REVOLUTION. Technoblade x OC

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A/N: Dear you, yes you reading this! You deserve the world and more. 


"You have a really nice Aunt. She's generous. I still don't have a clue how I'll pay her back." Techno says as he sits down on the white-painted bench in the middle of the intricate flower garden.

Ana crouches down to touch a group of vibrant red poppies and shrugs nonchalantly. "You don't need to. It doesn't matter too much to her. She just likes giving gifts. Lovely woman."

Techno sighs, looking down at his fingers and mindlessly twisting his new ring. "I feel bad though. How are you guys so loaded though?" He looks back up towards Ana, curious to hear the answer.

Standing up, Ana walks over to Techno, plopping herself next to him. She picks up his hand, playing with it. "Aunt Liz is from my mom's side of the family. They're rich because all the money is passed down, and usually, whoever inherits the money does things such as invest in businesses. They just take the money and make more of it I guess. It's funny though, my mom married a broke guy. He eventually made an empire though, so whatever."

Nodding in understandance, Techno watches her hands fumble his own. "Any mafia-related things I should know about you?"

Ana instantly wheezes, greatly amused by his words. "Jesus Christ, not to my knowledge. That would be cool though!"

"Do you want to sneak around this place, and break into some weird basements to find the drugs?" Techno plays along, admiring the way light shines in Ana's eyes as she laughs.

"I don't know, I rather value my life." Ana shakes her head, amused.

"Are you satisfied with an average life?" Techno asks.

Ana comically tilts her head, "This is certainly not an average life, but I'd say I'm alright for now. I'm never satisfied. How about you?"

"There are many more experiences in life that I haven't had and I'm looking forward to. Satisfaction is not easily met."

Ana nods, understanding. "Oh for sure."

"I'll never be satisfied without someone as beautiful as you by my side." Techno lightly flirts, looking away with embarrassment.

Her head snaps to face him, eyes wide and mouth agape. Now red as a tomato, she tries her best to speak without her voice shaking. "You're really out for my neck today, huh?"

"I wanna make you nervous." He turns back to face her, using as much control as possible to force his face into a calm mask.

Slapping her two hands over her face, she groans, shaking her head. "You're so mean."

"That's why you love me." Techno's face breaks into a guilty smile.

"Shush. I'll deal with you later." Ana jumps up from her seat, running away.

Techno also gets up to run after her. The two are laughing, chasing each other through the maze-like palace of flowers. Their shoes hitting the red brick that made up the paths are loud, helping Ana know where he was without turning around.

Ana runs towards a flower-adorned archway that leads to a tiny tunnel. The tunnel itself is short, but when the two make it through, the red brick road ends. Instead, they're met with an open green hill with a noticeably worn-out dirt foot road.

Techno is not far behind her, lightly jogging after her. Ana is in a fit of giggles, Techno enjoying every second of this experience. Ana stops at the peak of the hill. A small flat clearing overlooking a peaceful lake. She collapses onto the grassy floor, heavily breathing. Nonetheless, she admires the clear skies, and the light shining down onto the lake causing beautiful reflections of the sky. Techno eventually plops down right next to her, lying down to catch his breath.

He's on his back as his eyes watch the clouds, but they soon drift to watch Ana. It always went back to her. Without a second of thinking, his hand lifts up to grab hers. This causes Ana to look down at him, with a light smile on her pink lips. His thumb pleasantly caresses her knuckles. He gets off his back, moving to sit up like Ana. He gently lifts her hand up to his lips. His eyes don't leave hers as she looks into his luminous eyes that reflect care and adoration.

He puts down her hand, instead of leaning in towards her. His eyes flicker back and forth from her slightly dazed eyes and open lips, silently asking for permission to proceed.

With a blush, she gives him a soft nod. The second his lips were on hers, their eyes closed, savoring the peace in the moment. Savouring the sound of the wind, chirps of the birds, the swans flapping their wings, and talking to their young. The leaves of trees rustling in the wind, church bells ringing in the distance to signify the time of the day.