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The Blade - Techno x Reader

Request: i love your writing so much and would love if you could write Techno and Y/N? Like Y/N maybe is new to the whole PvP thing so Techno is teaching them?

This is such a good idea, also thank you! One Technoblade comin’ right up!

Genre: who knows really. 

Warnings: violence talk, weapons, war talk a little as well, some talk of gore and blood and such. If I miss anything, let me know!

Characters: Technoblade, bit of Wilbur, Y/N

“Keep your stance,” Technoblade barked at Y/N, who immediately fixed their stance with haste. “Good. Now, make sure you’re holdin’ your axe in a comfortable way. You need to actually FEEL the power that surges through your weapon. You’re either with your weapon, or you’re as good as dead.”

Y/N blinked a few times, holding their axe in different ways to get a feel for what was best. After a minute or so, they finally found what was most comfortable. No matter how they held it, the weight was awkward, and the wooden handle was rough. If they weren’t careful, splinters were not only possible, but very likely. “Okay, Techno, what next?”

Techno folds his arms over his chest, staring down at them. “Well, let’s see how good a swing you’ve got. You may be good at swingin’ a sword, but the axe is much different in comparison. I’m not allowin’ any of us to use a sword, since it’s easy to hit allies in the middle of a war. With an axe, you get better crits, and you also don’t risk hittin’ anyone you don’t mean to.” The hybrid took his own axe, going through how to properly swing the weapon. 

Y/N, although a bit slower in contrast, swung well. The weight of the diamond axe was still uncomfortable for them, but they would soon get used to it. They had to. 

After what felt like an eternity but was only really an hour and a half, Techno turned to Y/N with a big grin. “Ready to try and take me on, Y/N?” He joked. Y/N nudged him playfully with an elbow, sitting down in the grass beneath them. 

“Definitely not. I could always train with Wilbur for that, since I’m closer to his level than to yours.” 

The two looked at the male mentioned, who was chopping some wood while singing about out. “You may be right,” Techno replied, laughing quietly as Y/N glares teasingly. 

That was Y/N’s first, as well as last, time training.

Until Then - Sapnap x Reader

Theme: so following the trend of angsty breakup.... it’s Sapnap’s turn~~

Warnings: general angst, breakup stuff y’know? If I miss anything, lemme know.

Characters: Sapnap, Y/N

“I never fell out of love with you,” Sapnap explained. Y/N sat across from him at the dining room table, their expression unreadable as their soon-to-be ex-boyfriend spoke. “Don’t get me wrong, I want to keep being with you.”

Just before this, Y/N had been working on schoolwork, when their boyfriend came in with a downturned head and a sigh. Automatically, they had known something was up.

“So then what is it?” Y/N asked calmly, although on the inside, they were cracking. They’d always been good at masking emotions, because they’d learned that it was best to be calm. Let people say what they wanna say, and don’t sway them. Don’t make them feel bad.

They wanted to cry.

“It’s... I don’t know. Maybe we started dating at the wrong time. Maybe both of us are still too young to be doing this right now. I’ve been really busy with Dream, and streaming, and it’s just... it’s a lot.” He blinks a couple of times, and Y/N can tell by his reddening eyes that this man is trying hard not to burst into tears himself.

Y/N can tell he’s being genuine.

“Okay,” They reply slowly, resting a hand on his arm. “So what we’ll do is break up, but you need to tell me now if there’s a chance. If there’s a day we’ll be ready to be together.” 

Sapnap blinks. It was that easy? Yet... 

“Yeah. No, yeah, of course, Y/N! I want to be with you so fucking bad dude, you have no idea. So as soon as both of us are ready and want to be with each other, we can.”

“Then I’ll wait for you.” Y/N gives him a bittersweet smile and stands, hands shaky as they swallow back the lump in their throat. Now wasn’t the time to cry. “Anyway, I should probably go back home. I’ll text you when I get there.” 

Sapnap walks them to the door, watching Y/N get into their car. “Drive safe.” 

Remember? - Platonic Ranboo x Reader

Request: a formal request for Ranboo angst.

A/N: fair enough. sobs 

Theme: you wanted angst? I’ll give you angst. Cry.

Warnings: general angst and repeated words, buuuut if I miss something lemme know.

Characters: c!Ranboo, Y/N

If only he could remember what he'd done.

Maybe then Y/N wouldn't be cowering. Flinching at the sight of him.

"What did I do?" When his long-time friend wouldn’t answer, he took a few steps back and sat on the ground. “Y/N, please...” 

Y/N turned their head and hid their face, because as much as they would have loved to say that nothing had happened... they couldn’t. Not again. The amount of times that Y/N had played off Ranboo’s random outbursts and lapses in memories as him just sleepwalking was too many to count. Even worse, these episodes had become more and more frequent.

Awkwardly and slowly, Ranboo made his way closer to his friend, who just glared in such a sad way that tears pricked at the enderman hybrid’s eyes. It stung. Maybe he deserved it. Y/N had never looked at him this way.

“Don’t come any closer.” 

Ranboo stopped in his tracks, holding up his hands in a surrender. “I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t even know what you did.” 

Ranboo wiped at his eyes, which only stung more. Don’t get worked up. Please don’t get worked up. Don’t do it don’t do it don’tdoitdon’tdon’tdon’tdo-

He felt like he was floating, suspended in nothing but darkness. Where was Y/N? Where was the grass, the grass he always liked? Where did the flowers go? Where was everything?

He tried his hardest to shout, but his pleas were silenced, his words cut short.

And on the other end, Y/N slowly inched away from the Ranboo who wasn’t stuck. Who wasn’t pleading endlessly and silently for anyone to help him. 

Y/N could never forget the purple glow that had enveloped the once red and green of his eyes, which matched the telltale glow of his enchanted axe. 

There’s nothing I can do for you, Ranboo.

They ran, for that was the only thing they could do anymore.

Okay For The Moment - SBI

Request: brotherly Techno/Wilbur and/or Tommy/Wilbur

A/N: I extended this to be entirely SBI because I just :waah: I love they. But! Now that you’ve gotten me in an angst mood, this will be EXTREMELY bittersweet.

Theme: family fluffy :)

Warnings: none, I think. If I miss any, let me know.

Characters: c!Techno, c!Wilbur, c!Tommy, and c!Phil

“We’ll put spruce in, yeah?” Phil turned to his sons, who all sat in a little circle. Tommy had asked Techno to put a little braid in his hair like Techno’s, so that’s what the piglin hybrid was currently doing. It was slightly difficult with how short the youngest usually had his hair chopped, but Techno made it work nonetheless.

“Spruce is so overused though,” Wilbur complained, leaning back on his hands to watch his father, who was building a bigger house to accommodate the four of them. 

“I quite like it,” Tommy chimed in, trying his best to stay still while Techno worked carefully.

“There you go again!” Wilbur rolled his eyes playfully. “Such a suck-up.” 

Tommy’s mouth gaped open, his brows furrowed. “I’m not a suck-up, you just have no taste! I bet you like acacia wood, you idiot!”

Phil stopped to look at his sons again, one eyebrow quirked up, an amused smile dancing it’s way across his lips. “Well, we’re going with spruce anyway, since it’s the easiest wood to get around here, and it’s fits nicely. If you want a house with different wood, you can make one of your own, surely. Be my guest,” He challenged. 

Wilbur knew better than to challenge the skill that his father had in building. He simply nodded. Phil went back to placing wood, taking a few steps back, and looking at the build from further away to make sure it looked okay.

“There ya go,” Techno finally mumbled. Tommy sprang up, rushed over to the pond, and looked at his reflection for a long moment, before running back over to Techno and tackling him in a bear hug. “Tommy, chill out a little. It’s just a braid.” 

“I look fuckin’ cool man! I’m just like you now!” Tommy let go only to run over to Phil, hands on his hips. “Phil, lookit me! I’m gonna be like Techno someday! This is just the start, got it?”

Phil looked over his shoulder, smiling gently. “It looks nice. You did a good job Techno.” 

“Can you do me one next, Techno?” Wilbur sat up, looking over to his brother, who smiled. 

“Sure. C’mere.”

“But Techno, that’s our thing now!” Tommy exclaimed.

“It can be Wilbur’s thing too, Tommy.” Techno gave the blonde a patient smile, and Tommy’s little attitude diffused almost immediately. 

“Y’know what? Okay. But we look better.” 

If only it could stay this way forever.

Texts, Returned - Sapnap x Reader

Request: you can’t keep me hanging with that Sapnap one, make another pls >:(

A/N: >:) I had it planned already mwahaha.

Theme: the calm after the storm y’all, here’s a bit of fluff to keep you guys satiated

Warnings: none. If I miss anything though, lmk

Characters: Sapnap, Y/N

They moved on for a while. Sometimes, Y/N saw something that reminded them of him, but other than that it was smooth sailing. It was a mutual thing. They focused themselves on life, but of course, that promise stuck with both of them. 

Sapnap’s career continued to grow, his influence bigger the more he did. He was dedicated, that was for sure. He’d finally gotten to a point where he felt comfortable. He was doing so well. 

Y/N it’s Sapnap. Wondered if you wanted to go to like.... idk McDs or smth. lemme know. 

Although the two had texted fairly regularly still even after the split, they hadn’t actually seen each other since then, so this was new. 

Sure, I’ll go get MacDons w u. 

So here they were, across the table from each other, each with their own meal as they talked. 

Y/N didn’t look up from their fries as they spoke, “Heard you’re doing really well right now. I’m proud of you, Sap.” They smiled to themself, popping another fry in their mouth. 

“Hell yeah. Heard the same for you. Doing well in school, all that shit. It’s good. I’m really happy for you.” Sapnap looks up from his burger, over at Y/N. “Anyway, I bet you’re wondering why I invited you here.” 

Y/N nodded, finally looking up from their meal.

“Well, I wanted to let you know that I’m in a good spot. I can’t say anything for you but it looks like you’re doing super well too. And... I dunno, maybe we can keep our promise. I’ve been thinking a lot about you this whole time, y’know? I just-”

“You’re saying you want to try again now that we seem a bit more ready for it,” Y/N interrupted.

“Yeah.” Sapnap chuckled, rubbing his hands together. “I just think that we’re both like... ready for it now, y’know? Obviously, if you don’t think so, we can wait longer. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

“Sap! Chill a little. I don’t want you to get worked up.” They smiled sweetly. “I think now is the perfect time to start again.” 

Something That Used To Be - Revivebur x Reader

A/N: this is just very self-indulgent. teehee.

Theme: angsty, oh so very angsty.

Warnings: overall angst, in-depth talk of death, and maybe some gore mention. If I miss anything lemme know!

Characters: Revivebur, Y/N, some past c!Wilbur bits if you squint.

“Did you miss me?”

The moment Y/N heard that voice, that damned voice, they basically shut themselves in to avoid him at all costs. As much as they would have liked to believe that that was the same Wilbur they’d loved once... something was off. Honestly, it could have just been the stench of death that lingered on the man that was throwing Y/N off, but for some reason they believed it was more than that. 

But, of course, no matter how much you avoid something, you’re never fully free of them.

Y/N had had enough of staying inside. Maybe Revivebur had better things to do. They made a trip back to where Revivebur had appeared. Where Wilbur had died. 

“You’re not gonna get away from me, Y/N!” Chasing after his lover, he laughed. Y/N was laughing along with him as they ran to get away.

“Yeah right, Wilbur! Eat my dust!”

Revivebur caught Y/N sitting in the space he’d come from initially after getting on that train. He’d only been passing by to get a look of the mess he’d made. Part of him felt bad. He knew what he’d done to them. To their love. He could remember somewhat clearly. Not only did he destroy what had once been home, but he destroyed their love along with it. 

He spun around, eyes wide. Gone was the man Y/N had known. This was not their lover. “Look, Y/N. Look! There’s so much wrong with this place. We can escape somewhere safe, Y/N.”

They shook their head and slowly made their way to the door. “No. I’m not going to sit here and watch you obsess over watching this place burn. You lived here the same as I. You can’t pretend that our home is all bad.” 

“Our home?” Wilbur scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “This isn’t a home anymore, Y/N.” 

He shook his head. Now wasn’t the time. Y/N was looking directly at him as if they’d said something to him.

“What was that?” He blinked a few times, to bat away the rest of his thoughts from his vision. He now had their undivided attention.

“Were you afraid? After you died, were you afraid of where you’d ended up? Tommy... I know his limbo was different than yours and all, but I would assume it would have still been horrible for you. Even just... even just dying would have been horrible...” They blinked a few times. Revivebur could have sworn he saw tears.

“It’s not all bad, y’know,” He mumbled to them.

“Now you’re lying.”

“I may be,” He said with a slight chuckle, “but wouldn’t it be better to believe in that lie, than to know the truth?”

Y/N went quiet for a while, thinking about it. “I... I dunno. Maybe. I guess it’s better to lie to some, but... you’ve never lied to me before.”

“That’s the thing about being revived, Y/N. Death takes your best qualities and puts them in someone else of your image. Ghostbur was all the good parts about me that I’m not anymore. He got off that train, and I got on.” Revivebur sat beside Y/N, but not too close. He knew that they had been hiding from him. They were scared of him. “I remember it well, asking for Phil to kill me. Begging even. I remember his hesitation, before finally he ended it all. Blood pooling in my mouth, everything fading, before I was taken to that station limbo of mine. I don’t think anyone told you that bit. You’d already fled, and nobody told you how I died, just that I did.” 

“Nobody told me,” Y/N confirmed.

Revivebur clicked his tongue and nodded. “Right. But I had asked Phil to kill me. My own father. I must have scarred him horribly. But I’m getting off track. What I was trying to say is that when I had destroyed this place, I felt bad. I felt so bad that I didn’t want to live with myself anymore. But now that Ghostbur and I are different people, different existences... I don’t feel it anymore. I don’t really feel bad anymore. But... admittedly, I do still hold some fondness for you, Y/N.” 

He gave his best smile to his old partner, but Y/N just shook her head. 

“I can’t say the same right now. I wish I had died, so I wouldn’t have to deal with this heart-wrenching sick feeling I have around you,” They replied bitterly, before tossing a blue orchid onto a little shrine that Revivebur hadn’t noticed before. A shrine for Ghostbur.

Y/N walked away.

Only One - Dream x Reader

A/N: again with self indulgent stuff lolz. This hurts. Owie ouch fuck anyway this is basically a universe where instead of just. hiding in the toilet... Dream actually escaped lolz

Theme: angst again. If I’m not happy none of you can be either.

Warnings: HAHAHA DEATH AGAIN GUYS, strong language, just very very intense angst rn teehee

Characters: c!Dream, Y/N

The alarm went off, but neither Y/N nor the people they sat with knew what that meant. It came from the prison, right? Honestly, most of the people that Y/N was with knew what they implied. Sam hadn’t told many people. 

It could mean something bad, but it could also mean a false alarm. Up until the point where word got around that Dream had escaped. 

Escaped? But that prison was so high security, how could he have...? 

It didn’t take long for the hushed whispers to become full-on panic. Perfect for Dream, right? Exactly.

He snuck in through Y/N’s window at night, while they were reading in bed. Their cat meowed softly beside them, but that was the only noise that Y/N could hear. Dream had gotten to be pretty good at being quiet, which put Y/N at the immediate lower hand. 

“It’s your fault, did you know?” He asked from the darkness. Startled, Y/N looked up, then around frantically. They reached for the chest that held their axe, when- “There’s no point. I came in here earlier and took your axe.”

“What do you want..?” They drew their arm back. Of course Dream would take anything they could use to defend against him. “And what do you mean it’s my fault? If you mean you being locked up, then you’re mistaken.” 

“No. No, I mean the deaths. All those people you could have saved, and you let them die,” Dream hissed. “I’m here to send you far, far away. Into your own Hell.” He stepped out of the shadows, the cracks in his mask more prominent from the soft light of a torch. 

“They’re not my fault.” They stood to face him, but the soft glint of a sword at Dream’s side made them falter slightly. They knew how this would end. Still, they had things to say.

“If they aren’t your fault, then whose? Hm?” He cocked his head to the side quizzically and pulled his mask up to rest on the top of his head. His grin was borderline maniacal, and his eyes were alight with a fury that Y/N hadn’t seen in a long time. Dream took their silence as an answer. “Exactly. And that’s why I’m here.” He raised his sword to strike.

“You loved me once,” They exclaimed quickly to stall for time. Maybe someone would come for them. To check on them. Someone. 

Dream’s stance loosened for a moment, his dulling slightly. He knew all too well that he had. The two had been so close. They’d been a good match once upon a time. 

Y/N continued. “You and I loved each other. We... we were perfect.” They put their hands up as a surrender, before they quickly dove under their bed and grabbed a backup axe from a chest underneath. They popped back up on the other side with their axe ready. 

“Ah, I see. You plan to kill me instead, right?” 

Y/N didn’t say anything, breathing heavily. 

“Fine.” Dream opens his arms wide, challenging Y/N to take a strike. “Go ahead, my love.” 

Of course, Y/N was foolish enough to try. He didn’t have any armour, so it would be a quick shot, right? Wrong. The axe hardly did anything to him. It barely scratched him.

“Wha-?” 

Dream immediately struck the dumbfounded Y/N with the handle on his sword, knocking them to the floor. “I know, right? It’s not even human how little your axe does to me. Lemme tell you something.” He grabbed them by the hair to make them look up at him, his expression cocky and full of pride. “All the torture I endured from Quackity made me tough. The longer it went on, the harder it was for him to hurt me. And now you? You get to die knowing you could do nothing to me.”

He threw them back to the floor and held his sword high again, before letting it drive it’s way straight through his ex-lover. 

Tears stained their cheeks. In their last few minutes, they pulled the sword from their midsection, stood, and held onto Dream. “If I die, so do you. You can’t break our spirits from here on out. No more reviving, just natural and permanent death.” They positioned the sword at Dream’s back, and with all the rest of their strength, drove it right through the both of them. “I love you, Dream,” They added shakily in their last breaths, “always have.” 

Spooky - Ghostbur x Ghost!Reader

This is very short unfortunately bc I have like no motivation but happy halloween :D

Theme: fluffy ghost antics :D

Warnings: none, I think. If I miss anything, let me know!

Characters: Ghostbur, ghost!Y/N

Being a ghost wasn’t all bad. Halloween on the server was the perfect time to scare people, and Y/N and Ghostbur were quite good at it. To the point where most people would warn others to beware of the duo.

This Halloween, the two ghosts had dressed Friend up with a sheet that had two holes poorly cut into for eyes and a sharpie-mouth smile underneath. They were leading Friend around, moving things from chest to chest, hiding people’s belongings. Of course, this wasn’t their best work, they were just warming up. The entire day was spent messing around with people, playing around with Friend, and once it started to get darker they started to actually scare people. Some people were easy to scare, such as Niki or Ranboo, while others were very tough to scare but eventually they found a weakness, like Sam or Phil. Although, with Sam, they just needed a cat for him to be running the other way. They’d forgotten how creepers were with cats.

After a successful day of scaring and pranking, the two and their blue companion laid down, exhausted, underneath a big tree. 

“I think we scared more people than the year prior,” Ghostbur said happily, petting Friend lightly after taking the sheet off. “I’m really glad we got to do this, Y/N.” 

The other smiled and nodded. “Yeah! It’s really fun to hang out with you, Ghostbur. You’re like my best friend.”