Beauty and the Beast

Chapter 3

"Tonight is the night you confess your love." Wilbur mused, holding Technoblade's cheeks with his candlestick hands. Phil was behind him brushing out Technoblade's long hair, detangling it from years of abuse. He growled at every pull and tangle, Phil would scoff, scolding him that he should've been keeping up with his hair and that he's lucky you'll even look at him with this much of a rat's nest.

"Wil. I'm not sure I can do that." He huffed as Wilbur shoved a toothbrush in his mouth,

"Your breath is disgusting. She probably could smell it for miles! Brush!"

"It's not that bad." He mumbled self consciously, as Wilbur scoffed,

"You must confess tonight!" Wilbur groaned and Technoblade whined softly,

"You care for (Y/n) Don't you?" Phil asked braiding Technoblades hair down his back, Technoblade sighed a dreamy smile.

"More than anything." No one doubted the earnestness in his voice,

"Then why not tell her?" Phil hummed, "Done." He took a step back to admire his handiwork, "You look good old friend."

"I can't tell her...I just can't."

Wilbur scoffed taking Technoblade by the collar of his shirt, "You must! There will be beautiful music, romantic candlelight provided by myself. So I'll be with you every step of the way! Then when the moment is right you tell her."

"But how will I know!"

Both Wilbur and Phil looked at one another and sighed,

"You'll feel slightly nauseous." Wilbur mused and Phil hit him over the head,

"You're gonna scare him. You'll know because you'll feel it in here." Phil pointed to his heart, "Speak from there. Your highness, I know you don't want to hear this...but the rose is wilting. It has so little time left. You must."

"Guys I can't. She could say no or worse laugh or-"

"Look at yourself." Wilbur urged holding up a mirror, Techno looked away but Wilbur turned his head to look. Techno stilled not wanting to face his own horrible reflection, but Wilbur continued to urge him to do so. Finally, he looked at his reflection and was startled by what he saw, he saw someone handsome. Even with the beastly features souring his reflection his hair was braided nicely down his back, loose strands fell in his face that framed it nicely. Gold littered his fingers, ears, and his neck his dress shirt was pressed nicely with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was snug but not enough to tear if he moved at an odd angle. "See? If she says no she's a fool."

"Your highness!" Sally called knocking lightly on the door, "She's ready."

Technoblade took a deep breath in and stood up from his stool, "As am I Sally."

"You look handsome sire,"

"Thank you." He smiled genuinely at the woman who looked excitedly over at Wilbur,

"Remember I'll be by your side the entire time."

Technoblade nodded and stepped into the wild unknown, he greeted you at the top of the steps and was at a loss for words. You were beautiful, stunning even, his tongue felt heavy and his mind reeled trying to find the appropriate compliment to express himself. Hair framed your face perfectly, Niki and Sally did a wonderful job for you, the dress was golden and hugged you in all the proper places. It pooled out by your hips and trailed along the floor making you look like the Princess his young self wished he could have, the princess who would swoop in and break his curse. His tail began to wag behind him at a rapid pace as you grew close, he hissed for it to stop, like it had a mind of its own. Finally, you stood before him, you took the dress in your palms and bowed, "You look handsome your highness."