MCYT Oneshots

Technoblade x Reader

TW: Angst

You were always known as the happy-go-lucky person, and this caused some people to take advantage. Your thoughts flash back to Dream. He isolated you from all of your friends and spread nasty rumors about you. He pretended he was your only friend, while you were always confused as to why your best of friends now hated you. You always hung around with Dream, even when you were questioning what you both were doing. Why were you both making stacks and stacks of TNT? But Dream made you laugh and had been there through your worst, so you dropped your questions within seconds. Dream himself had even said that he loved you, and you said you loved him too.

If only you had noticed the malicious smirk on his face.

He had been using you to destroy L'manberg. Your home. The help and resources you had been giving him gave him all the resources he needed to obliterate the small nation within seconds. You remember crying as you realized what happened. Dream had come to you and smiled. But his smile was filled with malice. He explained how you had helped him do this, how you were the villain, how no one would ever like you anymore.

And then he had knocked you out.

You woke up on a soft white bed. Your wounds were mostly healed, but the throbbing sensation in your head still lingered. You didn't know where you were, and when you looked out, all you saw was snow. You started crying to yourself. You remembered the moments that had occurred before. There were withers around you as Dream talked to you. 

You are the villain. This is all your fault. L'manberg is gone because of you.

"It's all my fault," you muttered to yourself while tiny streams of tears flowed down your cheek, the salt burning in your scarred flesh.

You suddenly felt a large hand place itself on your shoulder. You hear a deep, monotone voice speaking.

Speaking to you.

"It's not your fault, Y/N," the voice said. You looked up and saw a tall man crouching down to meet your face. He was probably 7 feet tall. Covering the upper part of his face was a boar head. He was wearing a white shirt and brown pants, and on his shoulders, was a red cloak. You looked at his face again, and then at his head. He was wearing a crown.

It was Technoblade.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, and hugged him. You gripped onto him like you were holding onto a rope that was preventing you from falling any further. You didn't care who he was or what he could do. You just wanted someone to actually be there for you.

 He tensed up for a second before accepting it and rubbing circles on your back to calm you down. He wasn't one for physical affection, but you had done something to him. Something about seeing you getting taken advantage of, something about your kindness, something about your innocence, had broken him. He could relate to a personality like that in the far past.