What makes you think I'm so special? // Technoblade x ftm Reader

//Chapter 1// Souvenirs From The Past//

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' Alastor, I don't want to train anymore!' y/n complained saving herself from another slash to the back. 

Alastor, swinging his sword and hitting y/n on the head, laughed 'This is all you can do, and have to do for the next half an hour till dinner is prepared.' 

Y/n puffed a sigh and continued to defend herself  from her butler. They were in the training gardens of y/n's mansion, using wooden swords and axes to practice close combat.

{Flashback time skip}

Alastor doesn't enjoy remembering his past particularly. Over the years, however, the closer he's gotten to y/n, the more open he's been about telling her what happened. He was an enderman. That was obvious. He was tall, much taller than the average person. His skin was slightly furry and a dark shade, almost black. He had beautiful glowing eyes and particles would float around him. Oh and he could teleport. Yet some features of him were unmistakably wrong. When Alastor was born in the End, the other endermen feared him. He could never see what was supposedly wrong with him since he was colorblind. In the uncivilized society of Endermen, that only made much more of an outcast. They pushed him away into his house where only his older sister would look after him, even his parents neglected him for the way he looked. 

A usual enderman has dark, almost black, purple fur, their arms and legs fading into a slightly lighter color. They are extremely tall and skinny. Their eyes glow a pearly violet and so do their particles. Alastor's eyes were a dark, muted magenta and his hair was of a light vermillion color. His skin, though dark, still had hints of red in it, especially his limbs.  At the age of 6, his parents had had enough of him, they restrained his sister, took him to the ledge, and threw him off. That was the only way to get rid of an incorrect enderman. Alastor could never describe the torture he felt in the void. But he didn't die. No matter how much he wanted to disappear, he didn't. After hours of falling into the endless pit, the pain vanished, relief and drowsiness settled in as Alastor began to fade into a deep sleep. 

He woke up in a soft material. Below him was a cushioned, mellow fabric. It stood on four legs made from a matter similar to the chorus plant. Above it was the same matter, creating a roof. from the sides, translucent fabrics (the same shade as his eyes) were draped towards the flooring. A strange creature sat on some sort of deformed boulder made from the same material as the four-legged cushion. The creature had light-colored hair that was put together into a small ball on its head. It was short and had weirdly pale fur, which wasn't fur but rather skin. It wore a white fabric on its body and head. 

'⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍? ⍙⊑⊬ ⎅⍜⟒⌇ ⋏⍜⏁⊑⟟⋏☌ ⊑⎍⍀⏁? ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⟟⌇ ⏁⊑⟟⌇?' the young enderman asked, picking up the fabric on top of him.

'Pardon? Did you say something?' the misshapen creature replied. 

'⟟ ☊⏃⋏  understand  ⊬⍜⎍?' He asked. To be completely honest he was scared and tired, even if he had slept for a long while. Before he could let the thing answer, he was already back in the soft material, asleep. In his drowsiness, he could feel the creature changing his drapes, modestly. It put a cold liquid on his head, immediately moving it away, noticing it damaged his fur. It started rubbing his face and fixing his hair. After some time he couldn't feel the creature's hands on him anymore.

He had been found by y/n's father, one of the most honorable men of the king's court. The man took Alastor in and studied him. He taught him the English language whilst also learning Enderman. He taught him what the unknown meant to him like beds and people and girls and boys and other kinds of creatures. He taught him about human manners and how to serve his daughter y/n. In turn, the man learned about the End and how to interact with other Enderman that may visit their world. The humans had never heard of this new dimension: the End. They had only ever found the Nether where even still, they were learning of new and wonderous things. This new information gave y/n's father an upper hand in the courtroom. A whole new world to explore. 

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'Lady y/n, Alastor, dinner is ready' the maid Matilda called them from the castle. God how y/n hated that they called her 'Lady'. She felt so off, misplaced when called anything feminine. They put down their wooden swords and headed to the castle dining room, exchanging small chit-chat and laughs. Y/n sat down at the table as Alastor went off to go help in the kitchen. Dinner was usually quiet so it gave y/n a lot of time to speculate. y/n started to think about the word 'Lady' from earlier. Why did it feel so off? Y/n didn't feel herself being called a 'Lady'. She doesn't even feel herself when being called 'her'. She had no time to speculate  since Alastor had come back with the others and the food. Bowing, Alastor left to go eat with the butlers. Although Alastor was y/n's best friend, he wasn't allowed to eat at the master table. Most of the times he still ate there anyways. Y/n's father was usually at meetings around dinner time so they wouldn't get caught. This time her father was sitting at the other end, reading a book about the Nether.

Why would he be reading about rhe Nether?

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