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Beauty And The Beast
~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 ***
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Dream and the mob held their heads up high as they marched towards the monster’s castle, “Everyone remember! Take whatever you desire but leave the monster to me! I want his head on my wall!” He grinned holding his crossbow high in the air, they cheered loudly into the night. The door was locked but it took the mob only minutes till they broke it down. Dream stepped in first, George followed along close to Dream’s side.
“This place gives me the creeps.” His nose scrunched up clinging tight to his friend’s arm, Dream scoffed,
“Shut up.”
“Well, it does…” He mumbled under his breath,
“Shut up will you!” He snarled and George flinched,
“I want to go home!”
“I don’t care what you want!” Dream snapped, “And stop clinging to me like a little girl!” He shook the man free and marched down the hall,
“I hate you!”
Just as George shouted the entire castle was brought to life, “Charge!” Shouted Wilbur from on top of Niki, She laughed as the entire castle moved to attack the villagers! George yelped and dodged an incoming attack from Puffy shaking like a leaf.
“Oh honey, find yourself a better man!” She tutted, “He’s no good for you.”
George flushed red up to the tips of his ears just as he was hit over the head with a pot and promptly laid unconscious on the floor.
Phil hurried up the stairs to the West Wing, he was riding on Steve, Technoblades white dog that had gotten turned into a footstool.
“Technoblade.” Phil urged sternly, as Steve skidded to a stop, “You have to get up.”
“Leave me be Phil.”
“The castle is under attack! You could be killed!”
“It doesn’t matter…” He looked longing at the rose, it had one petal left, “Just let them come.”
Phil looked at his prince pityingly before heading back to join in the fight downstairs, it was only a few minutes after he left when Dream entered Technoblade’s room in the west wing. “Ha! You’re even uglier in the flesh you know,” He scoffed walking towards him, crossbow in one hand dagger against his hip. “Get up!” Technoblade didn’t so much as grunt, as Dream wound his foot back and kicked him. Dream growled in distaste and laughed, “What? Too kind and gentle to fight back?” He snarled, hitting the monster across his face, he held his head back and laughed unkindly, “You were in love with her weren’t you? Oh, that’s a good one! Did you really think a girl like (Y/n) could ever fall in love with a detestable creature like you? She despises you, in fact, she sent me here to destroy you.” That seemed to snap him out of his stupor a low, warning growl spilled from his throat,
“No.”
He stood up to his full height, he towered over Dream, but the man was not cowardice, a wild grin spreading across his features. He was ready to make this monster bleed, “She’s mine now you foul thing.”
“No!”Your voice shrieked bursting into the West Wing and Technoblade’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Stop hurting him Dream.”
“You bitch!” Dream snapped at you and Technoblade growled,
“Don’t talk to her like that!” He tackled the man onto the ground of the balcony claws digging into his sides. Dream wheezed a breath and clawed at the monster’s arms, “You don’t ever talk to her like that!” He roared in his face, spit flying as he grabbed him by the neck, holding him over the edge of the balcony.
“Pull me up! Pull me up!” Dream pleaded, grasping at Technoblade’s paws around his neck, Technoblade could feel your eyes on the back of his head. He could drop him, it’d be so easy and he’d never be able to bother you again. Techno could also snap his neck to make it quick and painless even if it isn’t what he deserved. He felt himself hesitate to make a move. He wasn’t that man anymore, not since he met you, not since he fell in love with your very being. He brought Dream away from over the balcony and dropped him on the ground, he gasped for breath.
“Get out.” He snarled at Dream, “(Y/n).” Technoblade murmured, turning to face you, stepping towards you.
“I’m so sorry!” You’re voice trembled, he noticed the pink on your cheeks,
“You’re cold…”
“That’s what you’re worried about!” You laughed in disbelief, shaking your head fondly and he slid off his cape pulling it around your shoulders.
“You came back…”
“Take my hand!” You beamed holding out your hand to the man, he laughed breathlessly ready to feel your warmth, but instead, he felt a sharp pain through his chest. He howled in agony hitting the oppressor, who yelped stumbling backward off the balcony Dream was gone but Technoblade collapsed in on himself. You wailed in agony yourself, running up to Technoblade as he crumbled on the ground. You pulled him into your lap and pressed your hands into the wound, he hissed in through his teeth. “Get over it!” You sobbed frantically and he chuckled deeply, eyes dropping closed snuggling against your lap.
“You really came back…” His red eyes shining with tired delightedly,
“Of course I did. I couldn’t let them- If only I came back sooner! Then you wouldn’t be…” Tears rolled down your pale cheeks and you heard him tut quietly,
“Don’t cry, Princess. Don’t stain that pretty face with tears…” He winced, letting out a gasping breath, “Maybe it’s better this way.”
“Don’t talk like that, everything’s going to be fine!”
“(Y/n)-”
“No! No! We’re together now. You’ll see everything’s going to be fine, I promise you.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. At least I got to see you one last time.” He pressed a paw to your small cheek, you really were an angel.
“Stay with me. Don’t go away, you can’t leave me not like this…not like this!” You wept violently,
“Shhh shhh. (Y/n)…I…”
“Yes?” His eyes dropped closed and he went limp against you. “No. No Technoblade? Techno!” You pleased, shaking him slightly, you fell across his chest sobbing violently. The last petal from the rose began to fall onto the bottom of the jar, “Please I love you.” Suddenly bright lights began to illuminate his body and you stumbled back as Technoblade’s body rose in the air. Tears dried almost instantaneously, as his body erupted in golden beams of light, he landed on two feet and as the light disappeared there stood a man. The clothes he was wearing were way too big for him, he turned around to face you, red eyes sharp and calculating. Long pink hair fell over his shoulders and down his back, small tusks poked from his bottom lip, ears pointed like an elf’s, and a long tail was visible from behind him.“Tech…no?” You breathed he blinked staring down at you,
“(Y/n)?” He laughed in delight, tail wagging from side to side,“I-” He looked down at his hands, human hands with fingers. “I’m human!”
“Sort of!” you squeaked and his brow furrowed turning around to spot his tail,
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me-mph!” Technoblade was cut off by the feeling of your lips against his own eyes blown wide pupils big and bleary. He felt your fingers caress his cheeks, your lips tasted like salt from your tears and he pulled you close but the hips, bones knocking together. He moaned low and hot, into your mouth, tail curling around your leg squeezing it tightly. You pulled away and he let out a low whine, it was an unnatural sound, not as monstrous as it once was.
“You’re alive.” You sobbed shoulders shaking, he shushed you softly, heart aching.
“You broke the spell, Princess. Well, sort of…” His tail squeezed your leg again, “Guess I was cursed a little too long-”
“I don’t care! I love you so much!”
“I-I love you too!” His face burned to the tips of his ears, “The others-”
“Technoblade!”
“Your highness!”
“(Y/n)!”Tommy shouted bursting into the room, behind him were two men and two boys Tommy’s age. The spell seemed to have been completely broken, you laughed in delight as Tommy ran up and hugged you tightly. “I’m so glad you’re alright!”
“I’m glad you’re okay too.” You whispered into his neck squeezing him back,
“Miss (Y/n) look! We’re human again!” Tubbo babbled, he was a young boy with brown hair with similar chocolate eyes. You assumed the other boy was Ranboo who waved shyly, he towered over all of you, even Technoblade, and his hair was a moppy mess.
“You did it. I can’t believe you did it!” Wilbur gaped at the man, he was handsome too, Sally was a lucky woman. Big round glasses rested on his nose, you assumed the other man was Phil. Older as you figured, but with blonde hair and tired eyes, Wilbur must’ve got his looks from his mother.
“Why do you still have a tail mate?” Phil laughed pulling on it, Techno yelped,
“Sensitive!”
“Sorry!” He howled with laughed,
“How am I supposed to know?” Techno mumbled, “I think it has something to do with how long it took to break the curse.” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his other hand finding your own squeezing it nervously. “I need better clothes,”
“I’ll help you.” You smiled kindly kissing his knuckles and he flushed shyly, Tommy grunted in distaste,
“You hurt my sister, I hurt you.” He snarled, “Treat her right, you’ll have a lot to make up for, considering you kidnapped me.” Technoblade grumbled under his breath glaring hotly at your brother,
“Tommy. Shush, go help the others clean.”
“(Y/n)! Let me be a good brother to you! I want to protect you.”
“That’s my job,” You pinched his cheek and he whined embarrassed as Ranboo and Tubbo snickered. “Now shoo,”
Tommy scoffed, “come on boys! We have a job to do!”
“On it big man!” Tubbo chirped, interlocking his hand within Ranboo’s and following Tommy out of the West Wing. Wilbur followed them,
“I need to find Sally, congratulations to both of you.” He nodded his head, Phil followed soon after, kissing your knuckles and seeing himself out.
~~NSFW START~~
Technoblade cleared his throat turning to you,
“You said…you’d help?”
“Of course,” You smiled, pulling him into his bedroom and sitting him down on the bed. You kissed his lips softly before heading over to his wardrobe, he sighed dreamily watching you tend to him. “Techno?”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
His heart soared, beating rapidly in his chest, “I love you too!” He said hurriedly, making sure you knew and didn’t doubt it for a moment. You turned back around and smiled, dusting off some of his old clothes, and placing them on the bed. “Oh, darlin’ I don’t know if I’m gonna fit into any of those…I’m not exactly a teenager anymore.” Technoblade laughed almost shyly, “We got them when we thought the curse would be solved quickly and clearly…”
“Hm that’s okay, I don’t mind if it’s a little tight.” You said it casually he flushed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Oh yeah?”
“Hmhm.” You turned to face him plopping yourself down on his lap, he flushed squeaking shyly, “This okay?” He nodded rapidly like a little sweet puppy, “Good arms up.” He obeyed, “Good boy.” You praised and a whine spilled from his throat yearning for more of it, his shirt was gone and you sat back on his legs. He felt like you were observing him, analyzing every bit of his human body, why did he feel more self-conscious now than he did when he was a monster. Maybe because as a monster he was objectively ugly and now…he was human. He forgets how to be human. “You are so beautiful.” You gushed peppering his face in kisses, he sighed, tail sliding around your waist and squeezing. He relished in the way you squeaked, face turning all red, he leaned forwards lips attacking your neck. His tusks brushed against your skin and your breathing hitched, he pulled you forward with the tail so you were pressed chest to chest. “Techno…you’re such a good boy. So good to me.” He felt his tongue lull out of his mouth, purring deeply, or tried, now as a human it came out as a weird type of sound.
“Please…don’t make me beg.” He panted, “I’ve never.” Technoblades face turned red to the tips of his ears, “Help.” He meekly said shifted feeling something pressed into your ass, he whined as you shifted your hips.
“Aw poor puppy.” You cooed, another whine from his lips, big red eyes showing nothing but innocence and need. You cupped his cheeks within your hand “Of course I’ll help you,” You cooed, bringing his hand behind you to untie your corset. He paused, swallowing, “Go ahead.”
“I can’t-I don’t know how.” You didn’t falter in your smile, for he was afraid you’d be ashamed of him.
“It’s alright.” You hopped off his lap and he reached out for you desperately, tail not letting you go, “Release I’m gonna help.” His tail slowly unwinds itself and watches you carefully reach behind yourself and untie your corset. It fell swiftly and you laid it down on the bed, he watched with a watchful eye as your breasts bounced free. He shifted, not able to tear his eyes away, thank god for giant pants. You turned around and he brought his hands up slowly, “Unbutton it.” That he could do, he used his nimble fingers to pop the buttons open one after another, he traced his fingers down your spine and he felt you shiver underneath it.
“Now what?”
You faced him and slid the dress down your shoulders exposing your chest to the man, he choked helplessly, digging his nails into the bedsheets. But his tail wouldn’t stop swaying, he’s never seen it wag this hard before and you giggled sweetly. You sat back in his lap and cooed sweetly, “Go ahead you have permission to touch.” Technoblade let out a shuddering breath and dragged his hands over every curve and dip of your body. His hands finding your breasts he squeezed them tenderly, he watched your eyes flutter and sigh, hips grinding down on his lap. He moaned deeply, sparks lighting up his body, he moved forward and placed his lips on your collarbone gaining confidence as time went on. Following his instincts and what his body yearned for, listening to all the praise you were giving him was making his head foggy. His hips bucked up, as he panted eyes squeezing shut he moaned lowly, white exploding behind his eyes as his breathing hitched in his throat. You stilled above him pulling away, he was panting cracking his bleary eyes open his body felt like limp jello. You smiled, didn’t comment on anything, just pressed a kiss to his forehead, “Finish up getting dressed, maybe hop in the shower while you’re at it.”
“What…” He mumbled, “just happened.” He slurred his tail weakly letting you go as you stood, he whined and wanted to follow after you. “Come back to bed…”
“Later tonight,” You pulled him up and he slumped against you, “Darling come on. You just came, draw yourself a quick bath, and go get changed.”
“Oh,” He flushed, “fuck. You’re still not wearing your top.”
You laughed, pecking a kiss to his lips, “shoo, before Tommy gets any ideas.”
“But your boobs-”
“Go!” You laughed walking over to your dress, he watched sadly as you slipped it back over your head.
–End of NSFW–
You both walked back to the main hall hand in hand, Technoblade in better fitting clothes, he was correct in suggesting they would be tight. But it hugged his ass and muscles nicely so who were you to complain about that, “The love birds are back!” Tommy called, rolling his eyes as you giggled in response. Three equally beautiful women ran at you wrapping you up in a tight hug, Technoblade huffed as you laughed.
“(Y/n)! It’s us, tell me you recognize us! Oh! Oh! Who’s who!” The redhead bounced excitedly,
“Sally?” You spoke softly and she squealed in delight, “Niki and Puffy?” You pointed to the other girls guessing correctly.
“It’s so nice to formally meet you.” Niki held your hand on her own, her skin was so soft! Puffy wrapped her arms around Niki’s waist resting her chin on her shoulder.
“Ditto.” Puffy hummed, she gleaned over at Technoblade, “You scored a good one don’t let her go. Put a ring on her finger right now.”
“I am, I am…” Technoblade sighed, “If you want?” He asked sheepishly,
“Of course I want to.” You smiled, “But ask Tommy for his blessing first, it’d mean the world to him.” Technoblade growled rolling his striking eyes and you nudged him, “I mean it.”
“I will. For you the world.”
“For you my heart.”
He sighed happily, tail wagging against the floor, he kissed you on the lips fondly. Your hands cupped his cheeks and he pulled you close.
And they lived happily ever after.
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Beauty and the Beast
(C!Technoblade x Fem!Reader): Beauty and the Beast AU
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.
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“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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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.
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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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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.”
—
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.”
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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
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Also very last chapter has full on smut for the first time ever but ya’ll didn’t hear it from me
Next story in line is:
Moon Knight X Reader
