Techza Enjoyer

maybe I just wanna be yours

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP - Fandom, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Technoblade/Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Idiots in Love, minor dubcon, Miscommunication, Wall Sex, Intercrural Sex, I think that mostly covers the sex, Have I mentioned pining?, First Time, Dom/sub Undertones, Praise Kink Summary:

Techno goes into rut unexpectedly. Phil helps out.

It wouldn’t be a big deal, if Phil wasn’t hopelessly in love with Techno.

you're telling me this anarchistic pig who's been ostracized from society (maybe even from family if you wanna go that route-) and feared because of his skills wouldn't freeze at a simple arm pat, that he wouldn't overthink at every touch phil gives, small as they are, and wonder if phil wants something, if he's trying to hint at it, that there's this new way of communication he hasn't learned because of how isolated he's been, that he'd start questioning his feelings because at every hug he's given he wants to melt, he wants to shrug off his worries and relax against philza's hold, that he wants to lay down on soft furs and bedding and have strong calloused fingers run through his hair, to be kissed on the forehead softly like he's worth something, like he deserves to be loved, that he isn't a monster, but his body doesn't get the memo, it tenses, bracing itself, knowing from past instances that touch never meant kindness, that touch was a warning for a beating to come, that touch is a ruse to have your guard down, having to fight this battle between instincts, having to re teach his body to relax when it's philza, teaching it to lean into the pats, teaching it rest his head on phil's shoulder and lessen the weight on him, and to give in to the need for touch

and philza minecraft, renowned hard core player, used to the way people hesitate to touch him for fear of breaking him, as if he's made of glass, combine that frustration and years of solitude? mans craves it just as much, starts off slow, lets them get used to friendly pats and handshakes and fist bumps and they're small, maybe after a while he'll lean on them while moaning about being tired, staying no longer than a second or two, testing the waters, seeing whether this is as far as it goes or if he can push for more, and he'll start giving hugs, maybe falling into the warmth for a bit longer than normal but no one will point it out if he acts like nothing happened, and so they don't, pushing, testing, pulling back, again and again until he's throwing his weight against them, until he hooks an arm around them as he explains his excitement for new builds, until he plops his head in their lap and starts reading a book, more and more and more

these motherfuckers have been deprived and i love it

(also, demi techno who's finally gotten the hang of hugs and lazing on each other: this is nice

his feelings: hello there

techno: who the fuck are you

But when he looked into the crater that day, he spotted a splash of green down at the bottom, noticeable against the grays of the crater.

Phil still couldn't fly properly, his wings still injured and regrowing their lost feathers. But regardless, he jumped down into the crater, outstretching his wings and using them to glide gently down to the bottom of the crater.

He landed on soft green grass and kneeled down, running his fingers through the blades. He glanced around, noticing the vines (not red, but green) growing from cracks in the rocks, the grass sprouting from wherever there is dirt and soil in the crater.

And there, several inches to the right of him was a small pink flower. It hadn't bloomed yet, it was still just a bud, but it was there. Alive and growing.

It was strange.

Phil knew that nature had it's own way of doing things. That eventually it would take over the crater of what had once been Lmanberg. But Phil had only visited a few weeks ago and it had been nothing like this. How could it have begun to flourish in such a short time?

Phil manevoured himself so he was laying down on the soft grass and turned on his side so he could face the small flower.

There was something else he could sense as he laid there in the crater. A warm, almost protective feeling, making him feel loved and cherished.

There was only one person who made Phil feel that way.

Techno.

His best friend, his mate, and his lover - Technoblade.

Technoblade, the God of Harvest, Fertility and Rebirth.

Technoblade, who was so closely tied to nature and had a heavy influence over it. Could make plants grow by just being near them. Even when he was asleep or in hibernation, his powers worked nonstop and could influence plants to grow even in the harshest of areas.

Techno may have been in the prison, but he was alive and being so close to Lmanberg, his powers no doubt must have reached the area. Had begun to take over the crater and heal it.

Phil reached his head out and gently brushed it against the flower, "This was you, wasn't it mate?"

The flower remained silent, but Phil knew the answer.

And now, he knew what his next big project was going to be.

Techno had begun to heal the area, but even a god with his powers could only do so much with a crater like this. He would need help, and Phil would provide it.

He began bringing soil to the crater, moving jagged rocks and covering it with dirt. He brought various plants and seeds, planting them in places he hoped they'd grow. He placed bushes and foliage around the crater. He directed what little water there was, often bringing water buckets and he made waterfalls to flow into the crater, to create new channels.

(He noticed occasionally, a certain Enderman popping in to place grass blocks here and there. Phil noticed, as well, a certain boy - not his child, but the brother of his son - watching from above as Phil worked. Sometimes even, the last president of Lmanberg would walk by, holding his son's hand, and drop off some soil or plant seeds. Phil never mentioned any of this to them, as he suspected they would prefer.)

He did all this, providing materials and helping Techno to build the area into something new, to help it heal and florish.

It was true that Techno and Phil had participated in Doomsday, had helped create the very crater they were now healing. They wanted to teach Lmanberg and the people there a lesson (and perhaps deal with a personal grudge and act out against the people who had hurt them). They didn't want another government to form or for Lmanberg to be rebuilt again. They had no regrets for their actions, but that didn't mean they wanted the land to remain a wasteland forever.

Dream's desire had been for nothing to ever grow their again and for the scars to never heal, but Techno and Phil didn't share that desire.

Lmanberg was gone, it wasn't coming back, but that didn't mean the land itself couldn't heal and florish. It had shown it could, with help and the right influence.

Phil sat in the bottom of the crater once more, so different from his last visit, with waterfalls and greenery everywhere. It was still a crater, that wouldn't change, but nature had begun to take the land back and turned it into something beautiful.

He smiled down at the little pink flower, now surrounded by many more flowers.

Admittedly my first proper post as part of this particular ship, so don’t mind me being quietly self conscious.

Also a second sidenote; doubtlessly any and all ideas of mine have been influenced by a dozen other better written prompts/other fics that I have read.

That being said, Blood God Technoblade:

The Blood God is feared throughout the lands as a violent God who has no mercy for humanity. He has been known to raze villages to the ground simply because one of the villagers was not respectful enough of him. The people speak his name in hushed, reverent whispers. 

The story begins in one such village which is within the Blood God’s domain. He is deeply feared, and to avoid invoking his wrath the people of the village choose instead to offer a sacrifice to the God once every decade in exchange for safety from the harsh bite of his blade. 

The villagers wish that they did not have to do this, but know that they must for the overall protection and the safety of the village. At the dawn of each decade the Blood God arrives at the village outskirts to claim his prize.

They have built a special altar in his honour. It is made of white marble and has a blood red altar cloth adorned with a gold trim. It is said that the Blood God is fond of gold. Sacrifices are tied to the altar, where the Blood God will judge them, and if they are deemed worthy he we take them. The villagers do not know what happens to the sacrifices once the Blood God leaves, but no sacrifices have ever returned.

In the weeks building up to the time in which the Blood God will arrive there is much disorder about who will be the unfortunate sacrifice. The village elder watches on, trying to placate and soothe the growing fears of the villagers. 

The elder is the oldest in the village, and has witnessed seven of the previous sacrifices take place. 

Sometimes it is an easy choice, for some brave soul will offer himself up as a sacrifice for the greater good of the people, and the villagers can rest easy.

On other times the choice is far from easy. Eventually the townsfolk settled over the years on drawing lots to determine who would be the unfortunate sacrifice on the occasions where no volunteer stepped forward.

One year a young girl of only sixteen years of age drew the lot that determined her fate with trembling hands. The villagers were uneasy, but the lot had been drawn. Her parents had been distraught. 

However, the Blood God had not accepted this sacrifice. He shunned the villagers for being willing to allow such a young girl to be sent to her death, and in retribution he took the members of the village council and the current village elder as sacrifices instead. From then on the message was clear; women and children were not to be sacrificed to the Blood God.

Every decade after that only the men in the village drew lots, wives and children watching on anxiously.

On the year that the story takes place, a man with an easy smile and shoulder length blond hair was the one to draw the short straw. 

A hush settled over the crowd as he was declared to be the sacrifice. It was always a sad day when a man with a family was sent to his death. 

The man’s wife had died six years prior of pox, leaving him a single father to his two children. One was aged sixteen, a tall lad with wavy brown hair and clever fingers that was often found plucking at the strings of a guitar. His younger son was aged only eight, and was brash and blond, often in trouble for his silver tongue and wit. Their anguished sobs could be heard in the crowd.

He was well liked amongst the village citizens as well. Every resident of the village would tell a pleasant tale of the man by the name of Philza. He helped strangers carry heavy loads, he gave to the poor, he had even taught for some time in the small village school, all the while caring for his two sons. 

It was truly a tragedy that he was the one to be picked for the sacrifice, but the lot was fair, and nobody got special treatment.

On the day of the sacrifice he hugged his sons close to his chest, promising them that he would love them always, and asked them to remain strong without him. The two boys nodded with tear filled eyes.

He tried his hardest not to cry when the knock on the door came far too soon, or as he walked to the outskirts of town, lead by the villagers. He had asked his sons to remain at home, not wanting them to witness what was about to take place.

The villagers began to cover him with pieces of gold jewellery to please the God, slipping gold bangles onto his wrist, rings onto his fingers and finally a golden necklace around his neck with the mark of the Blood God on it. The preparations finished, they secured the tight rope that bound him to the altar, and the man took a deep breath to calm himself. 

As the Blood God arrived the villagers fell to their knees, some looking on in awe, others keeping their eyes trained on the ground as though their lives depended on it. Perhaps they did. Those that had never been in the Blood God’s presence before looked on with wide eyes. 

The God was a massive, hulking figure, eight feet tall. His long hair fell down his back, and sharp tusks jutted from his mouth, which was pulled back into a cruel snarl. A golden crown adorned his head, encrusted with gems which glinted as they caught the sunlight. The sword at his hips dripped with the blood of slain foes. His blood red eyes were piercing as he scanned the crowd, finally stopping to rest on the blond haired man tied to the altar.

It was all Phil could do to hold in the tears that threatened to spill as the Blood God surveyed him and spoke the damning words.

“I accept your sacrifice.”

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-gay birds anon (that’s right i’m back after like a few months)

Welcome back gay birds anon (≧∇≦)/

Techno’s been in Minecraft Mondays for just over 2 months at this point, and each and every teammate he’s had (politely speaking) sucks. He can tell the admins are trying to stop him from winning to no avail. He’s just too good. 

So knowing this, he doesn’t have very high expectations. Who even is this new guy? Phil-Z-A? Phil-Za? Eh, whoever he is, all Techno can hope for is him not throwing the game too hard. 

Except he’s not. He’s actually good. 

Not only that, they vibe surprisingly well.  It’s too much. Techno has never clicked with someone the same say he has with Philza. They laugh and joke and fight together, and it all goes so well. There’s no missteps, no dead jokes, no awkwardness filling the air when they share a quiet moment. 

During a slow part between games, it comes up. Philza insists he call him Phil. He also makes them trade contact info so they can play together again. They’re friends. 

Afterwards, Techno stands on the winner’s stage with Phil accepting their medal and looks over. His breath is stolen away. Because there stands Phil, the most genuine and quickest friend he’s ever made. The server’s setting sun shines in his hair. His smile is stretched across his face as he holds up the gold medal. He glances over at Techno with those eyes blue like the ocean. When he catches his eyes, he didn’t think it could, but Phil’s smile grows even brighter. 

Here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33014482

Phil is a lonely man living in his small cottage in the woods. Each day he goes out hunting and returns to his empty cottage.

One day he returns to his cottage… and it’s clean. Not only that, the little garden outside looks taken care of and expanded. There’s a hot meal waiting for him at the table. It’s almost like he has a wife… expect he doesn’t. Strange. Anyway, Phil enjoys his meal and goes out the next day as usual. He returns home and it’s happened again. 

This cycle goes on a few days until Phil hatches a plan to leave, but hide in the woods and watch his house. What Phil sees next confuses him. A pig wanders out of the underbrush and right into his cottage, nosing open the unlocked door (Don’t judge him, he’s alone in these woods. He doesn’t even own anything valuable.) He follows it in, wanting to shoo it out before it makes a mess. Except, he enters and sees a stranger, tidying up his kitchen. The only other difference is the pig skin hanging on the coat rack. The man introduces himself as Phil’s husband. Phil… is okay with this. The man is handsome and works hard. He doesn’t mind cleaning or working in the garden while Phil goes out hunting. In fact, now that they’ve met his new husband stays for dinner. He still wanders off some nights, taking his pig skin from the coat rack with him, but he’s always returned by the time Phil returns the next evening.

Oh yeah for sure.

Phil is by no means a conventional Omega and while he's beautiful, and desirable, not a lot of Alphas actually consider him to be fit to be a good mate. Phil knows this and he's made peace with it. He wouldn't want a mate who wants to him to fit society norms anyway.

Techno just finds it all very confusing.

Because, you see, back in the old days things were very different. Omegas were invaluable to the family and packs, were well-respected and often looked to for advice and leadership (think of it akin to like a matriarchal society). It was normal for Omegas to be soft as well as fierce, a perfect combination of both. Some Omegas tended to be more submissive and some were more aggressive, but there was no shame in being one way or the other.

Alphas were expected to protect their pack and follow orders, to respect everyone, especially Omegas. If an Alpha disrespected or tried to threaten an Omega, there was a good chance they'd be punished or maybe even exiled if they harmed the Omega in any way.

Techno follows his instincts, as well as the old way of thinking (since the old way of thinking is based on following your instincts).

He just loves Phil the way he is - fierce and independent, chaotic and bold, never afraid to speak his mind or start a fight. He can be kind as well, with a gentle touch and soft words. He can be soft and submissive, but he can't be forced to be those things, that side of him has to come out naturally and on it's own. It's only when he feels safe and comfortable, that he'll let his walls down and curl up in Techno's lap, content to be held and protected by his Alpha. And Techno is more than happy to take care of Phil, to cherish and love him.

Everytime someone tells her this, she just laughs and says, "No offense to Phil, he's great and all, but I'm not exactly interested in gay men who have been pining after the same man for over a thousand years."

She leaves it at that, never explaining more. There is more of course, like the fact that she can't even touch Phil or get close to him without a massive red threatening aura appearing around him, giving her a massive headache and causing her to effectively stay away.

Because people get it all wrong. Phil isn't hers at all, Death can not touch him, not so long as he belongs to the God of Blood.

For Techno, the God of Blood, has claimed Phil firmly and left his marks deep in Phil, making sure no other gods can touch or claim him. Thus, the red aura appearing around Phil if a god gets too close, only visible to deities and only affecting them.

Techno and Phil's relationship amuses Kristin and she continues to watch from a safe distance, wondering when these two massive idiots will realize they're mutually pining after each other and are very much in love. It might take another thousand years or so, but that's fine, since they're all immortal.

If Kristin sends a baby zombie here or there to cause Techno to panic and protect Phil, hopefully bringing them closer to confessing, well that's her business.