Biomes (54372 words) by aStormBreak
Chapters: 7/?
Fandom: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF) & You, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Reader-Insert, Not Beta Read, Mercenaries, I Don't Even Know, Eventual Smut, i created a silly storie to see what i can trully write pls do not stone me, Technoblade-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade Hears Voices (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade is Bad at Feelings (Video Blogging RPF)
Summary:
Gods and magik are not old tales—they are alive, moving through streets and cities as if they belong there. To the untrained eye, the world is merely odd: an unusual chill in a crowded alley, a coincidence that happens too perfectly, a shadow that lingers half a second too long. But to those who understand, it’s obvious. The divine and the arcane never left. They’ve simply learned how to hide in plain sight.
After living in isolation for far too long, a sorcerer answers an old friend’s request and joins a mercenary guild. It should be simple: go on missions, learn the guild’s ways, and navigate the other members until they’re accepted as one of their own.
But the guild’s personalities are anything but simple, nor does the past stay buried in the sand.
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"You are like, the softest cutest thing right now, idk where you got your idea about being big and bad-"
Still scratching the back of his fuzzy neck, the puttering in his chest is the loudest its been, and you can see him struggling to get his wits back.
You can't help but laugh.
"Literal kitten." You grin, "Technokitty."
He frowns at you, with his big boar face, and fuzzy eyebrows, and scar marred skin. His tusks are way longer then when he's human, and without much thought you switch from scratching the back of his neck, to grabbing both his tusks in your hand.
His eyes are intense, absorbing your every move with the dialated look of a wolf that found prey.
"Kittens can't break arms." He murmurs, hands sliding up the bed to circle around the joint of your elbow.
His hands were bigger then before, engulfing your biceps and halting all arm movement.
He lightly squeezes your elbow and it forces you to release your grip of his tusks.
"But kittens do go limp when someone grabs their scruff." You try to say confidently in reference to just moments before where Techno was limp with your touch, but his eye contact is incredibly intense and leaves you feeling skittish.
He puffs a hot rush of laughter at you, chin still perched against your chest, large ribcage still pinning your abdomen to the bed, hips still slotted between yours, and tail lazily waving like a flag.
Still completely flattening you to the bed.
You're suddenly more aware of the position you're in.
He doesn't say anything after his puff of laughter, but there's a clear idea in his head as he releases one of your arms, hand quick to slid up under your neck to palm at the base, fingers sliding up into your hair from the roots-
His hand tightens, a gentle but firm pressure that pulls your head upward, exposing your neck.
He scruffed you. By the neck.
As if to say, 'Who's really the kitten?'
A chittering noise in your throat bubbles up, and with your one free arm, you drop your hand onto his snout-
You felt embarrassed- you could feel the heat rushing to your face and his all consuming gods damned eyeballs wouldn't stop being deadlocked onto you
"Alright buster-" you thrash yourself, trying to fight back, "You need to learn your lesson."
You shove his snout off you, wriggling to get out from under him, and you can feel the laughter in his chest.
The hand behind your neck releases, like he can sense your fluster and knows to give you your space.
He's shifting back, human features quick to align themselves into a prideful and amused facial expression. Too cocky.
The urge to knock him down a peg or two is strong.
He relents, anchoring himself up off of you with a snarky laugh.
He won whatever this was- and out of spite, as soon as he was sitting on the side of the bed with both feet against the floor, you bumped your forehead against his arm and nipped at him.
Nothing painful, no force behind your jaw, but a clear drag of your sharper teeth against skin, ending with a pinch and release.
His eyes flick in your direction, and you're immediately filled with a giddy fear- the kind of fear that you get when you're playing tag and the chaser is right behind you as you run.
Your fight or flight flickers to life and it screams RUN.
You fucking flounder off the bed, squealing as you attempt to run by, dropping to the floor.
That lasted all of two seconds as Techno snatches you up before you even make contact. Before you can even get to your feet and start to flee.
His grin is downright evil, hauling your body up into the air, rising to his feet to really increase how much you were dangling.
One hand was against your back, fisting the fabric of your shirt and pulling you into reach of his other arm, which hooks around your ribcage and presses your back to his chest.
"Alright- okay- I show mercy and you pick another fight- I see how this is-" he grits, evil.
You're laughing so hard, flailing in an attempt to be released, but with how hard you're laughing your attempts are downright pitiful.
"Alright- where should I bite as payback- huh?" He huffs, glowering down at you as you grin in pure glee and giddy fear.
"NOoO-" you laugh, all attempts at coming up with an actual argument reduced to a single word.
"Forearm?" He says, using his free hand to grab your arm, forceably pulling it to his face, and you feel him press his closed teeth to the skin.
"NoOooo-" you whine- tugging your arm out of his hold and grabbing his wrist to try to keep him from further manhandling you.
"Shoulder?" He says, curling around you to press his closed teeth to the fabric of your shirt. You still feel his tusks through the fabric.
"TEchnoooo-" you shimmy, looking down at the floor in hopes that the arm keeping you held against him loosens enough for you to drop and run.
"Neck?" He says.
His voice drops to the most serious it could sound, and you genuinly can't tell if it's a part of the bit or if he's actually serious, but the next moment you feel his closed teeth gently resting against the outer layer of skin on your neck and you freeze.
Hot breath pans all across your neck, sending goosebumps scuttling across you.
No bite. Just a threat. Skin untouched other then the teeth resting against it.
You could feel his grin, feel as it started to drop into something more serious.
Hear as he took in an unsteady breath.
Hear his chest gently come to life with a deep rumble.
Before you could say anything, he nipped you, just as gently as you did, only his tusks dug at you, not breaking skin, but dragging in a way that almost hurt.
You audibly 'meeped'. Going limp in his hold and Techno proceeded to set you on your feet and peel himself off you.
When you turn around to look at him (your eyes all wide with how flustered you were) he's already laying on the bed, back facing you and curled into a ball.
"You win- scram nerd-" he says- refusing to look at you. Like he just embarrassed himself. You catch sight of his ears, flushed completely red.
Deep in the searing heat of the Nether, a mercenary guild prepares for the long journey home, carrying supplies across the biomes of the Overworld. But this time, something is different. She is different. A new recruit, brought in by Philza himself. As they cross scorching deserts, tangled jungles, and frozen tundras, the world tests them—through battles, whispered campfire conversations and inner struggles. By the time the plains come into view, where the safety of the guild awaits, the question remains: was this just another mission, or has the journey changed them?
!Prince!HybridPiglin!Technoblade x !Knight!HybridRabbit!Reader
Now playing: It will come back by Hozier
You know better, babe, you know better, babe
Than to look at it, look at it like that
You’ve been at Prince’s side from the point you’d first met at the youth military training camp, albeit a bit unwillingly. Having been rivals since you first knocked him into the dirt on the first day - you two didn’t exactly get along. Granted, you certainly didn’t know who he was at the time - not until Sam decided you could be of use at the castle at the end of your youth training. At first, you took up the opportunity with absolute enthusiasm…and then you’d seen him step out of the royal’s carriage with the King on your way back to the castle. You did everything in your power to avoid him and his father. The camp was much too small to avoid him forever though. The Prince didn’t immediately notice you, in fact, the one who did was King Philza. Your wonderful, friendly, enthusiastic King decided the second he’d seen you that you’d be shadowing Sam as Prince Technoblade’s personal guard - sealing your grave as his eyes landed on yours.
You know better, babe, you know better, babe
Than to talk to it, talk to it like that
From that point on, you’d become Prince Technoblade’s second shadow. Much to the delight of Sam and the King. Not that he didn’t make it incredibly difficult. He tried every trick he could possibly think of to be rid of you. He ran, hid, accused, and did everything to try and convince his father to get you demoted. Unfortunately for him, you’d dealt with his special brand of personality for nearly four years at this point. You knew exactly where he’d be, where he’d go, and what exactly he’d do. He was overjoyed once he realized he could order you around and send you on wild goose chases. Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t talk to him the same way you did at the camp. After all, he is royalty. So, you’d follow his orders, say ‘Yes, your Highness’, and be on your merry way looking for books in the library that didn't exist, food he didn’t need or want, and do whatever he pleased.
Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul
Honey, make this easy
He soon grew tired and ran out of random errands to send you on, so you stayed right behind him. You often watched his sparring practice with Sam. The older going easier on him in the presence of the King. You weren’t the only one to notice this, and Prince Technoblade became more and more frustrated. He locked eyes with you, the one contender who continuously beat him at the camp, and got an idea. The sweat rolling down your forehead from the hot armor only continued to make you more nervous. You saw that look in his eye, the need to be taken seriously, the competitiveness, the frustration. And then, he doesn’t even spare Sam a glance before he starts walking towards you.
Leave it to the land, this is what it knows
Honey, that's how it sleeps
Internally, you fought back the urge to take a hesitant step back as he neared closer to your spot by the wall. Keeping your face blank in neutrality, he stops before you. The sweat starts to make its way down your neck.
-“You. Spar. Now.”
The same curt tone he always took on when addressing you. Especially when requesting you spar with him. Atleast at the training camp you were allowed to tease him for being so rude. But here, with the King watching, you figured it’d be a death sentence.
-“Yes, your Highness.”
He tosses you a beat up practice sword. One that was recycled through the lower guard before ending up here. It’s chipped and cracked in plenty of places, but you were never one to be picky with your choices. Most armor and weapons are not made for someone of lower stature and weight such as yourself.
-”And lose the armor. It’ll be an easy fight if you’re bumbling around because of its heaviness.”
What you’d give for half his own self confidence. You start shrugging off the heavy chestplate and leggings. The cool breeze that envelops you is almost enough to make the spar worth it. Almost. You pick up your practice sword and get in position. Sam is giving you a look, not that he needs to, you already know to throw the fight somehow. But, he’s already frustrated with Sam for going too easy, he’ll catch on immediately if you do the same. His wrath is not something you can afford. You’re not like Sam, he won’t give you a glare and a cold shoulder. He’ll do something much worse, you’re sure of it.
Don't let it in with no intention to keep it
Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it
Honey, don't feed it, it will come back
It’s not like you can just humiliate him in front of the King. The King could do much much worse than Prince Technoblade. Winning is not an option, but losing on purpose isn’t much of one either. He takes his position, and you think of anything and everything you could possibly do to get out of this. And then, you look down at your sword. Your cracked, chipped, brittle sword, and you get an idea. He lunges, his powerful swing shakes your sword as you block, and you feel it crack the slightest bit. As he takes another swing, you angle your pathetic little sword just right. You feel the blade fracture and break as it rings down the length of your arms. The tip of his blade lightly grazes your cheek before you hit the ground underneath him. He looks at you with an expression you’ve rarely seen, gobsmacked surprise.
You hear the King gasp and stand as Sam rushes over to you still on the ground. Prince Technoblade grabs your upper arm and lifts you the second Sam has made his way over, still looking at you with that foreign expression. Then his ruby eyes land on the cut on your cheek and his eyes narrow with a wince of sympathy. He opens his mouth to say something but Sam beats him to it.
-”Are you alright?”
Sam had always tried to treat you with a hint of delicacy due to your nature as a hybrid rabbit, but you were never having it, always demanding to be treated the same if not harder than your peers. Especially with the Prince around, you didn’t need him getting any bright ideas on how to make your life any more difficult. You stood, offering the Prince and Sam an awkward smile before replying.
-”Yes Sir, I’m fine.”
He goes to reply before the Prince responds, in his usual rude curt tone before softening it slightly.
-”Go to the infirmary, and do not return until it is properly cleaned and bandaged.”
An unusual case of kindness from the Prince, something you are not going to take for granted. His usual attitude being curbed by sympathy. Something you didn’t know he could garner towards you. Giving him a slight smile at his little act of kindness, you reply.
-”Yes, thank you, your Highness.”
He gives you a slight nod before looking at Sam and his father. As you walk towards the infirmary, you faintly hear them talk about future spars and taking better care of the training swords. The mention of future spars makes you stop in your tracks. You look back, and see Sam giving you a meddling smile. The way your stomach drops makes you feel down to bedrock as the Prince and the King agree to future spars. Sealing your fate twice in a row in only a matter of a couple months.
You know better, babe, you know better, babe
Than to smile at me, smile at me like that
You know better, babe, you know better, babe
Than to hold me just, hold me just like that
As time continues to go by, the Prince slowly gets used to your presence behind him. Sam is often now needed elsewhere to continue training new recruits for the royal guard. You are still among them, but your time is mostly taken up by the Prince. Something that you are beginning to hate less and less as the days continue on. After so many months of you calling him ‘Your Highness’ he demands you call him Technoblade as all his close servants do so - only in the presence of no one but yourselves that is. You two continue to spar, but without Sam or the King watching over you. After your first ever spar, though he never let you know he knew, he demanded you always give it your all when it’s just the two of you. And you’ve held yourself to that ever since.
When it's like this, there are no onlookers, there are no real rules, there is just you, him, and your blades. Unfortunately for you, you seem to lose a lot more these days. He has shot up in height and muscle while you only continue to refine your skill. A fact he seems to only point out more and more these days.
-”Are you sure you’re big enough for that sword? You’re only a little rabbit after all.”
-”This ‘little rabbit’ knocked you on your ass ten minutes ago, you brute.”
He chuckles, and you smile right back. Oh, how he starts to crave seeing your rare small smiles at him. Just as you crave hearing him chuckle at your small spitfire responses. It fills you with a warmth you know better than anyone, one that you know you’re not allowed to have. He is no better, a warm embrace makes its way across his heart before he even realizes it's there.
I know who I am when I'm alone
I'm something else when I see you
You don't understand, you should never know
How easy you are to need
On days where you’re busy with Sam, and he has another guard he doesn’t care for, he becomes acutely aware of your typical presence that is not there. When he reads, there is no quote for him to parrot back at you. As he spars, there is no challenge or invigorating comments you make at him. There is a silence that grows uncomfortable, a silence he refuses to face. For he fears that if you were aware of this craving he has for you, you would become just like the potential brides the noble families pitch at him. It is a baseless fear, but it reaches down into his soul, and it will not let go until he knows he has nothing to worry about. He can try and distance himself, but it only ends in him needing you more.
Don't let me in with no intention to keep me
Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me
Honey, don't feed me, I will come back
You begin to try and put some distance between you and him, but it does nothing but confuse him and leave you with a gaping hole in your chest from the guilt. The day after always leads with you being kind to him and going back to normal. It’s a vicious cycle of trying and failing to stay away from each other. This only fans the flames of your growing softness for each other. He always comes back, just as you do.
It can't be unlearned
I've known the warmth of your doorways
Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you
Oh, please, give me mercy no more
That's a kindness you can't afford
I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born
You'll hear me howling outside your door
Soon, you’re named Technoblade’s official personal guard. Your training with Sam dwindles to only aptitude tests. And none of your feelings have changed. You will not risk your spot as Technoblade closest confidant. Not until you know nothing is at risk. To be closer to him, you are moved to your own quarters nearby. Something that you both secretly take enjoyment in. He begins to seek you out after your shift is over. On long, hard days, the only person he wants to see is you. He feels the warmth from your doorway and an embrace from that soft smile you give him while inviting him in. To smile at him so softly as his tired eyes meet yours is a mercy you can’t afford. He feels like a selfish man taking you away from anyone else. But, you’ve always been his long before the two of you had ever realized. You feel selfish just like he does, you are only a knight, comparing yourself to those fancy noble women has always stung you. You will not take him away from a woman you believe he belongs to. Though you should’ve realized long ago, he has always been yours.
As the day approaches night, and you’ve retired to your quarters, you hear a small knock on your door. Knowing exactly who it is, you rush to open the door with a small smile. You see the man who’s loved you since the day you knocked him into the dirt, and in his eyes you see an emotion that mirrors your own. You yearn for him just as much as he yearns for you. He takes a small step closer and finally bridges the gap in between you two. You look up at him with a blush and begging eyes as he leans down and captures your lips with his own.
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he's ??? so smol ??? literally pocket-sized ??? his cute lil english accent ??? and his little chuckle ??? did this boy really play the one and only chishiya or did we collectively hallucinate this one–
