#wilbur soot x reader

Thu, 09 Sep 2021 05:56:34

I cant think of anything to write pls gimme requests <3

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#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur x reader angst #wilbur x reader fluff #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader

Tue, 24 Aug 2021 18:53:24

Pairing: Wilbur x reader

Pronouns: they/them

Genre: Angst into fluff my beloved

Word count:

Warnings: kisses??

REQUEST: hiii can i have fluff prompt 10 with wilbur (gn reader pls)

Prompt: “did you just kiss me?”

AUTHOR NOTE: DO NOT SHIP NIKI AND WILL !! MY INTENT IS NOT TOO SHIP THEM I JUST NEED IT FOR THE STORY LINE <3

Out of everyone you could of fallen for of course it had to be Wilbur.

I mean, what isn’t there too fall for

He’s tall

He’s pretty

He’s funny

He’s talented

He is everything you could ask for

But he isn’t yours.

And thats what hurts.

Seeing the way you his eyes light when Niki talks hurts. Seeing how excited he gets when she texts him. It was painful. It left you with nights spent crying until you had exhausted yourself enough to sleep. But he never noticed.

He never noticed the way that your face would heat up at the slightest contact of your skin. He never noticed the way your gaze always shifted to him, because his was always on Niki.

Of course you could never be mad at Niki. She was an angel. She never did anything bad to you and instead was always kind to you, but that just made it worse. It fills you with guilt.

Wilbur’s laugh filled the room, its a sound that would usually make you feel like you were on cloud nine, but instead of butterflies you felt sick to the stomach.

No matter how hard you tried to laugh along, or hide the jealousy that floods your veins you couldn’t bring yourself too smile. Looking over too chat you see that they notice

‘Is y/n okay?’

‘y/n looks sad :(’

‘OMG NIKI AND WILBUR ARE SO CUTE!!’

‘y/n hasn’t said anything for ages’

‘They look so sad’

‘omg i feel so bad for y/n they have barely said anything’

‘Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?’

Looking back over to Wilbur you notice him whisper something to Niki and she laughs. That perfect. Adorable. Endearing laugh.

“Hey I don’t feel the best, I think I’m gonna go rest for a bit” You say, mustering up the best smile you could. Will finally looks at you, and his face seems to drop a bit before quickly smiling again.

“go rest on my bed n/n, I’ll be out in a bit okay?”

You nod your head and quickly walk out of the streaming room, as tears flood your eyes, your lungs feeling like they are suffocating and the emotions build up in your throat, making it feel like you’re drowning. You couldn’t stand to be in this house anymore, so you ultimately decide that its best to go home

“y/n?…”

Turning around you meet Wilbur’s worried eyes. Quickly moving to wipe away as many of the tears that stained your face as possible.

“y-yes Wil?” Your voice filled with emotions, and cracked the slightest bit no matter how hard you tried too keep your composure.

“Can I touch you”

You nodded softly, unable to form any words.

You felt his warm body envelope yours, holding your head against his chest while your tears covered the warm fabric of his jumper. Your fists grasp as the soft fabric, in any attempt to ground yourself

“shhh, its okay, you’re okay. I need you to talk to me, can you do that? its okay if you need some time but you need to tell me what happened alright?”

“you love her…”

He pulled you back slightly by your shoulders.

“What?”

“You love Niki…” You felt pathetic.

*he hates me now*

*You ruined everything*

Tears began to blur your vision again, as your breath picked back up. Your legs felt like they were about to break, but before you could fall completely, he caught you.

“Can I pick you up?” You nodded into his chest, feeling your feet lift off the floor. His hands, steady and firm but also gentle and kind, bring your legs around his waist.

Putting you down on his bed, he kneels down in front of you, on the floor next to the bed

“Talk to me n/n…”

“I hate that you lover her be-because…”

*its now or nothing*

“I want you to love me” You say it so quietly that you almost worry he wouldn’t hear you.

…

The empty silence of the room is deadly. Fighting off all your instincts telling you too run, you look up too meet Wilbur’s concerned eyes.

“I-I’m sorry i- its fine- i don’t- you don’t-”

Your panicked stuttering is cut off by Wilbur’s lips meeting yours. Its soft and gentle but filled with passion

Your lips taste of tears but he couldn’t care less.

His hand gently holds your jaw, his other going behind your neck to bring you impossibly closer.

After many seconds he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.

“did you just kiss me?…”

“I cant believe you thought I loved Niki. I knew you were oblivious but jeez n/n” His tone is teasing and playful

“I hate you” you retort

“you love me”

“yeah yeah whatever”

Authors not: I HATE THIS AHHHH but hey someone might like it so <3

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #wilbur soot x reader #sapnap x reader #quackity x reader #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #karl jacobs x reader #karlnapity x reader #nihachu x reader #prompt list #please send me asks pls im begging

Thu, 19 Aug 2021 18:57:20

hellooooo my lovesss <3

feel free too send requests ! just say something like “c!/cc!*name* x gn/f/m reader *idea or prompt*”

here are my prompts :D

FLUFF

“you look better in my clothes than i do.”
“i believe you.”
“is that my shirt?”
“can i play with your hair?”
“you can tell me anything.”
“isn’t the view beautiful?”
“my mother adores you.”
“they’re not you.”
“if you cry, i’ll cry ─ and that won’t be fun for anyone.”
“did you just kiss me?”
“i’ve dreamt about this.”
“is that a drawing of me?”
“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”
“of course i will.”
“wow, you’re photogenic.”
“i thought you’d never ask.”
“quick, kiss me!”
“you cancelled plans for me?”
“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”
“that is not what the instructions say.”
“you remembered?”
“stop looking at me like that!”
“has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?”
“how mad would you be if i kissed you?”
“you’re hugging me too tight!”
“my lipgloss is all over your lips.”
“that’s the first time i’ve ever seen you smile.”
“you’re lucky you’re hot.”
“i didn’t know you could sing.”
“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”
“shut up before i kiss you.”
“you give me butterflies.”
“i can’t think around you.”
“i just wanted to make you laugh.”
“kiss me better.”
“why’d you stop?”
“you wrote me a song?”
“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”
“you ramble and it’s adorable.”
“are you blushing?”
“did i say that out loud?”
“hey, only i can call them that!”
“have you ever thought about how much worse our lives would be without each other?”
“i meant it when i said for better or for worse.”
“that’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.”
“nothing else matters except for you.”
“we could run away.”
“the world could be on fire and i’d still be happy as long as i’m with you.”
“they’re such an idiot. my idiot but still.”
“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

• angst

“do you love them?”
“you’re not sorry.”
“how did you find out?”
“don’t lie to me.”
“am i not important to you anymore?”
“i didn’t realise i was such an inconvenience.”
“do you think about them when you look at me?”
“how many times am i supposed to forgive you?”
“don’t raise your fucking voice at me.”
“i trusted you.”
“are you ashamed of me?”
“it was open and i read it.”
“i can’t deal with you right now.”
“did you ever really love me?”
“i see the way you look at them.”
“if you can’t live without me, then die.”
“i don’t believe you.”
“all you had to do was stay.”
“i knew you were too good to be true.”
“i don’t need help and i don’t need you either.”
“some things aren’t meant to be.”
“all my friends told me you’d break my heart.”
“we can’t afford to do this anymore.”
“you deserve better.”
“it’s not safe.”
“i wish i’d never met you.”
“i can’t look at you.”
“get out.”
“was it worth it?”
“how could you let them say that about me?”
“there’s just no pleasing you, is there?”
“why don’t you give a shit?”
“how many times are you going to look me in the eye and lie to me?”
“i can’t do this if you don’t trust me.”
“find someone else then.”
“don’t touch me!”
“they were there. you weren’t.”
“i don’t want to spend another second with you!”
“is your image really more important than us?”
“you win.”
“this isn’t what i wanted to happen.”
“i’d take our relationship back in a heartbeat.”
“you two deserve each other.”
“can’t you listen for one second?”
“you’ll be happier without me.”
“if you loved me, you wouldn’t have done it.”
“don’t you try to explain yourself!”
“you can’t take back what you said.”
“i don’t see the same person i loved when i look at you anymore.”
“why didn’t you fight for us?”

Wed, 18 Aug 2021 07:24:34

Dreamwastaken:

Oneshots:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Georgenotfound:

Oneshots:

The One That Got Away: angst :(

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Sapnap:

Oneshots:

Drabbles:

Midnight snack: fluff !

Headcanons:

Quackity:

Oneshots:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Karl:

Oneshots:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Wilbur:

Oneshots:

Silence: Angst -> fluff

Jealousy: Angst -> fluff

The End of Love: c!wilbur angst

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Niki:

Oneshots:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

c!Technoblade:

Oneshots:

I’ll love you till you learn to love yourself: hurt comfort (BIG TW)

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt masterlist #wilbur soot x reader #quackity x reader #nihachu x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #mxyt x reader masterlist

c!Awesomedude:

Oneshots:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Ranboo (platonic):

Oneshots:

Feel better: Hurt comfort <3

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Tommy (platonic)

Oneshots:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Tubbo (platonic)

Oneshots:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Benchtrio (platonic)

Oneshots:

Drabbles:

Headcanons
halloween

DreamTeam

Oneshots:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:
halloween

Mon, 16 Aug 2021 05:27:47

Pairing: wilbur x reader

Pronouns: non-mentioned

Gengre: angst -> fluff

Word count: 0.9k words

Warnings: arguments, fighting, yelling, panic attack, getting cut? please let me know if there is more !!

Part of you knew that you should just wait for him too come outside. He was a grown adult, he knew how to take care of himself but that didn’t stop the growing pit of anxiety in your stomach.

All you wanted was for him too stay out of the mindset you knew he sometimes got trapped in. That was something you wanted to help him with but it was impossible to do that when he spent all day in his room. You knew he had finished streaming when his muffled voice silenced and now soft strums of the guitar took their place, as he struggled to find a progression of chords that he liked.

The soft pattering of your feet on the cold floor, leading you over to the sink to get him a glass of water, you walked over to his office door, gently pushing the door open.

He knew you were there

He didn’t turn to look at you or even glance in your direction before an annoyed grumbled slipped off of his tongue

“what do you want”

You should’ve taken that as your hint to leave, but you just wanted to help so you took a step into his office and spoke as softly and as gently as possible

“you’ve been in here all day so I brought you water… don’t you think you should come out for a bit. A small break might be good for you, y’know”

He stayed facing his monitor but his eyes glared in your direction

“if I wanted water I would get it myself”

Slightly taken aback by his harsh tone you held the glass closer to your chest, in any kind of attempt to stop yourself from storming out of the room. You were only trying to help…

“Wilbur, you haven’t left the room for 6 hours. I haven’t seen you all day. Don’t you think that its stupid to get angry when I try to HELP you. You have barely spoken a word to me for the past week”

The tall brunette scoffed, his eyes rolling in agitation.

“I don’t need you to baby me all the time! I don’t need you to treat me like a child, okay?”

“I put my everything into supporting you and your career even if it makes me feel like I’m nothing to you! No matter how hard I try its like you- its like you cant even see how hard I’m trying! I feel pathetic..” Your voice softened at the end as you tried to contain tears from spilling out from behind your eyes.

“Well maybe I don’t need you at all okay! You are so needy oh my god! Its like I cant do anything without you breathing down my neck! You make everything so much harder! Just fuck off and leave me be!”

Oh.

oh…

.He seemed taken aback by his own words, both of you stunned into silence, the only sound being your heavy breathing. It felt like your breath was being stolen from your lungs. Trying to get any kind of air into your lungs you felt your mind becoming flooded with terrifying thoughts

Maybe he didn’t love you anymore

Maybe he never loved you in the first place

The glass dropped to the floor and shattered into a tiny pieces which scattered across the floor, along with your heart.

legs trembling underneath you, you fell to the cold floor, glass cutting at your knees as you gripped the soft fabric of Wilbur’s hoodie in any attempt to ground yourself.

Everything sounded muffled.

‘Why cant I hear anything?’

‘Who is crying’

‘Is it me?’

‘I cant see anything.”

A solid warmth surrounded your body, and your hands instantly gripped to whatever you could reach, in some attempt too ground yourself. A soft shushing guiding you out of your dazed state

“its okay my love. I’m so sorry. you did nothing wrong. You’re doing so well darling”

Letting your eyes flutter open you met Wilbur’s red, tear filled eyes as he cupped your face in his hands, the soft pads of his thumbs wiping away the salty streams of water that spilled from your eyes.

“i know its hard, but I need you too breath with me okay? can you do that?”

You nodded so timidly that it would have been close too impossible to notice

He counted slowly, breathing in and out with you and kissing away your tears between breaths. When he deemed you stable enough he pushed your head into his shoulder

“we need to get your knee’s cleaned up, okay? Am i allowed to pick you up?”

You nodded again

“are you able to talk to me, my love”

“y-yes”

“You are doing so well. I’m so proud of you”. Picking you up bridal style as too avoid hurting your knee’s any further he brought you to the kitchen, sitting you up on the bench, he began to clean up your knee’s, comforting you after each hiss of pain, and kissing away each tear that felt from those eyes he loved so much.

When you were finally calm enough to talk he sat you down and apologized. Even though the things he said earlier that day had hurt the way they did, you knew from the way pain coated his voice, he never meant to hurt you. You both talked about where to go from here, and how to avoid this from happening again.

Bringing your body further into his chest he planted a soft kiss against your lips, putting all his emotions into it, letting you know how deeply sorry he was, and how much love he held for you. Even if you had your rough patches, nothing was enough to keep you from loving him, and as long as it was him, you would pick up his pieces over and over again.

Authors note: this is my first time writing a fanfiction and i absolutely hate it BUT hopefully with time i can improve <33

i hope you all have an amazing day and make sure to eat and drink water <3

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Sun, 15 Aug 2021 22:22:06

requested by anon “Can you do a Modern!SBI x Girl Reader where Technoblade and Wilbur are showing Tommy how to flirt and they somehow rope the Reader in?”

summary (she/her) when tommy reveals to his brothers that he likes a girl in one of his classes, they call you over to help teach him how to flirt. but you didn’t expect that you would be the one they would flirt with..

warning swearing, maybe some suggestive content?, terrible flirting, sibling banter

gif cred belongs to @tynntynn

“this is the worst thing you guys have ever called me over for,” you spoke blandly, arms crossed tiredly over your chest as you stood in the sbi kitchen. but the three boys were serious in their intentions.

phil was out of town for business, and it showed in his sons. wilbur and tommy were obviously running on very little sleep, the kitchen faintly smelled of an attempt at cooking gone wrong, and the empty cans of energy drinks and soda spilling over the recycling bin were definitely not something their father would normally allow. and now they had called you until you awoke from your sleep, insisting they needed you for an urgent “lesson”.

the two older sbi brothers were trying to teach tommy how to flirt.

“we’ve done worse,” wilbur only offered to your unamused words.

you gave him a look before turning to the blonde, who sat with a stubborn blush on his face at the kitchen table. “who’s the girl, tommy?”

“she’s in my chemistry class,” he grumbled. “but i don’t need help flirting! im doing just fine on my own!”

“if you were doing that well, you’d have a date,” wilbur retorted with a teasing smirk. “so sit back and watch how it’s done.” he turned to you and your eyes widened.

“im the test subject?” you scoffed, though you couldn’t deny the blush that creeped up your neck at the thoughts swirling through your mind. “that’s bullshit!”

“you’re a female,” wilbur shrugged.

“techno has long hair, just use him!” you retorted, waving to the quiet brother standing off to the side.

“please don’t,” the pink-haired man offered. you frowned.

“please,” wilbur begged, ducking his head to look at you with pouting eyes. “we’ll buy you breakfast.”

you sighed, now aware of the grumbling stomach you had ignored since you answered their call that morning. you turned away from his expectant gaze. “fine.”

he silently cheered before composing himself. “okay, pretend you’re doing chemistry things.” you rolled your eyes before turning, faking like you were moving things around with your hands. wilbur strutted up to you, catching your attention by speaking, “hey, morning.”

you gave him an exaggerated smile that made techno snort. “morning.”

“you’ve got something..” you gave wilbur a skeptical look as he dipped closer to you, enough so that you could nearly feel the breath emitting from his parted lips as his thumb drew up to swipe at the corner of your lips. your heart hammered in your chest, your dramatic smile falling as you gazed into his brown eyes that focused intently on your soft skin. then he moved away from you, leaving you slightly colder than before and definitely surprised. “got it.”

you blinked in surprise and wilbur looked over at tommy with a confident smirk.

“okay, minor problem with your touching method,” tommy spoke. “i haven’t talked to her.”

“like, at all?” techno questioned, straightening from his leaning position on the wall. you all looked to the blonde curiously as his pale skin flushed again.

“she asked me for a pencil the other day..,” tommy started. “and i said thank you..” you began to laugh, but quickly morphed it into an unconvincing cough when tommy glared at you.

“right, not funny.”

“well, that doesn’t mean there aren’t other physical means of flirting you can’t try,” wilbur offered his blushing brother.

“yeah, a little goes a long way,” you tagged on, nodding. wilbur smiled appreciatively at you. “the next time she asks for a pencil, instead of saying something stupid, just shut your mouth and try to maybe brush your hand with hers.” tommy cringed. “yeah, it’s a cliché, but it gets you thinking sometimes.”

tommy sighed, “alright. i just got to remember to keep my mouth shut, then.”

“yeah.”

tommy nodded to himself before turning to the silent brother in the corner. “what about you, technoblade? any physical flirting advice?”

the older man shrugged. “i usually only go for bolder moves.”

“oh, i wanna see this,” wilbur grinned. he nudged you forward and you were immediately filled with confusion. “technoblade, she’s all yours.”

“what?!” you exclaimed, jaw dropping at his words. “im not an object for your amusement!” wilbur just snickered as he moved next to tommy, though you genuinely did feel embarrassed by his offering you up.

technoblade had stepped in front of you before you knew it. you were about to bite something at him about being just as bad as his twin, when he spoke, “i won’t do anything if you don’t want me to.” you closed your mouth immediately, a little surprised. “consent is just as important as anything else.” his vermillion eyes glanced to his younger brother. “take notes.” then he looked back down to you patiently, and you felt warmth creep to your cheeks. “may i?”

you could practically feel wilbur roll his eyes, but you thought the gesture was more sweet than anything else. definitely more romantic than any flirting in store this morning, at least. “you may.”

“alright,” he hummed, bringing his hands up to present to you. “do this.” he locked his hands together, fingers intertwined. you mimicked his actions, bringing your own hands in front of your chest. “now do this.” he opened one of his hands, fingers now straight again, and you mirrored. then techno disconnected his hands, his larger hand coming to grasp at yours. his fingers fell over your clasped ones and swiftly brought your hands over your head, pressing you to the wall behind you before you could register what was happening.

you swore your heart stopped as your wide eyes met technoblade’s serious, vermillion gaze. you gasped, your breath catching in your lungs as technoblade’s knee came to rest between your legs. and despite his body pinning yours to the kitchen wall, he somehow managed to keep a respectful distance between the two of you. your mind swirled with a thousand thoughts, as tommy laughed hysterically at your dropped jaw and the smug look technoblade turned to offer him.

then technoblade moved away, and your hands fell back to your sides. you didn’t even realize that wilbur’s lips were now drawn into a thin, unamused line. tommy’s laughter began to settle.

“okay..,” you hummed, clearing your throat and placing your cold hands to your heated cheeks. technoblade began to chuckle along with his brother. “.. don’t do that until after you talk to her.” techno let out a louder laugh and you watched with a flustered smile. “have you ever done that to anyone before?”

he shook his head, giving you a charming smirk. “only you.”

“god,” you breathed, fanning yourself in the slightest. “im..” you nearly said lucky. “special.”

“that’s a genius move, techno, but im not ready for it,” tommy spoke, shaking his head.

“yeah, obviously,” technoblade nodded with understanding. his eyes turned to you again. “i just wanted to do that.”

your formerly calming fluster arose again, your heart picking up pace as your eyes widened at him. tommy laughed as wilbur rolled his eyes. “i..” you brought your hands to your cheeks again. “how is a girl supposed to feel?”

before technoblade could teasingly answer your question, wilbur finally cut in, his voice a little louder than before, “so if we don’t want to go by physical means, then we just need good, old fashioned flirting.” tommy nodded. “compliments are a good start.”

“yeah,” you agreed with a sigh, still trying to push down the flush you felt creeping up your neck at just the thought of technoblade’s words and actions. “even if it’s just little things; telling her that her hair looks good, her outfit’s nice, that her eyes are a pretty color..”

“girls like that?” tommy questioned, looking over at you for confirmation.

you nodded. “’course. we all love a good compliment. and girls don’t get them that often, so we remember it when we do.”

“they don’t get compliments often?” tommy repeated to you, furrowing his brow.

you shook your head. “no, not really. we’ve reverted back to preschool, where complimenting a girl is embarrassing. simp culture.” tommy nodded guiltily. “so don’t be too “embarrassed” to tell a girl she’s pretty. it’s ridiculous.”

tommy nodded again. “see, this is good advice!” he turned to his brothers. “you two just gave me bullshit.”

“we tried,” technoblade shrugged.

“you didn’t do shit!” wilbur accused, making you and tommy laugh as he turned to his brother. “all you did was pin y/n against a wall and stand in the corner.”

the pink haired man just shrugged again. “i regret nothing.” his gaze swept over you for a moment and you could’ve fainted from the sudden burst of heat in your chest.

“can we have breakfast now, please?” tommy grinned.

“please,” you emphasized, eyes wide at the opportunity. “my efforts were great, i let you two harass me, i deserve a meal.” you brought your hands together with dramatically pleading eyes.

wilbur chuckled at you, wrapping a tight arm around your shoulders. you smiled at the warmth he enveloped you with. “yes, we’ll buy you some mcdonald’s.”

“i’ll drive!” tommy exclaimed, hopping up at once to snatch his brother’s keys. “im not bad at it!” his brothers shrugged at him and he cheered, racing out to the car.

you followed the blonde quickly, peeling yourself from wilbur’s warmth reluctantly. “how long have you had your license, tommy..?”

the final two boys in the house immediately turned to each other, glaring unabashedly. the air of competition was still thick in the kitchen, now less hidden with your presence gone.

“dibs on whatever seat is next to y/n,” wilbur spoke with a smirk.

“not if i get there first.”

@fandomlit

Fri, 07 Jan 2022 00:36:10

hello hello i was thinking about writing oneshots along with the smau,,bUt since i have no creativity pls send in some requests✨ i’d also write for the dream smp members in-game and irl (platonic only for the minors!! and no nsfw for those who are uncomfortable with it!!)

@mxqicshxp

Mon, 08 Feb 2021 14:32:10

just ordered some nice watercolours and markers so get ready for some fanart

also omg send me inspo n scenarios/things to draw

#wilbur soot x reader #sirius black x reader #wilbur soot #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #sirius black #mcyt imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #witchblr

#ahh this took so long #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt imagine #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot x yn

Sat, 06 Mar 2021 18:04:11

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: hhh im in love with this man. Requests are open for mcyts! also if anyone has any writing tips, hit up my inbox

“Can I put my Minecraft bed next to yours?” Wilbur asked, shift-clicking in the middle of the room. You were quiet for a moment.
“No” You responded, hitting him until his screen lit up red. He let out a groan. “All my stuffffff”
You let out a huge laugh as you fell back on his bed, clutching your stomach. He turned around in his chair and gave you a deadpanned look. This causes you to laugh even harder, eyes watering. He turned back to his screen and hit the respawn button. He quickly rushed over to you while you were occupied with laughing your arse off, and whacked you until your screen lit red.
He immediately heard your laughing stop, turning around, he already anticipated the death glare you were giving him. He was right. It was his turn to burst out into laughter. You pulled a pouty face and marched over to Will’s desk, face close to the microphone.
“Wilbur Soot is a big fat snake” You spoke to the suspiciously quiet discord call.
Everyone burst into laughter as you marched back over to your bed, still pouting.

Will stretched his arms and legs in his chair and let out a sigh. You recognised
the all too familiar feeling of body stiffness from playing games too much.
He got up from his chair, alerting the call that he was getting a drink and going to the bathroom before muting his mic. You decided to use this time and mute your mic and stretch your aching limbs properly.
“You want anything, Pouty arse?” he questioned just before he left the room.
You smiled warmly and asked for a cup of Tea. Of course, he accepted “Anything for you”, with that he left the room. You returned to your original position, resuming whatever you were doing on Minecraft. About 5 minutes of idle chatter passed before Tommy spoke up.
“Y/N?” The young man asked. Your ears perked up as you looked towards Tommy in the game.
“Wheres your boyfriend? We need him for a quest” He asked shamelessly. Your heart rate quickened
at the thought of Wilbur being your boyfriend. She searched her mind for some kind of response.
“1. He’s not my boyfriend. 2. I think he’s still making my tea” You responded, quickly sprinting away from his character and going silent.
“ Have you told him that?” He questioned slyly. You turned your head, confused at his words.
“What do you mean?” You asked genuinely, but as if right on cue, Wilbur walked in holding your tea, some snacks, a blanket and his own bottle of water. You had offhandedly mentioned you were cold or hungry at some point during the game. As if it were a movie, all the puzzle pieces clicked in your head. You gawked at Wilbur as he gave you a confused look, holding out your cup of tea for you to take. It took you a good few seconds to wipe the disbelief off your face. Wilbur liked you, that’s what Tommy was hinting at. You took the tea from his hand and tried to make your best ‘i am not freaking out right now’ face, although you weren’t sure how well it was working. Wilbur returned awkwardly to Minecraft. You looked over to ensure he was still playing and quickly switched into the discord call. Tommy was looking at you expectantly, your hands full of the tea, snacks, and blanket Will had brought you. You pulled an overexaggerated shocked face, although you weren’t actually being dramatic, you really were shocked. Tommy let out a laugh at your face. You gave a glare to shut him up and signaled to your phone. He nodded, understanding you needed to call him. You and Tommy had been friends for a while so this wasn’t out of the ordinary.
You hopped from the bed and slowly walked to Wilbur’s desk. “Hey” You said softly. “Just going to the bathroom.” He smiled warmly, his insides feeling all goey at your soft voice. “Be fast love we have cats to tame!” He said loudly as you laughed. You exited his bedroom and ran to the bathroom just as Tommy’s caller ID lit up the screen.
“Since when?” You answered, getting straight to the point.
“Since always Y/N, you’ve just always been too blind to see it, that’s why I had to do my civil duty and point it out to you. let’s be real, this constant pining for each other with no result, it’s getting kind of old.” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes.
“I do not pine for Wilbur Soot” You said adamantly.
“Cmon Y/N, you’re not fooling anyone, you’ve had those big love-struck puppy dog eyes for him since you met a year ago. You just haven’t realised that he’s got 'em too.” You sighed as you plonked down on top of the toilet seat. You let out a long groan.
“Ughhhhhh, what am I gonna do?” You pleaded into the phone.
“Tell. Him.” Tommy insisted. You sighed, you knew it had to be done, now or never. You thanked Tommy for helping you realise and ended the call. You sat for a minute, stuck in your own head. Wilbur liked you, he actually liked you. All those sleepless lovesick nights, they were all worth it. You let out a squeal of excitement before you collected your thoughts, and flushed the toilet. You exhaled and walked back to Wilburs room. You had a plan.

“Will! When I was in the bathroom I was wondering if we could make some progress on our server” You said softly, grabbing onto the sleeve of his jumper. He practically melted in his chair at your sweet voice, and he knew he couldn’t say no. “Uh, hey guys, Y/N and I are gonna go make some progress on our world before our next video” They all said their goodbyes as you smiled at Wilbur. That smile he had loved for the last year. You skipped over to the bed and loaded up your shared world. You both left the VC as your phone screen dinged with a text from Tommy.
Big T: Good luck ;) x
You read it and playfully sighed, a smile lighting up your face. Will actually liked you. it was like a dream come true. About 5 minutes into the game, you put your plan into action.
“Hey Wilbur, will you come put your Minecraft bed next to mine pleaseee” You whined. Whenever he put them together in a game, it would send butterflies rampant in his stomach. He giggled and responded with a 'sure’. As he was crafting a bed, you crafted a sign and ran upstairs to your Minecraft bed. Next to it, you placed a sign that simply read:
'I like you too <3’
You nervously waited to see his character come upstairs. once he did, he saw you sitting on the bed, with a sign where his bed should be. He walked over and read it slowly. As he did, it felt like every bad thing he ever felt had gone away, his insides were practically melting and his heart rate quickened. He swiftly turned around in his chair, disbelief painted on his face, to see you already looking at him. There was a beat of silence. Then another. And another. you started to believe neither of you would say anything. That was up until Will dashed from his chair, quickly walking over to you. You barely had time to stand up before his hand was on your waist and his lips were on yours. You fit together like puzzle pieces, lips moving in sync. Everything you’d ever wanted for the last year, was right here. Wilbur was finally yours, and you were his.

Mon, 01 Mar 2021 01:59:39

Mcyt Masterlist

Hello! This is my Masterlist, rules etc. for the Mcyts.

✩Who i write for✩

p! Tommyinnit x reader

Wilbur soot x reader (pls request i love him)

p!TubboLive x reader

p!RanbooLive x reader

♦︎Writing rules♦︎

p! for mcyts that are uncomfortable with shipping, these are still real ppl with boundaries. Absolutely no smut for minors (obviously). I pretty much write anything else: angst, fluff, platonic, gore etc. i rlly dont mind, try not to go in too heavy though. i think thats pretty much it! Happy requesting <3

♥︎Tommyinnit♥︎

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Sun, 28 Feb 2021 23:35:28

someone PLEASE give me ideas on how to organise my tumblr (and my life) how would i go abt separating the rules for each fandom requests, all my requests, my masterlist, my side master lists aaaAhhhh

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Sun, 28 Feb 2021 22:27:11

also i now write for wilbur soot!! he is such a babe n i luv him sm

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Tue, 23 Feb 2021 03:38:39

send in wilby soot n tommy innitlad requests

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Sun, 09 Jan 2022 18:59:00

WHAT!!! this is so insane to me!! thank you guys so much for 1k! i’m so glad people like my writing enough to follow

how should i celebrate?

Wed, 02 Jun 2021 22:14:45

Sick- Wilbur Soot x Reader

Word count: 1k

Request:hey gurlllll!

I was hoping for a Wilbur x reader imagine where reader is behind the camera on one of Wilbur streams bc there Ill so he is keeping an eye on her, but something happens so they pass out and Wilbur panics and end stream nd stuff love your. Work !!!

A/N: this has some sickening fluff

Ah, Anaemia- a great plague to your existence. You’d had anaemia since you were young, you’d always been pale and fatigued, but everyone assumed it was from your lack of sleep, nobody thought something deeper was going on. Until your mum took you to the doctor. It was a manageable condition, of course it was, but if you’re as forgetful as you are, it’s often hard to keep track of your iron intake. You were prone to fainting- it wasn’t very often, but it was enough for Will to keep a watchful eye on you, especially if you hadn’t eaten all day.

You were sat on his bed, soaking up the warmth of the covers. You’d gotten sick recently, nothing too bad but enough to keep you in Wilburs bed indefinitely. He was streaming Geoguessr, and insisted on keeping an eye on you due to your sickness. It was hitting about 1 am, the usual for you two, night owls. You hadn’t been able to stomach much all day except some terrible mushroom soup Will made, you appreciated the effort though. You decided you could probably stomach some toast. You’d just heard Will guess correctly in Geoguessr and he yelled in excitement. You rolled your eyes with a smile on your lips before throwing the covers from yourself. Immediately the cold hit, your body not being used to it after spending all day curled up in the blanket. You broke out in goosebumps as you shivered a little bit. You still saw Will’s gleeful face as you threw your legs over the side of the bed. That seemed to be the last thing you saw though, because as soon as you stood up, your vision started to go spotty and static, and you could practically feel your legs crumble underneath you. Without being able to get a word out to Will, your body hit the wooden surface of the bedroom with a thud.

Wilburs head shot in your direction as he heard the thud of the floorboards.

“(Y/N)!” He immediately threw his headset off and ran over to you, kneeling down instantly. In classic Wilbur fashion, like he does every time, he completely overreacted to your fainting spell. Within seconds you had regained consciousness and could hear Wilbur freaking out. Your head throbbed, you fell hard. You lay your hand on Wilburs arm to calm him, and at the sight of movement, he immediately ceased talking. He lay a soft hand on your cheek, staring at you like you were a doll. You’d told him multiple times that this happens sometimes and your usually fine, but it always scares him. He just couldn’t bare the thought of losing you. And he knew he wasn’t being rational, because you were fine every time, but he couldn’t help but worry. You gave him a soft smile as you sat up with your arms.

“What were you trying to do? You know you’re sick right now and I could’ve just gotten whatever you just RISKED your life for” He definitely emphasized that bit. It made you giggle.

“Becauseeee, you were streaming and I didn’t want to disturb you” Simultaneously both your eyes went wide. He was still streaming. You burst out laughing as Will asked one last time if you were alright, to which you gave a nod, before rushing to his stream. The chat was going absolutely wild because, what the fuck just happened?? He put his headset back on and looked into the camera, he was red and flushed.

“I am so sorry for the sudden leave chat, my… girlfriend is sick right now, and she thought it would be a good idea to overexert herself” He was very hesitant to mention his girlfriend to the stream, as they didn’t even know he had one. He preferred his private life private, but he absolutely couldn’t think of a good explanation for what had just happened.

“I DIDNT OVEREXERT MYSELF I JUST STOOD UP” You shouted, laughing, from your position on the bed. His chat, which about 5 minutes ago was filled with stans on the verge of calling 999, was now incredibly relieved, but also thoroughly surprised. His chat instantly filled up with requests to see his elusive girlfriend. To be honest, he thought they’d give a much worse reaction to the fact he had a girlfriend. It made him smile a little.

“You guys wanna see her?” He smiled, looking in your direction to check if it was okay. You smiled back, which was all he needed. He immediately ran over to the bed and grabbed you bridal style to show the stream. He couldn’t resist a chance to show you off to anyone. You giggled so loudly before shouting,

“No please I’m sick” in a dramatic manner whilst throwing your hand atop your head. He held you like you were his prized possession and looked at you admiringly.

“She’s still gorgeous even if she is sick, right chat?” He glanced towards his screen before looking back at you. He carefully put your feet to the floor and let you sit on his gaming chair. “My deepest apologies chat but I am going to have to end this stream, no way am I letting them pass out again” He smiled whilst reading some of the nice comments from his stream. He closed StreamLabs and stopped his stream before looking at you with such a dad look.

“What?” You said adorably before you both laughed. He picked you up again bridal style, eliciting a small scream from you.

“You are getting back in bed, and I am getting you some food” He said sternly, and you knew there was no point arguing.

“Can you get snacks and we can cuddle my sickness away?” You pouted. He broke out in a smile of adoration as he lay you onto the bed.

“Of course” He kissed your forehead gently and started walking to the kitchen. You couldn’t help feeling bad that you interrupted Wilbur’s stream, but at least you didn’t have to keep hiding your relationship. You smiled and turned on your favourite show, impatiently waiting for Will’s return.

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Mon, 31 May 2021 05:15:16

One Year Anniversary Special

Dream Smp Headcanons: Where they like to leave their marks

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

Warnings: Suggestive themes and ideas

ART CREDITS:

@fridaydev-draws: George, Wilbur, Sapnap

@victory-is-here: Dream XD

@abovenyx: Quackity

More pictures to be added!

Dream:

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

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

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

~~~

Technoblade:

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

~~~
Phil

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

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

~~~

Fundy:

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

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

~~~

Slimecicle

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

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

~~~

Foolish:

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

~~~

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

Sun, 02 Jan 2022 20:08:20

Phantom of the Opera: Part 4: FINAL

(Technoblade x Reader x Wilbur)

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

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

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

“Are we doing the right thing, Schlatt?”

“You’ve got a better idea”

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

“Give the order.”

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

“How will I know…sir?”

“You’ll know.”

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

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

“My men are now in position, sir.”

“Go ahead, then.”

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

“I’m here: The Phantom of the Opera.”

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

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

“But, Mr. Soot-”

“No "buts!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Master?” Passarino called helplessly,

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why would you think anything else my Siren?”

___

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But why?”

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

“Phil. Thank you.”

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

—

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

“I know my dear.”

“It’s gonna hurt your feelings.”

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

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

“I know, I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.”

“Wil it’s useless…”

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

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

Wilbur whimpered, “Just let me see her…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For pity’s sake, (Y/n), say no!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Two seconds…Please I just…”

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

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

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

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

“Phil…”

“Hurry mate. We don’t have time.”

—

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

“Afternoon Wil.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I very much-”

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

“(Y-Y/n) a shirt please!”

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

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

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

NSFW BEGINS

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

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

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

“I live to please our lady wife.”

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

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

“Ass.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You did say she was bad today.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s not exactly fair-”

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

“Fuck yes!”

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

“Opera.”

“That’s our girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The little voyeur.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmhm…all cause of you.”

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

“you still think you can take Wilbur.”

“Hmhm.”

“You’re amazing.”

“I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NSFW END

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

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

END

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Tue, 24 May 2022 15:04:06

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…”

Mon, 16 May 2022 23:19:05

Phantom Of The Opera: Chapter 2

(Techno x Reader x Wilbur)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But we have no cast!”

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

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

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

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

“It’s not amusing!” Quackity grunted,

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

“Where is she?

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

“No! I mean Miss Daae, where is she?”

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

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

“Of course not!” Schlatt snapped harshly,

“She’s not with you, then?”

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

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

“Ah, welcome back!”

“Your patron-where is he?”

“What is it now?” Wilbur groaned,

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

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

“Of course not!”

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

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

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

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

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

“May I see her?”

“No, sir, she will see no one.”

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

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

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

“Can you believe this?”

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

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

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

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

“This isn’t going to end well.”

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

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

—

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

“Do you think that’s wise, man?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your role is silent, toad!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pandemonium strikes.

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

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

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

“Why have you brought us up here?”

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

“We must return my dear.”

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/n) he killed Dream!”

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

“What you heard was a dream.”

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

“(Y/n)…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know I do.” Wilbur breathed,

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

“And?”

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

“Songbird, I love you!”

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

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

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

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

~~~

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Mon, 09 May 2022 21:41:54

Dream Smp Masterlist

Masterlist for all my Dream SMP Stories:

☁-Angst

❆-Fluff

⚘ -Smut

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Technoblade x Reader:

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

Wilbur Soot x Reader:

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

Philza Minecraft x Reader:

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

Karlnapity x Reader:

Time Travel is A Tricky Business❆

Fundy x Reader

Little Fox❆

Platonic Ranboo x Reader:

Slumber Party❆

Platonic Tommyinit x reader:

C!Jschlatt x Reader:

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

Family SBI x Reader:

Little Hope❆

Dream Smp Headcanons:

Here is the link to the musical if anyone is interested
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Mon, 09 May 2022 20:44:45

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.

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.”

—

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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