His Angel || (Technoblade X Female Reader){Gifted Series: Book 1}

Chapter 6

A/n: I'll put trigger warnings in italics before I put who's POV it is. Just for future reference.
There's fluff ahead.
((Y/n) POV)
The elegant room looked rather gloomy as she woke up. Her usually cheery, rose colored room had turned dismayal as she peered about it. It was night, but clouds covered the usually bright moon and stars.

She flinched as she sat up, pain shooting up her arm. She got up nonetheless. Unsure what to do, she stood up, her white nightgown made hardly any noise as she made her way down the hall. She would just check and see if anyone was awake. She peered into her older brother's room first. He was sleeping soundly with his hair all a mess. Sleep well, Will. She glided to another room and checked on Tommy. He was drooling in his favorite t-shirt. She stifled a laugh as she moved on.

Her feet took her down another hall. She realized she could make out....music? Her wings trembled in anticipation as she floated towards the sound. Someone was softly playing the violin behind the door. She cracked it open and playing in the dark was Techno. She saw his eyes were closed, for he was so focused on the music. She quietly stepped in. The moon finally came out at her feet softly made their way across the room. His music spoke of hope and joy and love and, above all, peace. She sat down on his bed, picking up his crown as she did. The rubies sparkled in the white light. She looked back him as the music slowed. A single tear sparkled on his cheek as she placed the crown next to his mask.

"Techno...." She said gently. He slowly looked up at her.

(Techno's POV)

Oh my....She's here....Did she like it?...

"(Y/n)?" He asked quietly. He put his instrument away then approached her. "How do you feel?"

"Better, thanks to you." She said in that same soothing voice. He sat next to her as she smiled up at him. "Somehow you always make me feel at peace." She doesn't know of my inner war....She also makes it go away somehow. He reached out and grabbed her injured hand.

"Is something keeping you from telling me what's going on?" He asked rather bluntly. She blinked, but then slowly nodded. "I understand...." He released it though when he saw the new hue to her face.

Right?...Can't tell her about us, now can ya?...I wonder though-

They were cut off when she grabbed his hand again though. "I really wish I could tell you." She said. The pain and loneliness were etched into her eyes. What can I do? He thought quickly. His question was answered though as she was suddenly in his arms, just like earlier. One hand clutching his white shirt the other arm around his neck. He felt his face heat up with their sudden closeness. "Can you keep me company tonight?" She whispered as she nuzzled into his neck. His only answer was to hold her tighter. A precious burden to protect and comfort.

"If that's what you need." He said, smiling into her smooth (h/c) hair. She nodded slowly as sleep started to tug at her consciousness. He sighed as he felt her finally relax into him. Careful to keep her comfortable he laid down fully. Her hand crept into his subconsciously as they both floated into dreams of bliss.

~Time skip~

((Y/n) POV)

(Y/n) awoke to a waterfall of pink. She blinked trying to comprehend it when she noticed it move slightly just as breathe skimmed over her head. Her face turned the color of a rose as she tried to decide what to do. Techno had an arm over her and his head rested on hers. His hair was cascading down the pillow. I don't know what Father would say if he saw this. Her wings, enfolded around her, trembled a little. He must have felt that for he groaned slightly.

"Is it morning?" His deep morning voice mumbled into her hair. He pulled her closer to him as she tried to get up.

"I think so." He must not be fully awake yet. "Can you let me go now?" She asked quietly.

He paused. "Do you not like me, (Y/n)?" He asked quietly. Her face somehow became more red as she realized what he was entirely implying. She felt his hand grasp her own as he waited.

"Oh, Techno." It came as a sob almost. She felt him squeeze her hand more. Encouragement? "I really like you." The whisper seemed like an awakening to both. How are we going to continue on? Even if the war is paused, we're still technically enemies....

He sat up, surprising her and stretched a little. He slid off onto the cold floor as she got up. Her arm was feeling better now. But it still wouldn't move. Will I be a cripple all my life? Or is it temporary? Suddenly there was a knock.

"Sir." It was a maid. "Breakfast is being served in twenty minutes then the council will meet."

"Understood." He said. They heard footsteps recede. "Better head back to your room, (Y/n)." He pulled off his bed shirt as he said this. She couldn't help but stare at all his scars along his back on his pale skin. "(Y/n)?" He turned as he pulled on a white poet's shirt. He caught her red face before she pointedly looked away as she sat on his bed. He smiled a little. She only nodded to his suggestion.

Finally, taking the initiative, she walked to the balcony and stretched out her wings. But before she took of she glanced back to find him right behind her.

"We'll talk more later." And with that, he pressed his lips gently to hers. She took a fraction of a second to return it. Both were a little red when they pulled away. She jumped off finally and flew to her own balcony. Today is a good day. She thought as she smelled the cool autumn breeze, even if her thoughts only lead back to a certain pigman.

A/n: Hello there! Wow! Thank you all for over 200 reads! That's just mental to me. You all are amazing. 💕
I probably won't upload until Monday since I'm going on a trip, but I'll try to work ahead and then publish it like the usual four days a week. Have a happy New Year. 🎉