A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

Sleep Heals All Wounds

Let's just say, every muscle was aching.

It was dark, it was cold and you were in pain. After running across the kingdom and falling over quite pathetically it was to be expected, but the adrenaline you had when chasing down that thief really covered up some hidden bruises.

Right now you were basically limping back towards the blacksmith, the only thing keeping you going was the worried look on your fathers face. You aren't the type of person to sneak out to a late night party, so for it to already be past sunset and you not to be home, was probably something to be worried about. There is no way you are running all the way back either, especially with your legs feeling like gelatin.

Well at least you had your bag and gemstone, having to bare the news that you lost it immediately right after being gifted it would be just humiliating. Not to mention the sad look on Mrs Everlys face would kill any poor soul, you can already imagine the turned down lips and glossy eyes. Though, Instead of losing the stone, it looks like you lost eating privileges to make up for it.

The churn of your stomach gurgled with need, if you didn't have a brain, your stomach would be digesting dirt at the moment. Good thing you're not crazy and you're almost home anyway, so maybe you could just sleep on it. Father won't be happy, poor things probably starving.

Wanna know another person who wasn't happy? That strange man in the restricted section, hiding in that saloon type store. His red eyes were something unforgettable, always sneaking into the corners of your brain, popping up every now and then. Sending little goosebumps and chills over your body, whether it was out of fear or what, you couldn't tell.

But still, he seemed suspicious. Like who hangs around there?

He looked important at least, especially with that map. Now that you were thinking, it would make more sense that it was a blueprint of some sorts. Ah, he was just some snobby looking designer. He definitely looked the part that's for sure. Having a delicately made red vest fit snugly around his hips and chest, the way his white collared shirt cuffed perfectly at his wrists. Everything went well together with the beautiful accents of gold he had, curving with his vest that looked like royal wallpaper.

Not gonna lie, it's pretty weird you got a perfect picture of him in your head, don't you think?

"Ah, home at last." Passing time by day dreaming got you closer to home than you expected as you looked up to the blacksmith. It stood out well along the lantern lit street, the smooth grey going against the oak wood. No one could've missed it, there was also a giant sign that said 'BLACKSMITH' on it, but anyway.

Looking around one last time to make sure no one was watching or following your trail, you walk towards the side alleyway, heading to the back of the blacksmith. It was pretty cool you had a secret little entrance, your home wasn't the blacksmith of course, but more on top of the blacksmith itself. As you walked around the corner, you're met with the back of the building, it wasn't anything special. It was more filled with metal scraps and a small bonfire, your father would use it when he had any of his 'pub mates' over. Those nights always ended with a lot of booze and dangerous sword fighting. Unlike you who is just eager to get in bed and go to Dreamland, I think drinking can wait some other night.

So with that, you make your way up the stone stairs that sat against the outer blacksmith walls. Your mother and father created this themselves, way before you were born. I guess they needed more space when you came into the world, can't have a baby live amongst molten metal and murder objects now can we?

Dragging yourself up the stairs graced you with an amazing view, as the hard rock of the veranda held you up.

The kingdom was so very pretty, especially at this time of night. Lanterns lit up the entirety of the streets, spreading a glow to light up a darkened sky. Following the rays, it guides you to a majestic castle, awaiting on top of a small hill. This was one of your favourite things to do besides welding, just to stand in the dead of night, watching the bright flare of a castle spread its radiance across the city. This is what it means to be calm, having all of todays struggles wash away, just because of this one moment.

It was enchanting.

Sadly, it can't last forever, so with a breath, you push open the wooden door to the entrance of your home. The home in question definitely wasn't a mansion or what some would consider 'big,' it was small to say the least. But, it was enough for three people to live comfortably, so for you and your father, it was perfect. Even if you wish that space was filled. Ignoring those negative thoughts, you push further into the living room, where you were met with a tired old man.

"Dad?..." You pat his head. Your father was laying on the lounge, legs half off and neck in what looked to be a very uncomfortable position. "Dad? Dad helloooo." You poke him a few more times, raising your voice a tad just to wake him up. He mumbles slightly.

"(Y/N)?.." his voice was coarse, he was definitely sleeping.

"Hey dad, I'm home. Sorry I'm late, there was this stupid guy and-" Before you could finish, your father lept from his tired position to pull your head into his hands.

"Oh what on earth happened?" He asked, voice full of concern. He took a good look at you, his eyes traveling from your dirtied up face to your bruised knees. "My dear, your knees look like they've been bleeding." He was more concerned than upset, that's to be expected, the amount of times you have accidentally hurt yourself during work hours was nothing to freak out about. Your body has been cut, burnt and pricked more times than anyone can count.

"Right, yes I know. I'm sorry dad." He pulls you into a hug, muffling your apologies and explanations.

"Don't stress, other people can ruin your day easily. It's a part of life, there are some pretty awful people out there. See this as a sort of experience." And he's back, patting your shoulder and wearing that goofy grin. That's what you love about him, always making any negative into a positive. Even if it turned into a lesson. "I'm just happy you're home safe." He grins, scratching his beard.

"Yeah, sooo... about dinner. Because I was kinda sorta robbed, I couldn't get us anything for tea." You twiddle your thumbs awkwardly, your father on the other hand just lets out a big guffaw. Obviously confused as you scrunch your eyebrows into a perplexed state.

"That's what you're worried about?" He ruffles your hair. "Go to bed for goodness sake." With that he kisses your forehead and wishes you a rested sleep before walking away.

"Don't forget the festivals tomorrow!" He calls from down the hall.

How could I forget.

Dragging yourself sluggishly down the hall, all the way to the last door, the one being your bed chambers. Inside was just a simple wooden bed in the corner, along with a dresser and a dusty mirror on the side. It wasn't anything grand, but you did decorate the room with some family paintings and metal art you did over the years. There was one thing that was pretty cool in your opinion though, which was the balcony attached to the back of your room. The balcony was actually the top front of the blacksmith, you could always spy on people walking in. Those days were pretty rare, since the only time you could do that was when you were sick or badly hurt.

Well anyway, it was comfy, that's all that matters.

Pulling the leather strap over your head, you throw the sachet onto your dresser, landing with a quiet thud.

Haha, wait a minute. Quiet thud? Shouldn't it be a y'know, more of a light tap or a sort of metallic sound?

Shit.

Panicking, you rush over ripping the bag open and holding it upside down, waving it around regretfully as it hurt your damaged arms.

Nothing but a couple dust bunnies.