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❤ Little Flame

[2900+]

[he/him pronouns]

Description: The demonic kingdom of Ouphara is your home, as the prince should know no other. But now that home is full of a bunch of stuffy old humans. You'll tolerate them though, only because your precious twin flame BadBoyHalo is with them. (Badboyhalo x male reader)

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{《☆》}

You lounge across your older sisters bed, her annoying highness sitting at her dresser as she applied some of the human makeup she recently took a liking to.

"I don't get why we even need to host the festival when we could've had one at the overworld like we usually do." You said, vocally complaining as you have been for the last half hour.

"The council said a festival would help human relations. We want them as allies, remember." She put extra emphasis on 'allies'.

"Besides," she adds on. "Your Twin Flame will he there, is he not? Sir Halo?"

You brighten up instantly, remembering your little flame's letter about coming to visit. He even provided his dressing colours, to match. "He is. Arriving with the humans and leaving a day after the Archangels." Exactly 13 days.

Your sister nodded in approval. Anna and Bad had always had an odd and complicated relationship, leaning towards hate-filled respect for one another. You aren't very sure when or how it started, just that it did. If Bad hadn't stayed at least a week, Anna would use it as an excuse to ban him from the kitchen for his entire life.

"Now, Y/N, when the humans get here you'll be on your best behaviour, you hear me?" She very much threatens you. Then in a quieter but still warning tone, she whispers. "We don't want a repeat of your 7th Circle dance when you-"

"I will literally choke you in your sleep, ᓭ⍑⚍ℸ ̣ ⚍!¡ Anna!" You yell, your eyes shine with magic even if you'd never actually hurt her.

Anna rolls her eyes, (e/c) just like yours and just like your mothers were. She stands with practised grace, smoothing out wrinkles on her suit. It's one of your mother's old ones, her favourite at one point if you recall correctly.

"Both the humans and the Nephilim should be arriving soon." Anna reminds you. "So hurry down unless you want to miss your little flame."

You fall back against the bed as she leaves, mind filled with ideas of how your reunion could go. He'll walk through the entrance in his dazzling suit with his charming and shy smile and you'll be waiting there for him. Bad would run up to you, his beautiful smile spread wide over his face. When you lean down, pressing your horns together and sharing your flames for the first time in months.

You almost trilled in delight at the thought.

The idea spurred you to dress quicker, excited for your reunion. You hurried past servants who nodded in respect before you left.

You could feel him getting closer, but so was another, smaller, piece of his flame. In the body of another, vaguely human body.

You floated down the stairs, tucking your wings under your cloak. Your sister was already there, greeting early arrivals with an easy smile.

You bounced on your heels, glancing over the shoulder of every person you greeted. Bad and his mini were close, close enough that you should've been able to see him already. He was shorter than you but not that short.

Anna gives you a 'suck-to-suck' look over a diplomats shoulder as you pout. But then she starts grinning. With an amused smirk, she nods to something behind you.

You turn around and see a human-sized Bad walking through the main entrance.

Shrinking wasn't something you usually (or at all) did but if Bad wanted to be tiny you'd play along. You may be a bit enthusiastic about throwing your human-sized self at Bad but he catches you anyway.

"Wha-?" Your little flame was so confused it was adorable.

"Little flame," You trill happily. Knocking your hornless head against his is odd in human form but you hope it still holds the same meaning. "I've missed you!"

Even in human form, you are taller than him, leaning down so that he can knock heads back. Your darling twin flame pulls away after a second, looking over at a tiny gaggle of humans who watch you two with odd eyes.

A tiny human, albeit taller than Bad, was the one who held a piece of Bad's flame. They wore a white headband and a shirt with a flame on it. They looked young with scrappy bits of hair on their jaw.

You gasped, immediately realizing what it meant. You warble excitedly, a strange noise from a human body you're sure, and head to them. They step back but cannot stop your hugging abilities.

"A nestling! Oh, how adorable~!" You cooed, keeping your face soft and comforting. You turn to Bad, your nestling safely tucked into your wing.

He sighs fondly, waving a hand at the humans who had drawn their weapons. "Y/N drop Sapnap."

"But- he's our nestling! A baby flame!" You whined, scratching at your nestling's hair. They melt into it, leaning onto you heavily.

"Sapnap is an adult in human years, Y/N." Bad tries. When he sees it got him nowhere, he tries again. "And he hasn't eaten so if you don't let him go, he can't eat. Then you'll be hurting him."

You squawk in protest, instantly letting your nestling go. Sapnap stumbles back, blinking like an upset child. He looks like he'll try to stumble back over to you before he seems to shake it off.

"What... was that?" A masked human asks. He looks as young as your nestling... "Who are you?"

Bad steps over to you, knocking your heads together briefly. They have a small, shy smile, the one you love so dearly. "This is Y/N, he's my, oh what's the human word... um, soulmate? Yes! Y/N is my soulmate!"

They all seem to blink at the news. Then Sapnap, 'your nestling,' a part of you cooed, starts smiling widely.

"You actually exist!" He laughs. "I thought Dad was just crazy for a while but you're actually real!"

Then he pauses, his face going soft. "So... You're my... other dad? Patér? Baba?"

"You can call me whatever you'd like, baby flame." You may intentionally soothe them with your flame. A nestling's instinct calm near their blood flames. Sapnap is like putty, slinking over to your side slowly.

"Y/N!" Bad yells, startling people around you.

You pout, pulling back. The humans seemed to feel it too and shook it off slowly. "Can we head to the kitchen now? Baby Flame needs to eat."

Bad glances at the rest of the humans. "We have to bring all of my friends."

You frown. Your nestling nods along though so you sigh. "Okay, bring the humans along. But they can't touch anything."

"We won't." The masked one promises. They glare back at a tiny blond and an even tinier goat boy. "Ranboo keep an eye on the other two."

That isn't very reassuring.

You brush it aside, holding hands with Bad. They silently link your fingers together. You offer your flame to him, ready to share in its sacredness even if only for a second.

Bad glanced back at the humans who were trailing you and pulled away. You frowned down at the ground. Well fine then, if he wanted to be like that you'd ignore him too.

Sapnap blinked up at you, still close to your side "So, are you really 12 feet tall?"

You started grinning widely. "Oh, baby flame, I'm 13'7 feet tall."

"That is so cool!" He bounced on his feet. "That's even taller than Dad."

You laughed, "Of course I am! Bad is tiny, even compared to the ᔑ∷ᓵ⍑ᔑリ⊣ᒷꖎᓭ ."

In front of you Bad flushed. You used to constantly tease his short stature but you had also assured him you loved it. But that was of course before he travelled to the overworld.

The half-half one tilted their head at you, eyes wide though that was a permanent condition of most Enders. He looked even younger than your baby flame, you almost wanted to coo. "⊬⍜⎍ ⌇⌿⟒⏃☍?"

"⟟ ☊⏃⋏, ⊬⟒⌇." You did coo softly. Their name was Ranboo if you recalled correctly. He was practically a nestling too, even if not yours. "⍙⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⟟⌇ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⊑⏃⎍⋏⏁⟟⋏☌, ⌰⟟⏁⏁⌰⟒ ⍜⋏⟒?"

"⌰⍜⌇⏁." Ranboo warbled, distressed particles falling off of him. "☊⏃⋏'⏁ ⍀⟒⋔⟒⋔⏚⟒⍀."

"Hey!" The tiniest human, the one with horns, glared at you. "What are you saying to him."

He was protective of the tall one, you realized quickly. How cute.

"He is confused. His memory worsens the longer he is away from the ⎅⍀⏃☌⍜⋏ ⋔⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀." You would've kept talking but you all had finally arrived at the kitchen.

The place was bustling, demon's shuffling past you with exotic foods on platters.

A plate of Enderian foods passed by and you spotted Ranboo's eyes trailing after it. You plucked off a chorus fruit, nodding in thanks to the waiter.

"Here, ⌰⟟⏁⏁⌰⟒ ⍜⋏⟒," You handed it to him with your best human smile. Ranboo didn't seem to mind your toothy grin, an excited shine in his lidless eyes.

A tiny blond human peeks out of Ranboo's side like in one of those human cartoons, watching with narrowed eyes. "What're you giving Ranboob?"

"Chorus fruit," You gesture to the plates of food still left. Despite being told not to steal food repeatedly by your sister, you picked up another chorus fruit with a wicked smile. "Try some."

The protective one snatched one too, like a little nestling hoarding food. He even had the little horns too! They shoved it in their mouths, eyes glowing purple before simultaneously they both teleported.

You and Bad snickered like nestlings. As growing flames, you'd give chorus fruit to unsuspecting diplomats. One would think precious little Bad Boy Halo wouldn't do pranks but if only they knew you had been his first target since you were nestlings.

Ranboo giggled too, already aware of what happened. The blond appeared only a few feet to the left, right next to Sapnap. But the horned one went further, seven feet away, onto a mostly empty countertop with one of their feet in human mash potatoes.

"Pff-!" The blond laughed, high pitched and loud. "Look! Your- your freaking foot!"

The horned one glared at the blond, not even lifting his foot out of the mash.

"I mean," Ranboo snickered into his hand. "You do look pretty ridiculous Tubbo."

"I will kill you in your sleep and eat your organs," Tubbo said with a sinister smile. Then they tilted their head to the golden one. "And Tommy, stop laughing at Ranboo or you'll be next."

Tommy went stock still. It was hilarious how terrified he was of someone so tiny.

"Nestling- Baby Flame!" You interrupt, calling out to Sapnap. He blinked up at you, all soft edges and warm colours. "Come eat, ʖᔑʖ|| ⎓ꖎᔑᒲᒷ ."

"And you too," You turn towards Ranboo. "Growing flames cannot feast on air."

Ranboo stares, his head tilted like a confused hell-hound. "More fruit?"

Tubbo and Tommy saddled up to Ranboo's sides. "More fruit." It wasn't a question and that probably amused you more.

You glanced to the side where the piglin and the angel stand; the angel golding up a human who looked horribly bored. "Would you like something too?"

"Yes!" The human said, pushing their glasses back.

"Wil, I don't-!"

"Shh! Don't decline the free food, birdza," Wil said happily, having already flipped Phil's cloak over their eyes. They go oddly still until the piglin sighs and flips it back over. Phil blinks rapidly like he just suddenly woke up.

"Birdza," Tommy and Tubbo whisper in unison. "Crowfather, crowfather, crowfather."

The most ironic part might be that Phil was obviously a Raven. You give Bad a look that makes him giggle, "Well, help yourself to anything."

"Are you sure we're allowed to eat this?" The pretty brown-haired human asked, peeking over Tubbo's shoulder. They had a cute little mushroom pin that matched with Sapnaps. How cute!

"Of course we can. Who's gonna tell their prince no." You wave your hand dismissively. Turning back to the counter, you pick up a platter of golden apples; safe for every species.

"What?!?" Most of them yelled even Tommy who had already shoved a golden apple in his mouth. Sapnap stared at you in disbelief. "You're a prince?"

You blink, "Yes? You didn't know this?"

"Well, you didn't tell them, you silly muffinhead!"Bad shook his head like he was any better.

"You didn't tell them either! ᒲᒷᔑリ╎ᒷ !" You pout, you sulk over to Sapnap. It's easier to force nestlings to eat than it is arguing with Bad. For someone so short, he held a lot of stubbornness. You shove the golden apples in Sapnap's face. "Eat."

He picks it up slowly, turning to the brunet. "Want one, George?"

"Sure," They shrug, unphased. They pluck it out of Sapnap's hand but it's done so easily that you're sure they've done it before. Sapnap then plucks another two golden apples off the platter. Your nestling takes a large bite out of one before he moved to hand it to the masked one. Sapnap bumps both of their shoulders and your grin widens.

You had suspected a bond! How pleased you were to be right.

Quickly the golden apples were taken until only two were left. You spotted Ranboo and his friends picking at more chorus fruit. You look toward Bad. After a second's hesitation, you hand Bad a golden apple. He looks at it, face soft but still guarded.

Slowly, scared like a skeleton cat, he held out a hand to you. With gentle movement, he pulls you closer. His human hands are rough, calloused as they rub circles into your hips. It tickles in a way, the light hold that lingers over your skin. You hardly realized human skin was that sensitive until now. Bad goes closer until your foreheads are pressed together in a way your horns would never allow, a gentle rumbling in his chest so soft that even you can barely hear it.

He doesn't say anything, just holds your waist like he's scared you'll pull away. You could if you wanted to. It's warm being held in his arms, a weird sort of warmth compared to the burning heat that powers everyone in the Nether. It feels so nice, being held. He croons softly, a childish little noise that makes your insides gooey.

"M'sorry about earlier," he mutters to you, just for you. You can feel his flames flickering in his chest, gentle as they curl around his fingertips and press into your skin. His flames cannot hurt you, you've always known, and as they spread across your skin like soft kisses you can almost hear the apology they are giving you too. "I'm still- I know we aren't growing flames anymore but I still feel like we're back in the Academy with those mean muffin heads. I'm scared even though I know they'd never... But I'm still sorry."

"It hurt when you rejected me earlier." You say, not to add to his guilt but because you're being honest. "But I know what you mean. Apology accepted, little flame."

"Not little," he mutters half-heartedly. He nuzzles his nose into yours, truly like a skeleton cat. You brush your own flame over his arm, fingers wrapped around gentle human skin as you brush swirls of flames and embers that flicker around his arm. It curls around his shoulder, invisible to everyone but you two.

Or, you suddenly realized, three. Well, Sapnap politely keeps silent about it so you let it go on for another few seconds before pulling back. Bad smiles at you, his little fangs peeking out.

"Your royal highness," A chef calls to you, flour and something unnamed dirtying her apron. "Her Majesty the Queen has asked for you and your companions to head to the dining hall. And-" she hesitates, "her majesty would like Sir Halo to know that when the festivities are over she will, uh, beat his ass in the courtyard for not saying hello to her."

You cackle in glee, excitedly clapping your hands together. "Oh what a sight that will be." Turning towards the humans, you smile widely. "Well now, let's not dawdle. Anna is what you humans call a bitch when angry!"

They follow easily, in a quiet line behind you and Bad as you hum a demonic tune to yourself. When you reach the large doors to the dining hall, propped open enough for you to spot your sister in her golden throne.

"Alright Bad, time to morph!"

The humans can hardly ask or even say anything before you and Bad start rapidly growing. Now you're sure they've seen Bad morph at least once or twice, but the way they're staring at you is a bit awkward. It's like they've never seen any other human-Esque being suddenly multiplied in height.

With a wicked grin, you stretch your wings. The leather is so uncomfortable when it sticks together so the moment cool air brushes past them, you sigh happily. "Alright, let's go!"

The humans blink before they seemingly shake it off. Sapnap grins up at you as he passes through the doors ahead of you, truly your baby flame is the cutest.

Soon it is just you and Bad. Finally, you pull him closer and knock your horns together. He trills happily, lovingly. As you pull apart, you brush a sharp nailed finger across his cheek. "Welcome back, little flame."

"Glad to be back," he says before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. It makes your flames grow soft as he pulls away with flame lit cheeks. The phantom feeling of his apple flavoured taste on your tongue makes you impatient for the dinner to end. "Let's go before Anna sends guards after us again."

"I'd freeze her if she tries," You say even as you head towards the doors. Bad rolls his eyes at you but he still links his fingers through yours.

{《☆》}

[This is my longest fic... I wrote it all in my notebook... I hate all of you /lh]

[I can't remember what I've told you guys and what I haven't but I'm back in school so free time for me is sporadic, especially since my doggo gave birth to 4 puppies. I'm mainly focusing on rewriting my outline for Distance so everything I'll post is like pre written from before I hated my plot line.]

[N e ways I did a lot of "worldbuilding" for demons while simultaneously not knowing a thing about demons. I am not a religious person. I am simply pulling things from nowhere and also Pinterest.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Michael and His Three Platonic Dads 💛

(699 words lol)

(Any but you are referred to as Dad)

Description: You are just a regular streamer that gets roped into the BeeDuo Family.

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You chewed on your pop tart, scrolling through Twitter. Things were a bit random today, with people mentioning you in a bunch of random pictures of a baby piglin. Maybe your brand was built off of your piglin-esque skin but that didn't mean you wanted your fans tagging you in every tweet mentioning the piglin they named 'Micheal.

As you scrolled through them all, you found a tweet that mentioned how this all started.

"RandomTwitterAcc @doesntexistthisisfanfic

Ranboo and Tubbo adopting Michael and then everyone just forcing @ogpiglin into the role of third father is everything"

You raise a brow. You've heard about your fellow minors who stream minecraft before. They'd gotten insanely popular, so of course you had. But you've never interacted with them before.

It's just your luck that the first time you do, it's because the fandom is forcing you to adopt their piglin child, Michael, too.

Honestly? You've had worse introductions to people. When you had first met Georgenotfound, it was going against him in chess and trash talking him the whole time.

You're friends now, but thrashing someone in a game that's being broadcasted to thousands isn't always taken well. You're just lucky that the stans didn't come after you for it.

You did have a stream in thirty minutes, maybe you could make it apart of your stream to tweet about Michael. You could "officially" adopt him while on stream. That'd probably be good enough content before you got to your actual content. Which you still hadn't decided between an old lucky block mod with interactive chat or joining random fan's realms. Decisions, decisions.

{《☆》}

In the end, lucky blocks had been too tempting. Who wouldn't want to relieve the nostalgia of their childhood?

Of course though, you had already mentally promised yourself to address the whole baby piglin situation. (And likely add gasoline to the flames)

"Hey chat!" You exclaimed loudly, the soft noise of Pigstep playing as your intro music. Chat was a mix of "hi" and "ba ba ba ba" with a few mentions of Michael. "How are you all doing today?"

You hummed along to Pigstep as you chat responds. You glance over donos and chucklewhen you realize a majority are about Michael. Yeah, it's best to get over with it.

"Alright guys! Before we get into playing Minecraft, I want to do something fun." You grin mischievously at the camera. It's not an expensive camera, nor is the rest of your set up, but it's been with you since you started streaming last year and you've gotten attached. Chat even named it a multitude of things, although the one they commonly use is nugget.

Maybe it's your fault for wrapping it in gold wrapping paper for Christmas. The name "gold nugget" just caught on and then nugget was founded. It's shorter but honestly, you've taken to calling it, lovingly, a piece of shit.

"We are going to officially adopt that one baby piglin from the Dream smp, Michael, on Twitter. Because why wouldn't we want to break Twitter?"

Chat enthusiastically cheered you on. Your mods were probably half-way close to putting it in money mode, but you just laughed and pulled up Twitter.

Techno stans me @ogpiglin

Everyone wants me to, so now I'm adopting Michael. @Ranboosaystuff and @TubbosLive we are all now Michael's dads.

{《☆》}

You giggled, almost drunkenly, a few hours later. It was almost 3am, but you were having a lot of fun. Glancing over at chat, something you hadn't done in a while, you realize chat was excitedly yelling about Tubbo and Ranboo being in chat.

"Oh?" You raise an eyebrow to chat. "Apparently my fellow dads are in chat."

"Welcome!" You spin in your chair, flinging your hands into the air before you wobbily clutch your desk to stop a few seconds later. "I should probably vip you two. Give me a second... and done!"

Instantly, the duo spams "check discord".

Getting the message to check discord, you pull it up to see a pair of friend requests from them.  Accepting instantly, you send a quick "hi".

A bit awkward. Especially since you're suddenly being roped into helping them raise Micheal in the dsmp.

{《☆》}

[I found a photo from late 2020 that reminded me that my cavetown obsession was so unhealthy that I had been in their top 1% on spotify. Twas the good ol' days, sigh.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

IT'S CLOSE ENOUGH TO

HALOOWEENENE

(ALSO DON'T PLAY THAT IN CLASS K1NG IT'S MURDER OH LORD)

ITS NOT EVEN OCTOBER YET LARX I REFUSE TO TOLERATE SUCH SEPTEMBER ERASURE

(DONT WORRY IM FREE FOR THE WEEK SO I CAN LISTEN TO AS MUCH DEPRESSING SANDMAN MUSIC AS I PLEASE)

❤ Silence Can Be Loud

Request by @monomari : "...Can I request a c!Techno x male reader? Techno had the Voices demanding blood and lost control so afterward the reader comforts him and patches him up..." [paraphrased]

[900+ words]

[He/him pronouns]

Description: You head off for some errands but by the time you get home, somethings happened to Techno. [Technoblade x M!Reader]

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Technoblade is frowning as you sift the bag on your shoulder. His voice is gruff with the lingering cold he had gotten over just a few days ago, "I don't see why you'd need to visit Tommy."

"I'm just going to drop a few things off, Techno, chill," You chuckle softly, standing on your toes (because damn it Technoblade is a very tall piglin brute) to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "I'll be back before you know it, Techno. Just get some rest, you're still getting over your cold. You need it."

"Alright," He grumbles reluctantly. He passes you a totem anyways. "Just in case."

You grin fondly. "Alright, take care now."

You can tell that Technoblade still watches you head off anyway. Even with your attempts to mollify him, he'll always be just a tad bit overprotective. It's frankly a bit adorable though, so you don't mind quite as much as you probably should.

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You're walking back to Techoblade's after a frankly chaotic evening with Tommy and Ranboo, who apologized quite a few times for taking up so much of your time. Poor boy was way too anxious all of the time. You prop the door open with your foot as you enter because the inside is a bit too warm before you notice just how trashed everything inside was.

The door falls shut behind you and you can't help but flinch at the loud thud it makes as it slams shut. You bend down to cradle a sharp piece of a vase you had made for Technoblade ages ago, more just crumbling the longer you touch it.

Technoblade. Your heart falls to your stomach as you realize that maybe someone had done this trying to hurt Technoblade, maybe trying to find you. You weren't a particularly hated individual, not by the server's standards, but you still had enemies.

"Techno! Techno, are you here! Please," Your voice feels like straight syrup pouring down your throat. That so-sweet-it's-bitter taste and the not being able to swallow. "I need you to say something."

It's quiet, so fucking quiet for just a few moments before the noise of something crashing upstairs has you sprinting to the ladder, fumbling to make your legs work and to actually move.

You feel palpable relief when you're standing at the doorway to a room so thoroughly trashed that the downstairs looks clean. You almost fall to your knees as your eyes meet Technoblade's maroon red and so pitiful eyes as they stare at you blankly. He croons softly at you, voice weak as blood marks every inch of his arms and is smeared over his chest. His face, his usually pearly white tusks, both are stained in a similar deep red.

"Oh, Techno," Your voice is a soft whisper. He croons again as you fall to your knees in front of him. "Oh, darling. I'm so sorry. Come here, dear, you're okay."

Technoblade falls towards you, all muscle mass and towering height, and you catch him just as easily as he trusts you. You brush the hair from his eyes. gently shushing his pitiful whining. You wipe at the blood on his face, "You should've told me they were being loud. I'm so sorry I wasn't here."

He nudges his nose into your cheek softly, disagreeing with a quiet chuff. You brush a hand slowly through his hair, trying not to tug too hard at the clumps that the blood has made in his hair. "You're going to be okay darling. You're safe with me, you know that dear."

"Always," He whines softly into your ear, barely legible but a good sign anyway. You nod, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. He chuffs fondly at you, pressing his eyes closed at whatever the voices have to say about you.

"We need to patch you up, Techno." You murmur softly into his scalp. He chuffs in understanding but his arms still tighten around your middle, almost childishly. "You need to let me go so I can grab the first aid kit."

Technoblade reluctantly lets go, though his eyes are on you the entire time. You tug a loose floorboard out and pull the hidden first aid kit out of the tight cranny that Technoblade had specifically created for hiding places like these. He lets out a pleased little whine when you're back in his arms, though it's a looser hold now that you're working on wrapping the wounds up.

They're mostly flesh wounds, nothing to immediately worry about, so you take the extra time to soak the bandages in regeneration. Technoblade chuffs in approval, gently pressing his head to your shoulder to bonk it in an appreciative gesture. You wipe the blood from his arms carefully as your waiting and he lets you because you are quite possibly the only person he trusts with this. With himself.

You know how hard it is for him, especially with the paranoid voices whispering in his ears, and you press a sweet kiss to his forehead, right between his brows. He nuzzles into you again and by the time you've finally wrapped up his arms, he is putty melded against your side. He tries to pull you down with him but you just giggle softly, shaking your head. "I'm not sleeping in a blood-stained bed."

Technoblade whines but lets you lead him to your room, with clean sheets and absolutely none of the blood that his room had. "There we go darling, there you go. So good for me, dear."

He whines at your loving tone, pulling you in close to nuzzle your head with absolutely no control over himself. It's adorable and you lift your head to press a fond kiss onto his lips. "Go to bed darling. I'll protect you."

Techno chuffs softly in agreement and falls asleep curled around you.

{《☆》}

[Yoooo! Welcome back gamers to today's letplay— okay yeah no. Anyways I'm gonna keep this short. Life has been eh-ish, writing schedule is fucked, but overall school is only half-way kicking my ass.]

[Anyways loves, I hope you all make your day/night a good one. Take care of yourselves, drink water and eat food and sleep 8 hours. People care for you and one day you won't need parasocial block men relationships, PEACE ♡♡♡]

[L0VE, K1NG]

Masterlist

Taglist: @creatorofstars

Sunshine ❤

[Gender-neutral]

[1069 words teehee]

Description: You, a fae of the seelie court, meets a dragon-kin with horns that shine like gold. (Technoblade x GN!Reader)

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

You are a protector of a hidden spring and secret entrance to the Faerie Realm, hand chosen by Queen Titania of the Seelie court and accepted by the old Queen Mab of the Unseelie court. You had trained since your youth, since before you had gotten the gift of wings, to become a high-rank fae in the court. You were now, though still youthful in the eyes of the court, with a strong connection to Life that granted you a thumb greener than a dryad and your magic it's own boost.

After many years of trickery for it, your position is often one filled with quick, sword drawn fights, ending in adventurers' heads laying at your feet, staining the blessed lands with their sinful blood. It is an honour, truly it is, to defend such a vulnerable point.

... However, it does sometimes get boring. You haven't had the option of stealing a name in decades and the only fae who greet you also leave within seconds. The routine had gotten too common place, too repetitive. It would ruin everything you had worked towards to give up your post so soon, especially with the high expectations from the courts, but some moments you found yourself considering it.

And blessed be by Fate, the ground rumbled with something ferocious. The cave shook and trembled, not crumbling with its blessing but shaking nonetheless and it was exhilarating. Finally, a moment of excitement. How could the might creature outside not be for you to cleanse your boredom when it come at such a convenient time.

With quick hands you grab your bow and head out of the cave. There is no sun here, not with the thick enclove of trees that hide your world from the masses. As you walk, a dragon-kin greets you. Large horn-like antlers on their head, glittering like gold. Their scales ripple down, a sunset pink that rests soft against their pale human skin.

They do not stumble or stutter in their step when they see you, just come to a smooth stop a good few feet in front of you. "Which court are you from?"

"Seelie," You answer, pleasently surprised by the question.

"May the sun shine upon you," The dipped their head, a sign of respect that had you fluttering your wings-pleased. They fix their braid, tucking pieces of hair behind their ear. "I seek refuge in the fairyland, if I may have the honor."

It's with a happy grin that you nod, "Of course. Your people are our allies, refuge is but a small gift." Gesturing for him to follow, you turn back towards the cage. Truth be told your people haven't had to accept a dragon-kin in ages for they were too strong to need refuge. For one of them to ask now, you were sure he was going to bring excitement to the world!

"So," he started, trailing off a bit. "It's a nice cave you've got here... very roomy."

You snort despite yourself, the cave can be described in many ways but never, ever in your experience, as "roomy". The dragon-kin smirks, looking awfully chuffed with himself. "Our hidden entrances are small for a reason, dragon-kin. They are meant to be hidden."

"Fair point," They huff, trails of smoke following despite the relatively high tempatures of the day. "You can call me Techno, by the way."

"Not a real name, I assume," You grinned, looking back over your shoulder with a sharp-toothed grin. "It's rather foolish to do so, if you did."

"Nickname," He shrugs, not bothered as Techno bares their own friendly little sharp-toothed grin. "Is there something I can call you?"

"Humans refer to me as an Anchor so I've recently taken to it as a nickname," You set your bow against the cave's side, hand coming up to rest upon the overgrowth that cascades the rest of the cave. You pull it aside and wait for Techno to duck around you. "But you can call me whatever you please."

Their chest rumbles with a chuckle, in a way so unfamiliar to you and yet you crave it all the same. "If that's the case than you can do the same."

"I think I might," You laugh back, although a part of you is curious just how far you could that the name game. As you yourself pass through the vines, your beautiful home lay in wait. The entrance you guard over comes to a popular area in the kingdom, close to the heart of the capital mostly filled with shops but densely filled all the same.

"Welcome, Sunray," You rest your hands on your hips, a proud smile as you overlook the kingdom and its citizens you protect proudly and would resolutely die for. "Just don't eat anything people give you." They'd snatch Techno up the second they could and if he ate anything you couldn't stop them.

"I wouldn't come here unprepared," His golden horns glitter in the lights, your own personal drop of sun. His words are oddly skirting around blunt words, something you hadn't initially thought the dragon would try. "I've read my fair share about fae before coming here."

You smile at the self-confidence, knowing that if you truly craved his soul he'd be dancing until his feet bled dry in a fairy circle by now. "Careful, sunshine, us faeries do like the sun but you forget some would rather snuff it out in favour of eternal moon. A special few here wouldn't see the difference between you and the sun."

Techno's lips quirk up at the thought, as if it amused him more than scared him. "That'd prove a problem for them, I've been told I'm a tough one to kill."

"For your sake I hope that's true." And for some odd reason, maybe it's the willingness he accepts the nickname or just your oddly eager adoration, but you link your hand through his. Techno lets you tug him along to get another guard to watch your station, grinning when you carry him to fly past evening traffic. You know now, with the prettiest drop of sun hanging from your arms, that your boredom was the best thing that ever happened to you.

"Go faster!" Techno yells, looking so very pleased. You push yourself for the giggles that leave him, like honey to your ears.

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[YE ALL DRAGONFUCKERS COME HITHER OR SOME OTHER SHAKESPEAREAN BULL IDK IM DOING A ROMEO AND JULIET THING FOR ENGLISH AND ITS STUPID]

[Okay I only realized I didn't post this halfway through my Dream God post <the one I'm gonna post in like an hour idk>]

[Anyways guess whose brothers birthday is tommorow (today?) I do not have a gift. I only have my little pogchamps and you guys aren't tradeable. :(]

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may i request eret, quackity, sam and foolish comforting reader? thanks x

Of course! Take care anon xx

Eret

His entire presence is comforting in and of itself. They are just a very good person to be around in general if you need calming down.

Eret has a very natural sort of peace-keeping personality that he'd definitely be very good with angry-sad people.

Her voice is just very soothing and she's got a few breathing exercises memorized.

Eret also has a bunch of extra candy laying around that he's not afraid of using to make you feel better, because you're not you when you're hungry.

That's not to say they're used to it though, they can and will startle pretty easily

As long as they care about you though, she'd still try to help anyways!

Quackity

He pulls a lot of the same tricks my Mexican mother pulls when I'm upset.

Which is essentially talking loudly over you and pretending you're not upset until it works.

Okay, jokes aside Quackity is very awkward around crying people so as long as your liquids are inside of you, he's good to go.

Quackity is very much of the mindset of 'comforting distractions' to take your mind off what's making you upset.

With jokes, stories, or even singing if that helps, though his default is Mexican lullabies (they're super effective, I can personally vouch)

He's also someone who'd set up an entire blanket fort just to platonically cuddle you.

but only because he read somewhere that hugs are supposed to make you feel better (pls don't tell this man otherwise, Quackity couldn't take it, he'd instantly explode and then you'd have to comfort him)

You can't rant to him though, he will have a million and one things to say

Sam

Sam is actually really good at handling people, even upset people

He's sort of just a natural, very empathetic and caring.

Not to say Sam does it very often, but he always tries to be there and let everyone know it

he's just naturally good at reading the room and catering to your needs

Need to eat your feelings? Sam has snacks! Need really shitty romance movies and a good cry? He quite literally has hundreds and tissues, go off.

A bit awkward with physical affection but always willing as long as you don't bully him too much for it

He's also a very good listener if you need to rant, Sam is also very good at giving advice (unless it's romantic, don't ask)

Sam just cares a lot, please do the same for him because he deserves it

Foolish

This man is a mess

Foolish will definitely try his best to comfort you, I can promise you that

Will it work? Probably not, this man sucks at genuine comfort

Unless his fumbling comforts you, in which case: He's amazing!

Does try really hard to be there for you and Foolish will definitely make a million stops at stores looking for your favourite comfort candy

He's the type to look up wiki-hows for comforting people but with his luck, it's a coin toss for making it worse or somehow fixing it

Has his sister and mom on speeddial and WILL rely on them for help in the event that he does, in fact, make it worse by using wiki-how

He does put a lot of effort into trying though so please let him know you appreciate that! (And also don't let Foolish try comforting anyone ever again)

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[Wow, I haven't posted anything for two months. A lots happened, certain things hit me real hard and life is quite possibly peak stressful right now. I'd just like to say that I hope all of you are doing well and taking care of yourselves.]

[I'm currently in the process of switching therapists and things are wack so I'm really sorry that I stopped writing for so long. I am healthy and taking care of myself so no one has to worry. I'd love it if all of you could consider donating to curesaracome.org and continue spreading Techno's memory.]

[That's all for now so take care.]

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❤ Falter In Fall's Light

Request by (@) Gay_Ikea and (@) ender66665 on Wattpad: "PART TWO PLEASE" "We need a part 2 please I'm begging" PART 1

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Description: You're hanging out with Tommy and Tubbo when Eret comes to talk. Things get significantly more complicated. [Ex-Eret x m!Reader]

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It was lovely sitting there and watching the sunset. The way the sky mixed in beautiful pinks and purples, tinged at the top with a greyish blue. Cracks of orange split from between the clouds and you sighed softly as Cat played in the jukebox next to you.

Tommy begrudgingly gave the seat up after you guilt-tripped him with your crutches. Your crutches were leaned against the jukebox anyways and Tubbo helped convince him they were basically dual weapons.

You tipped your head back, keeping your eyes closed as someone walked closer. They paused, foot skidding up some dirt as they waited. Tommy and Tubbo didn't hear them, obviously, too busy arguing with each other. You sighed again, taking in a peaceful night sky for one last moment before you sat up, tapping Tommy's shoulder to warn him as you reached for your crutches.

They weren't entirely necessary all the time, most of the time you just needed a walking stick and you could still kick ass, but you were a bit glad you used them instead today. They were technically knock-offs but that made them heavy enough to knock a man to the ground and with two of them, you'd manage to protect yourself more than most people thought you would.

"Why are you here, Eret," You frown at the man. Tubbo got his sword out, tilting his head in a silent offer. You shook yours back.

Eret seemed to grow more resigned at your silent talk, a long drawn line of regret on his face. "I was just passing by."

"Really?" Tommy narrows his eyes, his mistrust of all things Eret still bubbling. "If that was the case then Y/N wouldn't've warned us. You not here to backstab us again are you?"

You clenched your jaw at the memory. After Eret's betrayal, it was safe to say that you two broke up and stayed that way, but it was a sore subject to bring up anyway. "He's not wrong, Eret. There's some other reason."

"Guys," Tubbo started slowly, looser than either of you. You knew Eret's betrayal hit you and Tommy the worse but you'd expect a bit more anger.

"What, Tubbo," Your hands itch to do something. Hit something, maybe, you're not too sure.

"If he came here for a reason why not hear him out," Tubbo met your eyes, not with any warmth for Eret but something other. You think it might've been for you. "We out-number him anyways. He's harmless."

You bit your tongue to keep from saying anything you didn't mean-- you knew he was saying the truth, it didn't make it easier to hear. Eret seemed relieved when you turned to him with a nod, even with the scowl on your face. "You have 5 minutes. Talk fast."

"Thank you," He spoke quickly to Tubbo and maybe you. "I just wanted to talk to you. All of you, I suppose. There's a lot of things happening right now and I just want to, uh… I need to apologize before anything. I haven't really… done that. I'm sorry."

It was awkward how Eret refused to meet your eyes, gaze firmly placed on your shoulder of all places. "Dream's planning a lot of stuff with this upcoming election and… I need to apologize for not being able to stop him. Like before."

Your heart squeezes in your chest. Before everything, you would've taken one look at the lost look on Eret's face and fallen over yourself consoling him. Even now— even after everything his actions put you through—you can't help but hurt for him. You hated him for everyone he's managed to hurt. Now you're reminded of how much you hate yourself for loving him despite that.

"Yeah," You mutter lowly, remembering soft summer days and even softer lips. They look cracked now. Eret licks them when he catches you staring as if embarrassed at the state they've fallen in without you. Part of you wants to mutter a secret to him, an ugly truth you hold close to your chest. I've already forgiven you.

Tommy wraps his hand around your forearm and it feels like you're breathing air again. He carefully doesn't look at you, "Is that it? An "I'm sorry" to get the guilt off your chest before Dream tries to kill him– us, again."

Eret goes solemn, head dipped to his chest. He looks small. "I'm doing all I can against him without outright fighting him. We both know I'd lose."

Tommy takes a deep breath in but you set your hand on his arm and he shut his mouth, jaw flexing with obvious temptation. Tubbo seems to take that as his cue.

"Thanks, man. It's," he purses his lips, "it means a lot. To me, at least."

Eret nods, obviously relieved. Tommy crosses his arms, barely giving Eret a nod before he gently reaches to grab his music disc and guides himself to his home. His shoulders are tense and you can tell he's close to a panic attack. Tubbo watches him walk away with a complicated look. "I'll go calm him down. If you need anything, just say the word."

Eret looks a little ruffled at the insinuation he'd hurt you. You almost point out that he already did. You nod, "Talk him through it. 4, 8, 7. Keep it simple for him."

Tubbo nods and follows after Tommy, not closing the door.

Eret turns to you, licking his lips nervously again. You're left alone with a rising moon behind Eret. He looks lonely in the pale lighting. You don't try to join him.

"Y/N, I—," Eret cuts himself off. "I don't," he exhales roughly. "I hurt you. A lot worse than I hurt Wilbur or Tommy or Tubbo or Fundy. I betrayed you all."

His breath hitches like he's actually near tears. "But I didn't pretend to love you. I loved you, Y/N, I still do. And I know I don't deserve you. I know… but I need you to know that it wasn't all fake. It wasn't all lying."

"Then what was?" It's rough to say, hurts like you just swallowed instant poison and then pinched your throat. "Because from where I'm standing, Eret, all of you seems fake."

Eret flinches as if his name is worse than his title of king. With the amount of vitriol in your voice, it almost did sound worse. "I know, Y/N. I lied about my reason for being there and I lied about wanting to help but I was raised by a single dad and my favourite colour is greenish-blue and—," His voice cracks, "I love you, Y/N. I can't stop loving you."

You want to cry, scream, beat him with your crutches until he stops talking. When he stops making sense. You close your eyes and try to ignore the tears that cling to your eyelashes. They're heavy, so incredibly heavy.

"I think you should leave, Eret." You barely manage to say. It's quiet. Eret doesn't say anything for a minute, doesn't even move. Then slowly his footsteps wander away, slower and shuffled. Uncomfortable, awkward, upset, and so clearly caused by you.

When you can't hear them anyway, you sniffle. Tears are making your vision blurry and when one tips over, the rest burst like a dam. You're sitting on the grass, weeping like a baby.

Tubbo legs it towards you, pausing once he sees you. Tommy pushes past you, wrapping a hand around your forearm and his own voice is suspiciously watery. "It's okay, Y/N. He won't hurt you anymore. I won't let him."

I would, you think miserably. You would let Eret hurt you if it made him stop hurting. If you could hold his face and kiss those chapped lips soft again. Suddenly, you think you're going to throw up.

Tubbo kneels down next to you, rubbing soothing circles into your back with his palm. He stops to gather your crutches in his arms and sets them by Tommy's door. Then he turns back and together they lift you and carry you into Tommy's bedroom.

When it's late, much, much later into the night, you hold the pillow Tommy let you borrow to your chest and weep again. Maybe this time, you're crying for yourself.

{《☆》}

[Well, this hurt to write. Will your relationship mend? Will Tommy learn to forgive people? Will Tubbo stop shying away from emotions? Who knows! Me, technically, but I'll keep that secret.]

[Anywho, small updates: school is slowing down, testing is picking up, way more exhausted now than I thought possible. Writing is going better though, not as hard. I've somehow managed to get into the batman Fandom and now I'm obsessing over Damian Wayne (I've read all complete Damian-centric fanfics on ao3) and now I'm writing about him. I've never read a single comic, but I'll figure it out.]

[Drink some water, eat some food, get sleep. Take care of yourself, the world needs you. Peace!]

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𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

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𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴. "𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦."

𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦."

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Mr.Loverman ❤

(Any pronouns)

(500+ Words)

Description: You spend a lazy day with Technoblade.

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{《☆》}

Brr... Brr...

Blearily, you open your eyes. The annoying alarm on your nightstand starts ringing again. It takes you a few extra seconds to slam down on the button, but when you do, you fall back onto the bed.

Techno shifts in his sleep, arms tightening on you when you fall back on the bed. His long pink hair looks like a halo around his head, messy strands splayed over your pillow too.

"We have to get up," You softly yawn. Pressing a quick forehead kiss, you try to sit up again. "C'mon." His arms tighten more and he pulls you closer.

Techno huffs, snuggling closer and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "No."

You shake your head fondly, a small smile quirked on your lips. Life could wait. You twist a bit to rest part of your cheek against his head, throwing an arm around his waist and entangling your legs.

Releasing a relaxed sigh, you pressed a loving kiss to his head. Before you realized it, you had your eyes closed.

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"Mmm..." You groan, turning to bury your head in Techno's chest. Instead, you find air. It seems your partner managed to escape you.

"Techno," You called out half-heartedly. Distantly, you could hear noise from the kitchen. Yawning, you slowly got up. Carefully, you stepped onto the hardwood floor. Cold.

You hated walking barefoot in the morning, but Techno was outside in the kitchen and you wanted kisses.

The open-arched entry was lit up by the sunlight, giving you a perfect view of a humming Techno. Quietly, he handled breakfast and practically floated across the room. His pretty pink hair was tied up into a loose ponytail, like when he trained out front with Phil.

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. He tensed for a second before he relaxed into your chest. "Hey."

"Hey," You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. Techno gives a small laugh, turning to press your foreheads together.

"Didn't we have something to do today?" Techno asks lowly.

You shrug. "You wanted to cuddle and I am a weak man."

Techno rolls his eyes, a fond smile showing off the cute little dimple that's only on his left side. You can't help but press a kiss to his cheek, rubbing circles on their side with your thumb.

"I love you."

"I know. Now let me finish your breakfast."

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You didn't let Techno go mining. You wanted to just spend a lazy day inside with him. It was actually easy to get him trapped inside, all you had to do was just force him onto the couch and start a movie and he started to get distracted.

You ran a hand through his hair, scraping your nails across his scalp gently. Techno hummed lowly, pressing closer. They blinked blearily up at you, a soft smile gently spread across his face.

Their head rested in your lap, so it was an awkward angle. But you leaned down anyways, pressing a sweet kiss to his pretty lips. Techno grinned, his attention caught on you alone.

You leaned back, tracing a finger along his face slowly. Techno sighed softly, relaxing again. He took deep breaths, shifting to press closer.

Gently, you caressed his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," He sleepily grumbled.

{《☆》}

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