y/n is dead. He died long before anyone populated the dream smp, after he died he became a ghost. He didn't think the smp members could see or hear him and even if they could he didn't want to speak I will use he/him pronouns in this but I may write more with gender-neutral pronouns so be on the lookout for that :) this is in no way going to be nsfw and the farthest it will go is fluff because I don't want technoblade, if he reads this, to be uncomfortable and if anyone in this fic says that they are uncomfortable with it I will take it down asap. There will be other ships in this that will be mention briefly but have no relevance to the plot. Also, this is written in Minecraft because that is easier for me to write :) enjoy:)))))

"if you want to kill a god , aim for it's heart" "Why?" "Because it's fragile , like ours " He aimed , but never fired -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- Suggestive content , explicit conversations about sexual themes and attraction , panic attacks , please proceed with caution . No real names used , just George's but there's nothing I can do that .

•𝓜𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶• 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒘𝒐