Void

Part 2

After taking the medicine Phil had given you, you finally managed to get a proper night’s sleep.

Unfortunately, the morning wasn’t nearly as pleasant. Several of your bandages had bled through during the night, leaving fresh crimson stains across the fabric. The pain was still there, though thankfully it wasn’t as intense as before. When you opened your eyes, you found Phil sitting beside your bed.

“Morning, kid.”

You smiled weakly.

“…Morning, Dad.”

Tommy looked up so fast he nearly dropped his breakfast.

“Wait, wait… Dad?!”

Phil laughed.

“She calls me that because I helped raise her, just like I did with you boys.”

Tommy blinked.

“…Huh. Fair enough.”

“Now,” Phil said softly, “let’s change those bandages.”

His hands were gentle as he carefully removed the old ones and wrapped clean bandages around your wounds. Somehow, even when cleaning the deepest cuts, he barely caused any pain.

Once he finished, Wilbur brought you your medicine, a glass of water, and some food.

“You’re still not allowed to get out of bed,” he reminded you.

You sighed dramatically.

“…Worth asking.”

From the doorway, Technoblade quietly watched everything. It was still his room, after all. You didn’t notice him watching, but he noticed the guilty look on your face.

You hated feeling like a burden.

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A month passed.

You were finally able to stand and slowly walk around the cabin by yourself, though your injuries still needed time to heal completely. Little by little, you became used to living with them.

Tommy constantly teased you. Wilbur always helped whenever you needed something. Phil treated you like one of his own children.

And Technoblade… He was harder to understand. Sometimes you’d catch him quietly looking at you. 

You couldn’t tell if he admired you…

Or if there was something more behind those crimson eyes.

You never asked.

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Breakfast had become a peaceful routine. Phil sat beside you. Technoblade sat across from you. Tommy and Wilbur argued over something completely pointless, as usual.

Phil smiled.

“How are you feeling today, Y/N?”

“I’m alright,” you replied with a smile. “The pain’s finally starting to go away.”

“Good.” 

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Another few weeks passed.

At last…

You were fully healed. Only faint scars remained. You truly began to see them as your family. Tommy never missed an opportunity to prank you. Wilbur was always willing to help. Phil was the caring father figure you’d always known.

And Technoblade…

Well…

As long as you didn’t annoy him too much, he seemed perfectly happy having you around.

Life was peaceful.

Until one day.

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You wandered into the snowy forest to gather firewood for the cabin. Everything was quiet. Too quiet.

“…Oh?” A familiar voice echoed between the trees. With a mocking tone “I thought you were dead.”

Your entire body froze.

İt was Dream.

You didn’t even dare turn around. Instinct took over. You ran. Your old injuries protested with every step, but stopping wasn’t an option. Phil had warned you not to run too much.

Right now…

You didn’t have a choice. You heard Dream getting closer. His footsteps, his breathing.

Then—

You felt him swing his axe. You ducked instinctively.

CLANG!

Metal crashed against metal. 

You looked up. Technoblade stood between the two of you, his sword holding Dream’s axe back. 

Dream smirked.

“You should back off, Technoblade.”

Techno didn’t even flinch.

“No. You should learn who you’re talking to, Green Teletubby.” 

A smug grin appeared on Technobalde’s face.

“She’s mine to protect.”

Your heart stopped.

“…M-Mine?”

Heat rushed across your cheeks and all the way to your ears. You’d never heard him say something like that before.

Technoblade glanced back at you.

“Go. This isn’t safe.”

You wanted to stay, wanted to fight beside him. You wanted revenge.

But…

You weren’t ready yet.

“…Stay safe. And…T-thank you.”

Without another word, you ran back toward the cabin while the sounds of swords clashing echoed through the forest.

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You burst through the front door.

Tommy jumped.

“WOAH!”

Phil immediately hurried over.

“Y/N!”. 

He gently held your face, checking for injuries.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded, still breathing heavily.

“I… I went to gather firewood… Dream found me.”

The room instantly fell silent.

“Technoblade stayed behind to fight him.”

Wilbur quickly noticed that one of your old wounds had opened again.

“I’ll grab the first-aid kit.”

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Almost two hours later… The cabin door finally opened.

Technoblade stepped inside, covered in dirt, snow, and a few fresh scratches.

Before you even realized what you were doing… You ran straight toward him. Your arms wrapped tightly around him.

He stiffened in surprise. 

For a few seconds…

Neither of you moved.

He could feel how worried you had been from the way you were trembling.

“…Why’s everyone staring?”

He looked around the room. 

Phil quietly returned to what he had been doing. Tommy and Wilbur awkwardly turned back toward their game, pretending they hadn’t seen anything.

Only then did Technoblade slowly relax. One hand rested against your back. The other gently patted your head.

He leaned down just enough for only you to hear.

“…Someone’s heartbeat is getting pretty fast.”

Your face immediately burned bright red.

“W-What?!”

A small chuckle escaped him.

Before you could say another word…

He gently cupped your cheek and leaned closer. His lips met yours in a soft kiss.

For a moment…

Everything else disappeared. The cabin, the fireplace, the voices. Everything.

Your mind went completely blank. When he finally pulled away, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. Your face felt like it was on fire.

Technoblade gently lifted your chin with one finger.

“You alright?”

You looked at him with an embarrassed smile before lightly grabbing the front of his cloak.

Pulling him down just a little…

You gave him a quick kiss in return.

“I love you too…Piglin.”

Technoblade let out a quiet laugh.

“I love you too…My fighter.”

For the first time in a long while…

The cabin felt completely at peace. But both of you knew. This wasn’t the end. There were still battles ahead. One day, you’d grow strong enough to fight beside him.

Until then…

You still had time.

To Be Continued…

Part 3 will come someday.Until then, have an amazing day! 

Part 2 of “Normal Student To…”

Pairing: None (Yet)

Genre: Coming of Age • Military Fiction • Aviation • Reader Insert • Top Gun Inspired

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After everything that had happened, there was no way you could forget those memories.

They stayed with you. Every laugh, every lesson, every flight. Even if they had become nothing more than memories, they changed you forever.

They sparked something inside you.

An interest.

No…

A dream.

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Two years had passed since they first walked into your school. Now you were in 11th grade. Older, more independent, and finally allowed to go out on your own.

One afternoon after school, you and your best friend, Asher, decided to visit a military museum. Asher had always been interested in firearms.

You…

You couldn’t take your eyes off the aircraft.

The massive F-14 Tomcat.

The sleek F-16 Fighting Falcon.

Helicopters, old military uniforms, flight helmets, survival gear—every exhibit fascinated you.

Meanwhile, Asher was reading about the rifles and handguns.

“AK-47…”

“AR-15…”

“Glock 19…”

He grinned. “These are actually pretty cool.”

You laughed before pointing toward the fighter jet hanging from the ceiling.

“Yeah…”

“…but look at that.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

You simply stared at the aircraft.

“…Imagine flying one.”

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Even after returning home, your mind refused to let go of what you’d seen. Your notebooks slowly filled with sketches instead of class notes.

Cockpit layouts.

Helmet concepts.

Flight mask designs.

Jet silhouettes.

Teachers thought you were just doodling during class. They had no idea you were designing aircraft.

Months passed, and your bookshelf slowly filled with books about aviation, military history, naval operations, and famous fighter pilots.

The more you learned… The more certain you became. This wasn’t just a hobby anymore.

It was your dream.

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A year later, you enrolled in a military academy. Your goal was simple. Become a naval fighter pilot. The journey wasn’t easy.

Long training sessions, strict instructors, endless physical exercise, exhausting simulator hours, and painful injuries pushed every cadet to their limit.

Some days were harder than others. Flying while dealing with your period made certain training exercises miserable, but quitting never crossed your mind.

Every mistake became another lesson. Every failure became another reason to improve.

Again.

And again.

Until one day… Everything finally paid off.

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You earned your wings. First, you became a fighter pilot. Later, after completing naval aviation training, you officially became a naval aviator.

Standing on the flight deck for the first time felt unreal. The ocean stretched endlessly around you while the wind tugged at your flight suit.

You smiled beneath your helmet.

This… This is where I belong.

Like every pilot, you designed your own flight helmet. Matte black covered most of it, while sharp purple and blue lines curved across the sides. Small streaks of crimson completed the design.

Simple.

Bold.

Unmistakably yours. 

You also preferred to keep your identity private. Your face didn’t matter. Your flying did.

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Flying quickly became more than a career. It became freedom. The roar of the engines. The crushing weight of the G-forces. The endless sky stretching beyond the clouds.Every time you climbed into your F/A-18 Super Hornet, it felt like growing a pair of wings.

Sometimes you became so lost in the feeling of flying that you almost forgot your wingman was talking over the radio.

“You still with me?”

His amused voice crackled through your headset.

You blinked.

“…Huh?”

A laugh came through the radio.

“I knew it.”

“You were daydreaming again.”

A small smile formed beneath your oxygen mask.

“…Maybe.”

Neither of you knew it yet…

But that mission would change everything.

To Be Continued….

Tags: Hurt/Comfort • Angst • Blood • Injuries • Found Family • Half human half pigman Technoblade • Reader Insert • Dream SMP • Near Death Experience • Philza Being Dadza • Tommy & Wilbur Guilt • Comfort • Slow Burn (Future

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It had started as a normal day.

At least… until everything went horribly wrong.

No one really knew how the fight had started. Maybe someone said the wrong thing. Maybe someone threw the first punch. Whatever the reason, it had escalated into complete chaos.

Dream had somehow convinced nearly every faction on the Dream SMP that you, TommyInnit, and Wilbur were enemies. Now everyone wanted you all dead.

“TOMMY! WILBUR! DON’T LEAVE ME BEHIND!”

You sprinted through the forest after them, your lungs burning. Tommy and Wilbur were faster than you. You could keep up for a while, but unlike them, your footing wasn’t steady.

“Ah—!”

An arrow whistled through the air.

Pain exploded through your arm as Dream’s shot grazed it. “…Damn it!”. It wasn’t a fatal wound, but it hurt enough to slow you down.

You and Tommy weren’t exactly close friends. Wilbur barely knew you outside of occasional conversations. But none of that mattered right now.

The real problem… was that you were the second cannibal on the server. If Dream caught you, he wouldn’t hesitate.

You stumbled into your house and slammed the door shut before locking it.

“They’ll break through…”

Without wasting another second, you rushed upstairs and grabbed your bow, a full quiver of arrows, your iron sword, and anything else you could carry.

CRACK!

The front door splintered.

“They’re inside!”

You quickly strapped on your Elytra, threw open the upstairs window, and leaped into the air. For one glorious moment… it worked. You escaped.

Then another arrow slammed into your side. You grumble “Seriously?!”. Dream stood below, calm as ever, watching you fly away. He wasn’t rushing. He already knew you couldn’t escape forever.

Using every ounce of strength you had left, you flew until your Elytra finally gave out over a dense forest. You crashed into the trees and staggered onto the ground. “I… lost them…” At least, that’s what you thought.

Three minutes later… Crunch. Footsteps. You slowly turned around. Dream. 

Diamond axe in hand. You said “…Of course.”. Running wasn’t an option anymore. You drew your iron sword. The fight was brutal. Steel clashed against diamond.

Every block, every swing, every dodge became harder as more blood soaked your clothes. A slash across your thigh. Another across your waist. One carved across your shoulder, nearly reaching your neck. You were losing.

Fast. With shaking hands, you grabbed your ender pearl.

“Please…”

You threw it.The world twisted around you.  

When your vision cleared, you found yourself somewhere completely unfamiliar. A rocky trail stretched ahead.

Your left leg barely worked anymore, dragging across the ground with every step. Your vision blurred. The edges of your sight faded into darkness. Every breath burned. Still… You kept walking.

Eventually the forest disappeared. Snow covered everything. The freezing wind bit into your skin. You wore nothing but a T-shirt and shorts.

“…Where… am I…?”

Your voice came out as barely a whisper “C-Cold…”. Your body finally gave up.

The last thing you remembered was collapsing into the snow, leaving a crimson trail behind you.

Then…

Everything went black.

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Meanwhile…

Tommy and Wilbur had managed to reach Philza and Technoblade’s cabin. They were safe. You weren’t.

Only minutes later, Technoblade suddenly stopped walking a low wisper“…Blood.”. His ears twitched. The scent hit him instantly.

His voices erupted inside his mind.

Blood!

Blood for the Blood God!

Taste it.

Help her!

She’s weak.

Take her somewhere safe.

Don’t trust her.

Move!

Technoblade let out a frustrated growl.

“Shut up… I know what I’m doing.”

Philza looked over “What is it?”. Technoblade didn’t answer. He simply followed the scent. The trail ended in a clearing.

There…

Half-buried beneath the snow… was you. Your clothes were stained red. The snow around you had turned crimson.

Technoblade froze.

Philza rushed forward.

“Y/N!”

He dropped to his knees beside you.

“Y/N! Can you hear me?!”

Technoblade looked between the two of you. “…You know her?”. Phil sighed. “I taught her how to play Minecraft years ago. She was still learning when I met her. His expression softened.

“She’s family.”

“…Just like you boys.”

Technoblade stayed silent for a moment before carefully lifting you into his arms.

Bridal style. Without another word…He carried you home.

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The cabin door creaked open.

Tommy was the first to look up.

“…Y/N?”

Wilbur’s face immediately lost all color.

The two of them had escaped without you. They hadn’t meant to leave you behind forever—they had simply panicked—but seeing you now, covered in dried blood and barely breathing, guilt settled heavily in their chests.

“…We…” Tommy whispered.

Wilbur couldn’t even finish the sentence. Technoblade ignored them and carefully laid you down on the spare couch beside the fireplace. Your bleeding had mostly stopped thanks to the freezing snow, but the wounds were beginning to show signs of infection.

Philza quickly got to work.

“Techno, bandages.”

Without saying a word, Technoblade grabbed the medical supplies.

“Clean water.”

He handed it over.

“Needle.”

Already in Phil’s hand before he finished asking. Wilbur silently helped disinfect the wounds while Tommy stood nearby, unable to look away.

Every cut looked worse than the last. The slash across your shoulder. The deep wound in your waist. Your injured leg.

Phil frowned.

“…These are deeper than I thought.”

As he began preparing the needle, your eyelids fluttered open.

A small gasp escaped your lips from pain. “…N-No…” Your voice was barely audible. “D-Don’t…”

You weakly shook your head. “…Don’t use… s-stitches…” Your breathing hitched. “…Please…” Your eyes closed again as you slipped back into unconsciousness.

Phil sighed quietly.

“So that’s why.”

Technoblade glanced at him.

“What?”

“Old experience ı think.”

Phil carefully set the needle down for a moment. “She must’ve had a bad experience with stitches before.”. He looked toward Wilbur. “I need the sleeping potion.” Wilbur nodded and hurried to retrieve it. Moments later, Phil carefully poured a small amount between your lips.

Your body relaxed completely.

“Alright…”

“Let’s save her.”

The cabin fell silent except for the crackling fire.

Phil stitched each wound as gently as possible. Technoblade stayed nearby, silently holding your shoulder whenever your unconscious body instinctively flinched. When the stitches were finished, every wound was wrapped neatly in fresh bandages.

Phil finally leaned back with a tired sigh.

“…She’ll make it.”

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Three days later…

Your eyes slowly opened.

The first thing you noticed was warmth.

The second…

Pain.

Every movement sent sharp aches through your body. Your eyes watered immediately. You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to cry.

“…”

Tommy happened to be sitting nearby. 

His eyes widened.

“PHIL!”

He practically jumped to his feet.

“PHILZA! SHE’S AWAKE!”

“And she’s crying!”

Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Philza entered first with a glass of water and a painkiller already in hand.

Technoblade followed behind him, stopping near the doorway. He looked mildly annoyed. Mostly because everyone had taken over his bedroom.

Phil gently helped you sit up just enough to swallow the medicine. “There you go.”. After a few moments, the pain began easing.

Phil smiled softly.

“How are you feeling?”

“I was worried we were going to lose you.”

Your hand instinctively reached toward your shoulder before freezing.

“…The stitches…”

Phil immediately understood.

“Oh.”

He smiled reassuringly.

“Don’t worry.”

“We removed them before you woke up.”

“They healed nicely.”

“You’ve only got a few small scars from the injuries themselves.”

“No stitch marks.”

You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. 

Across the room, Tommy and Wilbur awkwardly looked at one another.

Then, almost at the exact same time—

“…Sorry for leaving you behind.”

Neither dared meet your eyes. Judging by how nervous they looked. Technoblade had probably made it very clear they owed you an apology.

You tried to sit up straighter.

A firm hand gently pressed against your shoulder before you could move too much.

“Don’t.”

Technoblade.

His voice was calm but left little room for argument.

“You’ll reopen the wounds.”

You blinked, looking at him properly for the first time.

“…Who are you?”

Your gaze lingered on his ears and tusks.

“…And… why do you look half Piglin?”

For a second, the room was completely silent. Technoblade answered with his usual bluntness.

“Because I am.”

“A Pigman.”

“…Mostly.”

“Part human.”

He crossed his arms.

“And don’t expect me to start acting soft.”

“This is my room, by the way.”

Your eyes widened slightly.

“…Your room?”

He gave a small nod.

“It was closer.”

Phil chuckled quietly. “And he carried you all the way here.”. Techno immediately looked away. “I wasn’t going to leave someone to freeze.”. Phil smiled knowingly but wisely chose not to tease him.

“Alright, everyone.”

He clapped his hands once.

“Out.”

“She needs proper rest.”

Tommy and Wilbur quietly left the room. Phil followed after making sure your medicine was within reach. Only Technoblade remained standing by the doorway for another moment before leaving as well.

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Several hours passed.

You tried to sleep. You really did. But every time you shifted, another stab of pain woke you back up. A quiet, frustrated groan escaped you.

The bedroom door opened. Technoblade stepped inside carrying a small bottle and a glass of water. “You’ve been making enough noise to wake the dead.”

He placed the medicine on the bedside table.

“Painkiller and a sleeping potion. They’ll help.”

You looked at him in surprise.

“…Thanks.”

He shrugged.

“Don’t mention it.”

Within minutes, the medicine began working. Your eyelids slowly grew heavier.

The last thing you saw before drifting off was Technoblade quietly closing the bedroom door behind him.

Whatever happened next…

Would have to wait until tomorrow?

 To Be Continued…

*Part 2* will come after some time ;)

(Maverick and Y/N for now. A normal Fluff)

It was a normal school day but… was it?

During PE class with all the 9th grades (Science High School/Anatolian High School if you’re from Türkiye, or just a normal high school), some of them went to meet other scientists, while your class stayed with another class. You usually stayed silent near people you didn’t know well, so you preferred to stay in your own imagination. You were watching outside and drawing some hybrid entities on the window.

After a few boring minutes, the PE teacher said, “We have some important guests.”

Some pilots came in. The whole class went silent for a second, then most of the boys rushed toward them, and even some girls did too.

These weren’t just some basic pilots—they were from Top Gun.

The first one to get surrounded was Hangman. After that, Rooster got all the attention from the girls in class, and some of them went to Bob. Some boys tried to flirt with Phoenix, but they failed.

After 30 minutes, you didn’t even realize that you had been standing there without moving at all.

You heard a voice.

“Hey? Who are you, little boy?”

Again… you were mistaken for a boy.

You turned your head and said, “Eee… I’m not a boy, by the way, but no need to feel ashamed.”

You were used to it because you’d been a tomboy since 6th grade, with short hair and oversized clothes. You didn’t feel bad about it anymore because you found it funny.

Then you asked, “Sorry… but who are you, sir? Are you a new teacher?”

The man chuckled.

“No, no… First of all, sorry for calling you a boy. Secondly, my name is Pete Mitchell, but they call me Maverick, and I’m the captain of them. And those are Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote.”

You tried not to smile because you thought he talked much more politely than all the boys in your life.

Then you said, “Nice to meet you… Hmm… Which one do you prefer me to call you?”

Maverick smiled.

“Oh, please, let’s not use the ‘sir’ term. It’s too formal. I prefer Maverick or Mav.”

You nodded. Maybe he wasn’t a bad person.

“My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you, Maverick.”

He chuckled when your expression showed confusion, since you were used to calling older people more formally instead of by their names.

After a few minutes, the PE teacher called your classmates and you to stand in front of the pilots.

“So! You’re all going to have a lesson from them. I want you all to separate into four groups, and each group will have one leader. The leader will divide their group into smaller parts based on everyone’s talents. Maverick is going to choose the leaders, so everyone line up behind the red line!”

Everyone lined up. You were kind of lucky that your teacher didn’t tell everyone to line up by height since you were only 1.57 m tall. It wasn’t that bad, though. You liked yourself the way you were more than anything. You knew you’d probably stop growing at around 1.60 m, maybe 3–4 cm more if you were lucky.

You didn’t really have a best friend here. They were just normal friends.

You kept talking to yourself inside your head until you heard…

“…and the last leader will be Y/N.”

You snapped out of your thoughts.

You didn’t even get along with most of them… and now you were the leader.

You mumbled,

“Shit…”

You just hoped they would listen to you.

After an hour, every team had already done amazing work, but your team still wasn’t listening to you. They were chatting with each other instead of working.

You simply walked away, leaned against a tree, and wanted this to end.

You didn’t realize Maverick had walked over to you.

“Hey, Y/N. I think your team is a little out of discipline. Need some help?”

You sighed.

“No need. They aren’t going to listen anyway.”

You had already given up.

Luckily, Maverick stepped in. He walked over to your team and said with a loud voice,

“A team should listen to its leader, even if they don’t want to! In life, workers have to listen to their boss. So I want all of you to get your asses up and start listening to your leader. End of discussion.”

After that, your team finally started listening to your ideas.

You tested your teammates and divided them by their skills into similar groups, like planners, map drawers, people good at handcrafts, general knowledge, and military knowledge (the ones who had family members in the military or were interested in it).

The team looked different now, but they had already created maps of the school, sword-like things from wood and paper with your help, and different types of military vehicles like jets, tanks, and armored cars.

When the pilots looked over everyone’s work, your team became the winner.

Most of them were happy, while some were teasing the other teams.

Maverick couldn’t find you because you had gone behind a tree where nobody could see you. You preferred staying in the background.

Rooster noticed you and nudged him on the shoulder.

“Hey, Captain. The girl you’re looking for is behind that tree.”

Maverick thanked Rooster. After chatting for a moment, he walked over to you.

“Hey, little buddy. You did a great job… I knew you could be a great leader, but you keep hiding in the background. Is it because of some old memories? I had those too. It’s better to leave them behind and keep moving forward.”

You thought about his words for a few moments before answering.

“Maybe you’re right, Maverick… I’ll try. Thanks for everything…”

Maverick smiled.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N. But my team and I have to go back. We aren’t exactly jobless people…”

He put a hand on your shoulder and walked away with a friendly smile.

You waved back, keeping a great memory.

Maybe you’ll meet them again in the future.

Who knows…?

Part 2 will come after some time (idk how long, but it will!).