted. “Yeah Wilbur’s comin’ he’ll sit in our box.” Schlatt rubbed his stubble thoughtfully, “We got an understudy for George?” 

“No one…” a choir boy with a mask cleared his throat fiddling with fingers, “the production is new so there wasn’t an understudy cast.” 

“Fuck.” 

“(Y/n) Daae could do it.” The blonde choir boy shot his hands in the air and said girl let out a nervous call of his name. She grasped his arm tight over at him he only smile cheekily in response. “She’s been having private lessons from an amazing teacher!” 

“Who?” Quackity raised a brow staring at the young woman, 

“I…don’t know…sir.” He caught her looking around uneasily, and it caused Quackity to look nervous as well. 

“Oh f- not you too.” Schlatt groaned, “I can’t believe this is a full house and we’re gonna have to cancel. All that money…fuckin’ wasted.”

“Let her sing.” Phil hummed softly a hand pressed to the young woman’s back, “give her a chance to impress you mate.”

“Fine.” Schlatt grunted, “from the beginning again.” 

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The stage lights were brighter than you could’ve imagined, and the crowd roared as the orchestra began to swell. There you were in the middle of the stage, you took a breath and began to sing, it’s a sweet melody that seemed to cause the audience to go quiet in an instant, 

“Think of me…” 

Your voice was crisp and clear and carried over the audience instantly captivating them all, from Box Four sat Wilbur Soot. His brown eyes twinkled in the stage lights as he found himself captivated by your beauty and voice. You had a familiar beauty to you that made his heart squeeze in yearning. You had such a cute nose and the confidence you held when you sang was nothing to scoff at, he breathed out a disbelieving laugh, 

“Can it be? Can it be (Y/n)? Bravo!” He clapped laughing louder this time standing up in his seat, “What a change! You’re really not a bit the gawkish girl that once you were… She may not remember me, but I remember her…” He sat back down slumping in it in disbelief, god you were stunning in that dress. It framed your body just perfectly as he let your siren-like voice drag him under. 

The curtains closed around you and that’s when you finally were able to take in a big breath of air, relief filled your lungs before Tommy crashed into your body. He was speaking a mile a minute only making out a few words, he was praising you that much was clear. Phil walked over and stood in front of the both of you, a smile appearing on his face, “You did well. He will be pleased with your performance.” Phil mused giving you a soft pat on the head before eyeing down Tommy and the other dances, “You all, however, were disgraceful!” Phil pulled Tommy off you and began to chew out the other dancers, Tommy wasn’t listening much more inclined to follow you to your dressing room. You seemed lost to him, acting out of character, and if Phil noticed him slip away the man said nothing in response. Your hand touched the knob on the door to the dressing room and stilled a voice, gruff and deep, echoed around the room,

“Bravi, bravi, bravissimi…” A shiver racked down your spine, it wasn’t an unpleasant one however and you turned around to try to face the figure. Instead of seeing the figure who was praising you, Tommy came running down the stairs. He crossed his arms with a scoff, 

“You think you’re too good for me now is that it?” There was a teasing edge to his tone, “you get the lead and now you disappear on us huh? Well…this is where you’re hiding huh?” His nose scrunched up noticing a few stary cobwebs, “you know I don’t say this often…but you were seriously perfect tonight.” His face softened considerably as he took your hands within his own, “Who is your new tutor?”

Tommy watched as a sad smile spread across your cheeks, you looked far away eyes glassily, hazed over with something Tommy couldn’t quite pinpoint. “My father once spoke of an angel, I used to dream he’d appear to me one day when I sing…I feel like I can sense it and I know he’s there.” You took in a shaky breath a dazed smile spreading across your lips and Tommy frowned worryingly, “like for example in this room he’s calling me softly. He’s somewhere inside hiding I just know he is, the genius is always with me.” You cupped your hands to your chest in awe meanwhile Tommy was staring at you bewilderedly. 

“(Y/n) you must have been dreaming. Shit like that can’t come true, you’re not one to speak of ghosts or phantoms. It’s just not like you.” Tommy grabbed your hands, and you shivered underneath his touch. 

“He’s with me even now…all around.” 

“Your face it’s pale…”

“It frightens me.” 

“Don’t be frightened.” 

Both of them jumped at the sound of a cane pounding on the stone steps and Tommy visibly flinched. “Did you skip out on practice?” You breathed and Tommy smiled sheepishly as he heard Phil’s voice shout his name. “Go Tommy, you’ll get in trouble,” you shooed him away and he left, but not without a moment’s hesitation. Once he officially left you turned back to your dressing room and stepped inside the gorgeously decorated room. You were hit with the scent of flowers, specifically, dahlias and roses and they seemed to fill in every area of your dressing room. A ghost of a smile drifted across your lips, as a knock sounded on your door, “Come in!” A tall man entered the room, he was lanky with chestnut hair and a pair of round glasses that rested upon his nose. 

“(Y/n) Daae where is your hat?” He spoke, his voice wasn’t accusatory instead it was light and teasing. He watched your brows furrow in confusion, “oh come on now. After all the trouble I went through to give it to you as a memento!” 

“Oh my god, Wilbur! It is you!” You exclaimed in delight running up to him and wrapping your arms around his body. He was much more muscle than bones, a stark difference from your past, you felt him chuckle beneath your arms. You pulled away eyes shining with delight, Wilbur hummed pleasantly lightly running his fingers through your hair.

“Little Songbird let her mind wander …”

“Oh god, you remember that, too …

“Little Songbird thought: Am I fonder of dolls, or goblins, of shoes…” He mused with a grin and mused yourself, 

“Or of riddles, of frocks. Those picnics in the attic…” You breathed fondly and Wilbur brushed the pads of his fingers over your heated cheek. 

“…or of chocolates…”

“Or Father playing the violin,” You sighed dreamily pressing your body against his, and Wilbur continued swaying with you gently, 

“As we read to each other dark stories of the North…”

“No what I love best, The Songbird said, is when I’m asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head! Father said, "When I’m in heaven, child, I will send the Angel of Music to you”. My father is dead, Wilbur, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music.” You expressed looking up at his face only to find him looking back down at you with amusement, 

“No doubt about it little one. Now however we’ll go to supper together!” Your eyes widened in horror and you pulled away from his hands fumbling with the lace of your costume, 

“No, Wilbur I can’t, the Angel of Music is very strict.”

“Then I won’t keep you up late!” He laughed fondly, “you should change. I must get my hat. Two minutes Little Songbird. Then I’ll be back for you!” Wilbur shouted with glee leaving the room as you called out to him, almost desperately.

“Things have changed Wil…” 

The air in your dressing room felt hot and thick, it was so bad you felt as if it was choking you. You glanced over to the mirror only to see a figure standing inside it, he had long pink hair tied into a tight braid down his back. His ears were pointed and a pure white mask covered half his face, eyes a vibrant red and he almost looked to have tusks. His outfit was glorious a deep red cape and a black suit and you knew immediately this was your angel. He sneered at you in the mirror, 

“Insolent boy. This slave of fashion basking in your glory!” He scoffed tone unkind but not towards you, “ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!” You reached forward placing your hand right around the mirror, 

“Angel! I hear you! Speak - I listen…stay by my side, guide me!” You pleaded, voice almost breaking with a sob, “Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me…enter at last, Master!” You watched as your angel’s face visibly softened, glowing eyes shining with eternal kindness and satisfaction. You stepped back as the mirror seemingly opened on its own but you were too mystified to care, 

“Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in the shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror - I am there inside!” A hand stretched out from behind the eternal darkness of the mirror and you felt your excitement grow. You gently grasped his hand within your own, it was warm but not unpleasant, you felt his fingers brush across your knuckles like he was making sure you were real. “I am your Angel of Music…” He breathed and you nodded allowing yourself to be whisked away into the darkness. The hidden passageway was made out of stone brick, clearly made decades ago, candles lined the walls illuminating you and your angels’ journey. As you and the angel moved deeper into the cavern mist began to gather and swirl at your feet and a large underground lake came into view. “Please my siren, allow me,” His breath fanned your cheek and you felt them burn with embarrassment. He stepped in front of you, and then into the water pulling a boat to shore. You gasped in awe and he chuckled fondly, “Come to me.” You did as you were told grasping once more onto his hand as he helped you into the boat, he grabbed an ore and began to grow into the ever-expanding cavern. 

“Angel?” 

“Techno’s fine my Siren. Compared to your beauty I am no angel.” He smiled eyes crinkling at the sides watching you flush a deep red. 

“Where are we going?” 

“My home. Just watch, keep your eyes ahead my dear.” 

You nodded swiftly and almost as if his words were magic a gorgeous candlelit cavern appeared in your vision. Candles were the only source of light provided, and your amazement only grew as your Angel- Techno docked the boat. He helped you step out of it making sure your costume wasn’t damaged in the movement. Techno seemed to preen at the awe sparkling in your eyes, your dainty fingers tracing over every nook and cranny of his home. “How did you get a piano in here?” You exclaimed with a disbelieving laugh, moving to stand behind it, he only responded with another fond chuckle. Your fingers danced across the keys pressing them down as you went, the noise was like a melody to Techno’s ears. 

“May I show you something?” 

“Anything.” You breathed in a way that made Technoblade’s insides twist in delight, once more you took his hand. He led you down the steps to a giant bedroom, curtains framed the bed and he nuzzled his face into your neck. “What’s this?” 

“A bedroom genius,” He snorted and his heart jumped hearing you giggle in delight, “for you.” 

“Me?” You whispered in disbelief, “How? Why?” You turned to place your hands on his cheeks, 

“If you want it.” 

“I barely know you.” The rational part of your brain argued against your angel’s wishing, even though the other part of you felt as if you belong here, should stay here with him. After all, you already felt as though you knew the man for years.

“You can learn to,” Techno cupped your cheek with his hand and brushed his thumb across your cheek. You shivered pleasantly at his touch, he could see the conflict in your eyes, “just stay the night at least. Then you may venture back into the light so long as you stay far away from the boy.” Without meaning to you found yourself nodding completely entranced by him, “That’s my good girl.” 

—

You woke up to the melodious sound of a piano, you could hear a deep baritone voice singing an enchanting song. The music washed over you and you felt like you were floating on the bed. Speaking of, the bed was soft beneath your body and you felt as though you could sink into it and stay there forever. There was a swell in the song and you finally lifted yourself from the confines of the bed, you made your way over to the piano where Techno sat. You couldn’t help but stare, he caught your eyes and you smiled in his direction the boyish smile he sent back made your heart skip a beat. He pats the piano bench beside him and you sat down at his side, he smiled resting his face on your shoulder hands moving away from the piano to rest on your thighs. He has your thighs a gentle squeeze and your eyes fluttered beautifully, “you are absolutely stunning my siren.” 

“I’m hardly stunning but thank you.” Your cheeks turned pink and Techno tutted taking your chin between his fingers, “Techno?” 

“Don’t ever say you’re not stunning. You absolutely are, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen my dear.” His words shook you to your core, his voice was so stern so genuine and you brought your own hand to cup his mask. He flinched away from your touch but you followed the movements, 

“How can I believe that to be true when you’re sitting right beside me.” You heard Techno choke back a sob nuzzling against the hand on his mask. Your fingers found the straps behind his head and the mask came apart in your hands. Techno shot off of you like you’d burned him, his hand clutching the side of his face, his one visible eye beady and frightened. He kept his face from your view but you could sense the air around you grow thick, he was furious. He grabbed the collar of your dress and you let out a yelp of fear,

“Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon-is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you…Curse you…” He choked back a sob and you saw the fist against your collar shake, his hand dropped from his face and your pupils blew wide. The left side of his face was littered with scars and burns, jagged deep cuts that marked his otherwise pristine face. You said nothing, completely in shock by the man in front of you, the same beautiful man from before. “I will burn in hell, but secretly yearn for heaven, secretly…secretly…” Techno muttered his voice wavering, “But, (Y/n)…fear can turn to love! You’ll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this…repulsive carcass, who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty…” You shushed him softly, moving to run your fingers over the scars but he flinched away, instead you silently handed him back the mask. A barely audible thank you left his mouth snapping the mask back into place. You moved to press a light kiss to the side of the mask and his eyes widened considerably, “come we must return - those two fools who run my theatre will be missing their star.”

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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

Lmk if you wanna be tagged!

Also very last chapter has full on smut for the first time ever but ya’ll didn’t hear it from me

Next story in line is:

Moon Knight X Reader