A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

The Festival Begins

Let's just say you didn't have the best sleep.

You were stood behind the workbench yet again for another busy day, except this time with black bags and a pessimistic attitude.

It was busy, that's a given, but today just wasn't your day. You stuffed up so many orders and instructions so far it was crazy, you mistook a katana for an axe. Not to mention the delivery addresses you got wrong, it was just painful to watch. So painful even your father noticed. He was constantly sending over worried looks and weird hand gestures, trying to send a signal to ask if you were okay.

You waved it off with a simple fake smile, worked every time.

Except this time.

"Alright, that's it, I've had enough." Your father comes up to you, shaking you by your shoulders. "Wakey wakey, hellooooo? I feel like I've been working with a depressed corpse all day. Would you please tell me what happened?" Fiddling with your apron, you try to think of an answer.

"Bad sleep?" Which wasn't wrong mind you, but if you had to tell him everything it would take too long, it's already taking you long enough to carve this handle. "Dad, don't worry about it, I'm fine." Maybe you had too much fresh air yesterday.

"Hmmm." He watches you closely, eyes squinting.

This is so uncomfortable.

"Dad, you're scaring me." That's when his face changed, into a very... oh no. He's making that face, you know the 'I have the best idea in the world' face?

Yeah, it's that face.

"Oh no, whatever you're thinking I already know I'm gonna hate it, so just kill me now." He laughs at your dramatics, before pulling off your dirty apron.

"You are going to go and enjoy the event." Okay, you were upset, but not THAT upset.

"Nope, nope, nope, nope." You push him away with your hands, standing up from your seated position. "I am most certainly not going out there with all those people, no way." You swung your arms, making a huge cross. "I would literally rather smelt iron for ten hours."

"Yeah okay miss actress, I could take you up on that offer?" He smirks.

God damnit.

"But, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaad." You groan flopping your body childishly, swinging your head back. "I hate peopleeeee."

"Oh my god, could you at least try to act like you're turning twenty? So, so childish." He's just teasing of course, but it does make you stand up straighter. "Please go out and enjoy the event for a little while, for me?"

Ah, puppy dog eyes. For a big gruff man like him, it still seems to work.

"Ugh, fine. But, I'm not staying all day." You cross your arms.

"You're such a child, go, go." He literally shoos you away.

You admit defeat with a scoff. Whatever, it gives you an excuse to search for your lost gem.

So with a huff, you pull on your sachet and walk out of the blacksmith.