A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

I Loaf You

[Sorry for the late upload, enjoy the long chapter ~ Emily 🤍]

"Ma'am?"

...

"Ma'am??" You felt a light shove. "(Y/N)!"

"Wha?" You say groggily.

"Morning, (Y/N). How did you sleep?" Anne starts pulling back the blankets, flattening them to the end of the bed. You sprawled out uncontrollably, stretching and cracking your bones in a satisfying snap. The bed felt so warm against your smooth skin, rubbing across it in a soothing manner.

"Mmm." Anne smiled at your sluggish awakening, opening the curtains further.

"Aghhh." You groaned, shielding your face from the bothersome ball of fire.

Anne whipped around the room, fixing everything up and putting stuff back in their proper places. She pulled out a different piece of clothing from the wardrobe and stabled the mirror that was somewhat crooked. Even grabbing the letter you wrote last night.

"Here," she threw the clothing onto the bed. "Wear this for today, breakfast is going to be served soon so I would suggest you get up and get ready." She said while multitasking.

"Um," you pick up the clothing, examining it to be another dress. "Yea, no." The dress was of course very pretty, a lavender purple with fluffy edges. But, after last night, you really didn't want to wear another dress right now.

"Something wrong?" Anne walked to the end of the bed, taking back the dress you were holding.

"Can I just wear something less..." you wave your arms around. "Like that."

"Hmm." Anne hums, going back to search through the wardrobe. "I think I have something you will like." Anne lifts out a piece of denim, it was a dark shade of classic denim overalls and a white long sleeved shirt to go with it. You smile up at Anne, getting out of bed to take the comforting clothes.

"Thank you, Anne." She ruffles your hair.

"Of course, now please get dressed." She snaps her fingers and walks out of the recently aired room.

The denim slipped onto your body perfectly, acting as a comforting bubble. The straps clinged to your back with ease and clipped onto the front, silver buttons securely. It felt like the old, leather apron you used to wear at the blacksmith, except without all the smog and burnt splotches. It made you miss the blacksmith, the heat from the molten metal, the freedom and creativity to mould and carve, early mornings filled with liquid black goodness and the rising sun.

Dad.

That's the one good thing about not having any friends, you don't have the burden of missing anyone.

***

Ugh.

You bang your head flat against the dark, oak table. Alicia and Elania are fighting again, and it's giving you a goddamn headache. Besides that, breakfast was fine. No one seemed to mention the 'slapping' incident, the only thing they saw apparently was you running out of the room. The girls also didn't mention anything about the mutated cow you accidentally stumbled across either, which you were glad, it was almost impossible eating breakfast without wanting to spew.

It was the spine that disturbed you the most, it didn't slip out on its own, it looked to be more ripped out forcefully.

You shiver at the uncomfortable memory.

"Everything okay, (Y/N)?" Victoria asks, laughing at whatever the other two were fighting about. "Usually you're more entertained by their fanatics."

"Guess it got boring." You say dryly, not interested in conversing. You liked Elania, you really did. But, she gets influenced by Alicia so easily. It isn't her fault per say, but she should be mature enough to know that Alicia is just egging her on. They don't even fight about anything interesting either, just little things, like how Elania sometimes chews with her mouth open or how Alicia glares at her from across the table. It's all childish bickering.