A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

Red Wine

[Hope you enjoy 🤍] ~ Emily

The moon illuminated the beautiful dinner table, creating a spotlight of shimmer over the fiasco that was frozen in time. Gold rimmed plates went crashing to the floor, crackling into a thousand miniature pieces. It looked almost like glitter, the way it sparkled in areas of light, spreading its dust onto the now dirty floor. The floor itself was full of wasted food, squashed tomatoes had smeared their bodily fluids across the tiles, accompanied by red wine that made the floor look as if it were painted red. Forgotten candles flared in distaste, letting their melted liquid spread into veins of hard wax upon the expensive carved wood. It was a dinner fit for a King or a Prince, even a lowly craftsman who only saw themselves through black metal. However, no one knew that tonight's dinner would be accompanied by death himself.

All except for one person.

Your hip burned with anger against the hard table, bruising with your entire weight on it. The irritation in your wrist makes you shake and sweat with forced strength, all because you are trying to keep a man you were just wishing death upon from dying. It was ironic, ironic in the way death worked. It could happen at any moment, at any time. But, that didn't make death fair. Death was never fair, you knew that yourself, through the worst possible ways. Ways that if you thought back on, made you curse with pathetic uselessness. You couldn't do anything back then, you were only a child. But, it's different now, you can do something and if you didn't.

You would rather join him than know you failed once more.

"Please." You almost whisper, voice breaking with panic.

His rubies searched deep into your golden like eyes. You tried to look as sincere as possible, golden jewels begging into a glossed over fog, pleading to put the deathly snack down.

He showed a flicker of defiance, before finally succumbing.

Your arm fell flat on the table, feeling cool against the hot heat that ran over your skin, your head soon followed, lightly thudding with relief.

"Thank you." You say, breathing gasps of air.

Guards and workers came rushing over instantly, checking the King first before anyone else. You couldn't really make out what they were saying, it just sounded like muffles of shouts and maniacal words. For what seemed like hours of panic, really was only seconds, all you knew was that it was over, at least for now. It didn't stop the doom of realisation, you thought everyone was feeling the same thing. Someone of murderous intent is inside this castle and no one knows who or where they are, it could be the friends you have made these past couple of days, a person of royal stature, maybe even an invisible worker. But they are here, and they are deathly real.

No way in... No way out...

"(Y/N)." You felt smooth hands caress your cheeks, gently lifting your head up from the hard table. It felt like you were on a cloud, making your eyes droop with sleepiness. "How did you know?" His voice was soft, funnily enough, almost angelic. It reminded you of a lullaby.

"The smell." You lift your body up more, creaking with restraint as sweet hands leave dejectedly. "It's rat poison, we used to use it for the blacksmith." You say, noticeably exhausted. He leaves his chair astray, more focused on you.

"Here." He helps lift you up, careful not to hurt your already painful hip. He supports your limp body, letting you stand straight. Even if you were slightly leaning on him, it didn't seem like he minded. "I could have died." He mutters.

"Yeah." You snicker. "That would have been awkward." You rub your head, hoping to make the unforgiving headache disappear.

"You are so annoyingly casual." He huffs. "You should insult me." You smile at his words, leaning into his shoulder more.